Living a dream,
watching as the days go by.
The boys up the street watching,
as another drug buy goes down.
...
When will it hurt?
Will it be when she leaves?
Will her scent be missed?
Will her laugh be silent?
...
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.
...
Touch you softly.
Licking you slowly.
Wanting you while wearing silk.
Your hair wet.
...
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?
...
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,
...
Whispers, they are all around.
Man grows, and stops.
Listening to his heart.
It pumps blood then stops.
...
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.)
Chicago Streets
Living a dream,
watching as the days go by.
The boys up the street watching,
as another drug buy goes down.
Everyone sharing in its poison.
Needles on the ground.
Heaven is one step from excepting,
another high flyer.
Powder, pills, liquer, its all the same.
One person will hit his knees tonight,
enjoying the rush and pain.
Remember it's not the price you pay,
but rather the enjoyment of the chase.
Go ahead and dream my borthers and sisters.
Because one day is coming,
that is never forgotten.
The day we all cry when you pass away.