Biography of Vanessa Hernandez
I've always been alone in this world. Many people would see me as a person who is not. But the truth is I am. Poetry is a thing I've been looking up too since the age of 6. I am now 14. I've been writing poetry for about 8 years or so. My life is mostly chaotic all the time. so I always turn my problems into poetry and it always makes me feel alot better.
Vanessa Hernandez Poems
My Brother is so annoying My Brother is so sad My Brother drives me crazy it makes me wanna go mad.
A Lonely Tear
A lonely tear falls down A smile turns into a frown Trickles down the cheek doesn't it make you weak
When I Think About You.....
When I saw you, I knew I liked you. When I met you, I knew I loved you.
I'Ll Be That Friend.
There you were looking sad. Many people wanted to make you glad. I decided to take a chance and try to make you laugh.
When You Love Someone
When you love someone so deep inside, It seems like it's so easy to hide. You've loved him for so very long, You would think he could do no wrong.
Me. Myself And I
coming out of the shadows of the past and reaching to the light that is now shining in its glory
Between The Raindrops
dancing around in this wet abyss with puddles around my feet as the rain falls from the clouds above i am in a world as beautiful as life;
I Hate You!
I hate you so bad, get out of my face. Don't even look at me, don't get in my case.
Love Is Not A Thing To Understand
One day when you feel alone, Remeber I'm at the end of the phone. I love you loads. and that must show.
I've been heartbroken, I've been hurt, I've been lied to, I've been in pain.
Lost and broken. Hopeless and lonely. Smiling on the outside, But hurt beneth my skin.
Should you always say what you feel Think, is this the person your going to tell going to heal. Is what your saying everyone should know
lost in someone else’s dream frolicking amidst madness dangling by a dream and making no sense of this commotion;
Life is given to us
We earn it by giving it.
Let the dead have the immortality of fame,
but the living the immortality of love.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty,
that can modulate their isolation into a
harmony with the whole.
Life, likw a child, laughs,
shaking it's rattle of death as it runs.