Raymond Valadez

Rookie (12-21-1982 / Mexico)

Raymond Valadez Poems

1. Remember 11/19/2009
2. Taste 11/19/2009
3. Seperated 11/19/2009
4. Verb 11/19/2009
5. Like Them 11/19/2009
6. Image 11/19/2009
7. Requim Of A Love 11/21/2009
8. Love To Me 11/21/2009
9. Let Me Compare 11/21/2009
10. The World Has Lost Its Romance 11/24/2009
11. Story Of My Love 11/24/2009
12. Mi Eterno Amor 11/25/2009
13. Vanity 11/25/2009
14. My Soul 11/28/2009
15. The Giant That Sleeps 11/29/2009
16. Unbearable 11/29/2009
17. Phoenix 11/21/2009
18. Poverty 11/21/2009
19. 20 Minutes 11/21/2009
20. Could It Be? 11/21/2009
21. 2131 1/10/2010
22. Please Don'T Answer 1/14/2010
23. Delete 1/20/2010
24. Dolor 1/20/2010
25. What Is In A Name? 1/25/2010
26. Painted In Words 1/25/2010
27. Today I Stared Love At Her Face 1/29/2010
28. Echoes 1/31/2010
29. A Lost Letter 2/3/2010
30. Martyr Cry 2/4/2010
31. Ocean 2/4/2010
32. Why Give Up On Love? 2/21/2010
33. A Poet 2/21/2010
34. I Love You 2/21/2010
35. Walking In The Shadow 2/22/2010
36. American Me 2/22/2010
37. My Life In A Photograph 2/25/2010
38. Regresa 2/27/2010
39. Forever Forgotten 3/8/2010
40. Borders 3/8/2010
Best Poem of Raymond Valadez

Remember Me Please

If one day you ever care to see me
remember me remember me
please…

remember my eyes
when you see some one suffering from love and all they do is cry
remember my lips, when you take the sweetest sip
remember my words my love every day
like in the mornings when you hear the doves sing so gay
remember my smile
exactly like a 8 year old child smiles
remember my body
when you hug your pillow to whisper you love me
remember me when I use to travel every inch of your body
remember me when I fell in your heart and you found me
remember that your lips...

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if i could give this world anything it would be my heart. dispele all of my heart to every man, so that they may understand.. understand what love is. to love is to watch time fly bye. to love is to suffer long and yearn.if every second of my existence was spent loving i would be so fortunate. to have love recorded imprinted carved sketched drawn painted. to be written in your heart is to be alive. to be alive is to never die, anything short of that is to see your life pass bye.

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