Biography of Louis Charriez
Hmmm were do i start? Well i am Puerto Rican by birth, I started to write poetry when i was about 18. I felt this urge to write down some of my thoughts and can you imagine, some of it even made sense to me! Words from my mind onto paper, Brilliant! ! So i decided that i would try and somehow make others think about their own lives and perhaps make it better. So writers believe in yourselves and remember, it is how our minds tick that makes all of us special and unique.
Louis Charriez Poems
Living a dream, watching as the days go by. The boys up the street watching, as another drug buy goes down.
Oh how it deceives! Jumping from one log to the next. Heart racing as i run to it. The fists the size of mountains.
Dust in air. Light in the forest. Screams afar. Lusting angels in air.
Dreaming of you, not knowing the truth. Where were you? Will i ever know?
Whispers, they are all around. Man grows, and stops. Listening to his heart. It pumps blood then stops.
Mind playing tricks again Off to the right i feel it
Can it be given? Has it the things you need?
How does one begin when you dream of a distant lover? Do you try and enjoy the image in your head? Or the laughter you once heard? Do you play the thoughts you once had in life,
Wow am i bored! ! ! What shall i do today? Laundry? Wash the car?
When do i cry? Is it time to let go? Are the memories going to fade? Are the sounds of your laughter ever going to leave my mind?
Touch you softly. Licking you slowly. Wanting you while wearing silk. Your hair wet.
Listen as you hear. Voices in my head. Looking up to see the leaves shaking in the wind. Tear drops fading as they run down my face.
When will it hurt? Will it be when she leaves? Will her scent be missed? Will her laugh be silent?
When will it hurt?
Will it be when she leaves?
Will her scent be missed?
Will her laugh be silent?
Looking around and things remind you of her.
Missing her warm touch.
Her lips so tight around yours.
The way she looked at you when you were acting silly.
Wow! ! It hurts that you have to think that it can happen.