My legal name is Alfredo Ibarra III. I was born in Brownsville, Texas. It's a border town with a mostly Hispanic culture. I have some poetry on this from 2010 when I was 14 so it's obviously terrible, but it's honest. Now that I'm making huge transitions in my life to adulthood I seem to lack that the time to post a lot of material online. I love to write poems. I love to write for myself, and the... more »
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5 Miles Till The Road Runs Out
On the highway doing over eighty during falling day driving crazy lost my way swerving shady still the streets won't stay, eyesight fading.
Under The Moons Shade
your sand covered smile makes mush out of my chest holding hands, loving, by the waters edge kissing you under the moonlight, I wish this moment never ends I never thought id be here with you tonight when we first met
Back of the building, we're with your friends Back of the mind, smoke in the air then Let's clear that up, even if we felt ends Something with these withdrawal pills won't mend
The tears running down your throat, The fears running down our road Kiss my lies darling Autocorrect that with a 'p'
I got your legs on the table Your arms on my shoulder C'mon give me that dirty label Before we get any older
You are not evil or mad Your just too sad Crazy is not your taste
Old headphones booming feelings you can't show. Wandering in your mind until you can't go. Time slows, blood blows, and the air froze. Commit the worst sin, to end what he had to begin.
The Last Of My Family
I dont have much family left Most were stolen from me, what a theft Very few, doesn't take that long
the winds blowing in every direction hard rain and the water keeps stretching you can find eternity in every second running through this storm because your missing
I can still taste your skin in my mouth I'm stuck senseless in this couch But yours lips, for the night they're out You tell me you're with the girls, but I know
I've been up & down all week for the past days you've been on a streak a mile or two away from any street and my will is so weak.
Her eyes are so loveless, I can feel her doom Oh, I didn't know, it could snow in June Terrible words, beautiful lips, all under the bitter moon Your whispering lovely, 'it's way too soon'
Four Brothers(Part 1)
You never see whats inside, what the family as to hide You could have at least tried, but no It just go to show, how f*cked up it is
I sit here, near insanity What? I lost it long ago, my sanity I sit here, on my desk
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5 Miles Till The Road Runs Out
On the highway doing over eighty
during falling day driving crazy
lost my way swerving shady
still the streets won't stay, eyesight fading.
my heart is okay, but the vessels failing
can't see straight, something in the blood? Maybe.
I'm just trying to runaway,
outrun the demons that have been behind me lately
objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
how in my hell... can they follow me here?
losing my grip on the stir
wheeling over my two tears
bridge almost done in a mile, my cost to fear
my son don't love me... the sun don't love ...