Felix Lugo

Rookie (10-16-1984 / Bronx, New York City)

Felix Lugo Poems

1. There Is No Rest For Success 3/30/2005
2. The Feelings I Have Inside 3/30/2005
3. Love Is Hard 3/30/2005
4. Don’t Cry Little Girl… 3/29/2005
5. You Don’t Know Me 3/30/2005
6. We Complain 3/30/2005
7. Mountain Peak 3/30/2005
8. I Can’t Describe You 3/29/2005
9. The Star I Wish Upon 3/30/2005
10. It Wasn'T My Reality 11/18/2012
11. A Path 3/29/2005
12. My Angel 3/30/2005
13. Don’t Love Me 3/29/2005
14. What Is Love? 3/30/2005
15. If Only 3/29/2005
16. Sorry 3/30/2005
17. Everlasting Friends 3/29/2005
18. Til’ The Next One 3/30/2005
19. Where Does Time Go? 3/30/2005
20. Dulcely 3/29/2005
21. “one Of These Days” 3/30/2005
22. My Mother’s Ring 3/30/2005
23. Vision 3/30/2005
24. How Are You Doing? 11/7/2013
25. Beautiful Pain 11/16/2013
26. I Waited! 4/22/2014
27. The Moment 5/12/2014
28. Ripples In My Heart 5/28/2014
29. Beauty Hurts 6/3/2014
30. Early Am Thoughts 6/6/2014
31. Alive Again 6/8/2014
32. Mental Affair 6/15/2014
33. Remember 7/4/2014
34. You, Life & Mistakes 7/4/2014
35. Changes In Time 8/8/2014
36. Stone Wall Love 8/11/2014
37. Spring 3/30/2005
38. Next Step 3/30/2005
39. I Hate The Way You Are! 3/29/2005
40. Be You 3/29/2005
Best Poem of Felix Lugo

There Is No Rest For Success

Success is a journey not a destination a year from
now you may wish you had started today.
Every beginner is a winner. Success is not escaping problems but facing them creatively.
There is no success without sacrifice.
Great success always calls for great sacrifice.
Even failure can become an important ingredient to success.
Failure just means that you have not yet succeeded.
I’d rather change my mind and succeed than have my own way and fail. Success without conflict is unrealistic.
Any person can be successful on smooth seas,
but it is the victory over the storm...

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We Complain

We complain about air quality,
and dangerous societies.
We complain about unfair laws
and the racism that still exist on people’s faces.
We complain about drugs
and how it affects our future.
We complain about street destruction
and government taxes.
We complain about juvenile kids being so

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