Biography of Louie Gonzalez
My motivation for writing poetry are the feelings that I expierence.
I am usually a modest person but most people whouldnt say I am. I tend not to talk about my feelings which leaves poetry as my way to talk about it.
I honestly dont tell anyone that I write poetry because I am genuinely scared of peoples opinions.
I would refer to post my poems on the internet because if someone doesnt like it, I dont have to see them. Ha.
I would like to thank everyone and anyone who has supported/commented or messaged me on my poems. I wouldnt say I am a great writer but I do greatly enjoy seeing that people can relate to me in some way.
It has been a while since my last write and yet I have still gotten supporters.
Thank you everyone. I really appreciate it.
Louie Gonzalez's Works:
I dont believe any publisher would want to publish my poems, but I do take great pride in the fact that I can help people that I do not know from the words of my heart.
Louie Gonzalez Poems
My heart reaches out It finds nothing in the emptiness My body is cold Trying to find warmth
I long for a companion Who will be my best friend The one who I will love I dont know where you are
Like a pheonix, love does not die Even as a baby I felt the unhappiness and suffering Scared for life How do i make up for those unforgetable years?
I have never felt this way before Crying replaces laughter Frowns replace smiles
Love is the sweetest rose You cant help but bring it close to you Taking in all its subtle pleasures When its close to your heart
I am broken apart Heart shattered I try to grab the pieces
Take Me Away
I should have seen what was going to happen I didnt Never saw it coming
I've been pushed down so many times I feel this time will be the last As I lay here fading
Heart shattered Feelings torn apart Shrouded in darkness
Love is the sweetest rose
You cant help but bring it close to you
Taking in all its subtle pleasures
When its close to your heart
You notice all the thorns piercing your skin
All the poison slips in and everything inside of you dies from the pain you cant escape
And yet the rose is still there
As you die