Marco Jimenez

Rookie (6/3/92 / somewhere in LA)

Marco Jimenez Poems

1. Living 6/23/2009
2. Letz Do This Now. At This Point, Itz Dedication Now 6/23/2009
3. Helpless 6/23/2009
4. Everyone Has And Anyone Can 6/23/2009
5. What Would You Do (Hate) 6/23/2009
6. Rebirth 6/23/2009
7. This Is Our Time 6/23/2009
8. Your Kiss 6/25/2009
9. We 6/25/2009
10. Have You Tried 7/6/2009
11. A Toast To Poetry 7/13/2009
12. This Is My Fear 7/14/2009
13. What Would You Do (Love) 9/2/2009
14. An Unbreakable Bind 9/4/2009
15. A Rebels Creed 10/16/2009
16. Live The Way You Want You Die 12/14/2009
17. Fear Is How I Fall 12/15/2009
18. Poetry Can Set You Free 12/15/2009
19. Two 12/17/2009
20. Its No Use Trying 12/17/2009
21. Ivy 1/5/2010
22. Disappointment 1/5/2010
23. A Dream Where Dreams Don'T Exist 2/8/2010
24. Best Friends Don'T Do This 11/6/2009
25. The Painting 3/5/2010
26. The End Of All Things 3/14/2010
27. Im Here For You 12/7/2009
28. An Example Of My Dedication 2/12/2010
29. Why Sacrifice When Its So Hard To Trust 7/6/2009
30. Why Did I Have To Die 6/25/2009
31. Look At Me Now 6/23/2009
32. Have You Ever Wanted Something 6/23/2009
33. The Strongest Among You 6/23/2009
34. Pay Trbute To The Dead 6/24/2009
35. Just Right 6/23/2009
36. I'Ll Never Leave You 6/23/2009
37. High School Memories 12/17/2009
38. What It Takes To Be Me 10/23/2009
39. Cry 6/23/2009
40. I'Ll Protect You 6/24/2009
Best Poem of Marco Jimenez

Why Can'T Family Be Family Again

why can't family be family again
we used to always be friends
we used to huddle together
whenever we got scared
we felt the warmth in one anothers arms
because we knew the love was there

we used to build forts out of whatever we had in our rooms
and wage sars
throwing pillows, books, and brooms

we used to have mini mosh pits
with just the four of us
we headbanged and pushed
we screamed and pretended to cuss

we used to protect eachother
we used to defend one another
we used to stand together like brothers and sister
when mom punished ...

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Just Right

in the right days
and the right times
with just enough nickles
and just enough dimes

with bread and butter
and a knife to spread
with arms and legs
and alive and not dead

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