Mike Mendoza Poems
|3.||Play On Words||8/31/2016|
|8.||I'm Sick, And On Meds||9/29/2016|
|10.||A Note To Chelsea And Matthew||10/14/2016|
|13.||Trash (That I Know)||7/9/2017|
|14.||Just For Fun||7/11/2017|
|16.||Knowing Where To Go||12/29/2013|
|17.||Life Worth Living||1/1/2014|
|19.||If There Is A Heaven.....||2/1/2014|
|20.||The Ocean, Where It Lays||1/13/2016|
Comments about Mike Mendoza
Words and abundance
Red ribbon, how triumphant
Looks like this area's marked
Different after the dark
Low lives with nothing else to do
Desperate to bring something new
Surrounded and there's a lone figure
Bitter, frustration or sweet as sugar
Post paradise to balance on strings
Those lips spill more as your eyes seek him
Still mended with a bit of scuff
Wondering who you were thinking of
A baby begins life. While you end mine with a lie
Magnificent. Magnified. The love. We tried
I'm in the woods. In the chilled
Who's in love? The spoiled...
Life Worth Living
I tried to live a lie
So, I came back with honesty and pride right on my side.
I lived to the extents of a man of my type could reach.
I saw good and bad.
And found out I'm what teachers would teach.