Ismael Iniguez Carvajal

Ismael Iniguez Carvajal Poems

A softly spoken word
Falls off the tip of my tongue
Pressed lips and a gentle kiss
...

Let the sunset hit my eyes
At less I know
That I tried...
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My vice, My sin
Where did it Begin

To self-fulfill
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Days gone by
On the wings of angels fly
As the grains of sand do lie
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Every time the waves roll in
Its like a new adventure
That will begin
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If I was to extend out my hand
When you were in trouble
Would you call me a friend
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Tears flow like a river
Only to deliver
A message in a bottle
As it floats away...
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Blind by rage
I paid the price
As my life...
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If i could wonder why
Everything I touch seems to die
My hands are cold
My Heart is numb
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Ismael Iniguez Carvajal Biography

I'm 27 years old, Mexican of Basque, French, Spanish, Native bloodlines. I was raised on tradition, love, family, culture and God. I write just to express what I feel and to connect with others who are not scared to express themselves also I'm not looking for money or fame... just to be happy with what God has given me.)

The Best Poem Of Ismael Iniguez Carvajal

Hold Me Again...

A softly spoken word
Falls off the tip of my tongue
Pressed lips and a gentle kiss

A reminder of the best times
Of my life...

A warm embrace
Face to Face with the person
That I loved

A memory careful wrapped up
And tucked away
Safe and out of reach of prying Hands

No one take whats mine
Not even you
I'll save it for a lifetime


10/12/2009

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