Biography of Freddy Ibarra
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 people around me. I will always write no matter how low amount of time I have. My topics revolve around psychology, and personal adversity. I rarely travel outside those realms, but I still do. Please read, and give your opinions!
Freddy Ibarra's Works:
In My Lifetime: Wonders
Freddy Ibarra Poems
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.
I got your legs on the table Your arms on my shoulder C'mon give me that dirty label Before we get any older
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
The tears running down your throat, The fears running down our road Kiss my lies darling Autocorrect that with a 'p'
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
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
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.
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
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'
the line goes silent, oh so quiet... that's when all these emotions go violent they rampage my chest, turning my inside a red- violet you must know of the turmoil, it's clear in my eyes, you just don't mind it.
Someday In The Edge
eyes blurry as hell, taste of ink in my mouth all around my throat, broken pens fill the house I head for the disfigured door praying for it's way out never seen the sun set so quickly, can't turn back now
You are not evil or mad
Your just too sad
Crazy is not your taste
Come on hurry up, you dont belong here, no time to waste
Mental hospital, is not your home
Don't go crazy, your not alone