Tell me it isn't true
That he didn't hurt you too
Tell me that your not crying
Please tell me your lying
Why I ask you
Why I say
Why should this happen today
Onlt 13 years
Now we shead 13 tears
Will my soul recover
My days and nights gets longer
Wondering if my days will get shorter
Feeling my heart getting heavy
The wish to hear his voice is driving me crazy
In loving memory Christopher Monte' Rivera
yes, I am lonely enough to die;
lonely enough to cry;
lonely enough to ask Myself 'why'?
yes, I am lonely enough to say goodbye!
Everybody wants to live forever;
its what i wanted never;
the thing i wanted ever;
but nobody loved me like forever.
Nobody wants to die;
Nobody wants to cry;
its Me who wanted this all to try;
and thats the reason why every second i die!
Its the most difficult thing to realize,
when you yourself wants to be killed by a knife;
is it really swift to live such a life;
NO! as you know you have to be wise!
Can't even attempt something like suicide;
cause my religion is still walking beside.
its makes me feel scared side by side,
what if i died and nobody cried!
Still there is something to which I am tied;
but umpteen times i have lied;
and umpteen times i have cried;
as i really not find this world wide.
As I told you i never was clever;
so now I am saying GOODBYE FOREVER!
There are some dreams that you don't see during the night
You can just imagine.
There are some words that you don't hear
You feel these if you look somebody in the eyes.
There are some loves that you don't get with a kiss or a hug
You can touch these with your soul.
If you can see what you can't see with your eyes
If you can hear what you can't hear with your ears
If you can touch what you can't touch with your hands
Then I will not speak anymore
Then you will not speak anymore
Then will speak only our hearts
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
I think about you every hour throughout my day/ I dont know what it is about you that makes me feel this way?/ but I want to let you know Im going to try to comprehend them in the nest few wrods that I say......
Dam girl I stillcant belive you my boo....after all the drunk bull-sit I put you threw/ You make me better at everything girl I cannot lose/ Right now you the only woman that I choose/ You bring light to my rez life blues/ You make ,my heart beat faster than it normally moves I dont life being alone because I'm better off when my life is spent in two's/ Without your pretty face around girl I dont know what I would really want to do/ No matter what mi lady because this poem ws written just for you my sweet beautiful boo........
Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
but you are not here,
to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,
our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.
in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)
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when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.
Are the Ones You Miss
Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious
In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love.
For he who heard them.
Sent them hope, that God created a world for them.
For us to see and bare good times.
For no more hurt and devishlish crimes.
For the earth which once was good.
Is soured and torn.
There are no morals or dreams no more.
Or hope of good things when suffering soars.
For they are crushed by his vast sword.
For he who has the greater sin.
He has carried and been burdened with.
He has been forgotten.
In times like these.
Because people hearts bleed with disease.
For they have burdened him with more sin.
They have forgotten the pain he is in.
For he so carried his cross with pride.
A younge man who was destined to die.
No matter what the world does think.
This man did live before we did.
We have lost our way in darkened times.
Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him.
If youd only listen and help to carry his cross.
Take the blame for things done past.
Change our ways for hope to last.
We wont do that out of pride.
When he is denied.
I feel for him.
I pick his cross up and help him off the ground.
For he is my brother.
Who I have found.
He has carried that cross.
No man deserved his life in such a lose.
Tormented and torturded to no extent.
He didnt look like a mere man in the end.
He coutinued to stand even after he fell.
Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell.
For a man so strong, so bold and kind.
Showed me what we can do as man kind.
He gave his life for everyone who reads this.
For those who can not see.
Do not be blind
Find this man, for he needs you.
He gave his life to save you.
With your help, you raise his cross.
You heal that burden of love.
That has been lost.
Ease his pain and find your way.
For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.
The Pigeons of life being set to fly,
fear in the raging hearts ,they just can't defy
for the lamenting eyes , when they turn vile
And the pleasant solitude of them, remains in exile..
Intrigued by the clouds, winds just followed
the charming loneliness , felt alone on its own
for the friend,whose war, as if it waged,
when the pain was warm enough...
Their love rained and soon everything erased..
" There is nothing wrong on giving all you have to that person who holds your heart, being broken-hearted is okay but being broken- hearted twice from the same guy is off the track. "
Girl, you've been lied,
you've been cursed,
you've been thrown,
you have cried,
and you've been hurt.
Still your heart can take
so much of that.
Sure you know
the difference between love and insanity.
Committing mistake and learning from it, its ok.
but committing the same mistake over and over again
You let go of your heart and your mind,
I hope someone will catch it at the end of time.
One day, I hate to see again,
in one corner you cry...
I may not know how is it to be on your shoes,
but I am pretty aware of the pain it caused.
I was among and you offer me notice.
Birds assist and we got known.
Your noisy smile
shake the summer hat
you tried to hold by the edge.
I still recall that picture from a movie.
A blast of smoke, she falls
beside his cold and soaking body;
crying out to deafened ears --
~A gunshot in the pouring rain so they can’t see her tears.
I flopped down onto the black leather coach
I inhaled deeply
Slowly i twisted my head to the right
The AT&T remote control lay blocked
An attempt to get the remote; I succeded
Click Click Click
I changed the channel
"A shooting at Sandy Hook" the weatherman said
"Elementary students 6-7 shot, gone, and dead"
Utter shock filled my mind
Slowly I pressed rewind
"6-7 shot, gone, and dead"
The newsman repeated
Again and again I began to lose control
Instantly I'd felt panic
My child, I thought
I grabbed my keys and began to run towards my car
Ring, ring, ring it rang several times
"Answer the phone" I thought
Chink, I answered
"yes" I replied.
You smile and we chears
perhaps away are the dears.
But what a better of a joy
than let the pretty take the troy.!
Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward.
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.
But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt.
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.
Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight.
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.
Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.
LIE'S ARE BUT DEMON'S OF THE MIND
WHERE FIERY HATE PLAYS
THE ECHOES OF FROM SOUL THAT RHYME
EXPRESSIONS DECEIVING WAYS
A DECAYED BODY AT THE DEVILS FEET
WHERE SINISTER THOUGHTS ABIDES
AS A VICTIM OF THE SOULS DEFEAT
WHERE DISASTER THEN PRESIDES
A DAGGER CUTTING AT THE TONG
THE CONTENTS OF THE HEART
THE DEATHLY ANGELS HAS SUNG
REVILING EVERY PART
A CROW FLYING THE SKY OF DEATH
WITH IT'S WINGS SPREAD AS-WELL
HER SOUL HAVING ALREADY MET DEATH
BY THE OTHER CREATOR'S OF HELL
Comfort me, for I have been hurt one to many times. Sometimes I feel unworthy
of love and affection. I have been through way more than any teenage girl should
ever have to endure. I feel dirty although I know I am clean. Sometimes I wonder
if somebody would just comfort me and tell me how worthy I am. Neglected by
my parents, disowned by family. Alone in the world at seventeen with a child on
the way. Put into the system three years ago, bounced from placement to
placement with no comfort given. I feel as if people can see right through me and
they laugh at my pain. Unworthy of being a duaghter, for nobody will claim me as
their own. Sometimes I think to myself if only I could fly away to a place where my
past doesn't matter and the pain was taken away, would that finally be the place
to comfort me?
We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.
When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.
How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.
We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?
How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.
So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!
In a tunnel under earth, we were given a curse
In this world, we am called reverse
Eager to think and question
These things bring out nothing but aggression
We are one in all and all in one
Sent to the house of the street sweeper
Keep my thoughts from them, ill think deeper
In a subway we find the device
Must show the council word of advice
We are one in all and all in one
They can remember him as the warmonger,
the heartless one, instead of the southern gentleman;
and haven't they yet realized that he was a man of God,
with values far greater than most of us?
God hates war Himself, but when evil
men do horrendous deeds, He approves of it!
Was David wicked to take Goliath down?
Was Moses wrong for breaking the Holy Tablets,
when his people turned to idolatry and forsook their God?
Was Jashua thirsty for the enemy's blood,
or he obeyed Him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt?
Bush kept America safe, and I'm thankful for that!
We cannot judge anyone by our human way, which is so futile:
the-so-assumed-perfect-one make mistakes like the imperfect one;
perfection was taken away from us when our ancestors sinned!
Look at yourself and be less judgmental;
we have faults, too and we try to hide them by manifesting denial!
Try some compassion, understanding and sympathy,
and these same virtues will be considered by others:
when you are swerving off your path and you need guidance!
When someone is about to fall, foresee that weakness...
before he plunges into the abyss of nothingness!
But we must show pity to anyone admitting the guilt,
if forgiveness is granted to the unworthy one...why shouldn't he justify
his actions when his Country was attacked cowardly?
Bush kept America safe, and I will testify to that!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
future gets high
Now one`s pleasure_ _
surely torment_ _
Both children and
parents may suffer
consequences in life.
You, your there.
He you Ive been there with you back to back for years.
To you Ive broken a piece of your heart.
Hey you only have eyes for once was.
my glasses are semi clean.
yet you want to close your eyes.
You will let it be.
Back to back even if you are a tree and i am the stump.
My glasses semi clean.
I've only a piece of tape to mend,
that of which was ripped off.
my eyes will cry for you.
A hit and run in your side of the hood
You celebrate because the one hit was trashy and no good
But someone at one time loved this lifeless scum
It is a dog eat dog society never sharing the crumbs
No ambulance chasers come around
Nothing here in this castle but thorny crowns
Somewhere out there, paradise must exist
Nobody claims the victim, another Jane Doe on the Morgue's list
Surviving the streets is another dimension
Out in the open there is so much tension
Trying to figure out a way out of this type of life
Not wanting to resort to the barrel or the blade of a knife
The dumpsters sometimes provide the food you need
Five are homeless, so many to feed
Who knows Detroit, Chicago, New York or LA
There are more out there than the Government puts on display
Very few shining moments, piled on by zero glory
This is a tragic all too familiar story
It all falls under a street wise democracy
Behind a Government that feeds on hypocracy
Keep the inflation and poverty at an all time high
It is easy for the President to hit the mute button on financial remote control to
silence their cries
I look and see nothing
I`m hurt and don’t feel it
I grow up and do not understand
But freedom is here.
My fellow man is smiling
My enemy is crying
My life goes on just the same
But freedom is here.
I`ll try to keep it
I`ll try to destroy it
I`ll try to embrace it
But freedom is here.
A child without food
A heart without love
A soul without morale
But Freedam is here.
Freedom is here
But are we free?
Loneliness knocked on my door tonight once again
but when she came inside and saw you
she was jealous and left us alone.
Our night is here.
I close my eyes.
I open my hug and I try in the darkness to touch you.
My lips half open waiting for your kiss.
The dream has started.
One life begins
Another is cooling.
I hide the dream.
It is mine.
My secret dream is living just for me and you every night.
If I try to share that with you during the day
I am afraid that I will lose it forever.
You are my night fairy.
When the day comes you go,
but I know that tomorow night
I will wait for you in my dream again.
My secret love for you is alive every night
And I am...
A happy night dreamer
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
If freedom is attained by sacrificing lives,
even those of the youngest age,
then what makes these men so brave:
to hold up their flag and make it wave in each challenging battle?
A spirit that is undefeatable...
to give this honorable flag all they have!
If protecting and defending their Country
has that voracity and ambiguity:
to up-hold their values so rooted in fairness,
what other scope could sway them from their perseverance?
True as it , reality can be very scary:
the Romans used the cornu and the tuba, the American colonists
used the fife; others used the trumpets and drums,
or just beating their shields with swords to panic the enemy,
and be ready to attack and knowing they would die...
made them the warriors that death called to a great destiny!
But today it takes more willingness
and strength for a soldier to fight!
I'm not a soldier, but a poet extending his heart-felt sympathy
by writing this ode to praise and exalt this wonderful liberty
we often take for granted by lessening its worth;
see the wounded soldiers grieving for others and hiding their hurt!
Go and greet them as they get off the battleships;
shake their hands and hug them to show your appreciation and solace:
their wounds won't heal...if nothing is said with a thankful and grateful voice!
Make them really proud and up-lift their troubled thoughts
by giving them this honorable flag, stained by blood and sanctified by sacrifice:
only then their anger and bitterness can dissolve in kindness!
Welcome home, soldiers... welcome to your humble palace,
that can certainly be the most serene place;
put away your weapons, display your pictures
and admire your memorabilia evoking memories...
undying as love and so admirable and patriotic!
Remember the splendor and glory of your star-spangled flag,
and envision other ages when men won't have to fight anymore!
Kiss and hold your wives and children...the jewels you have never lost!
This honorable flag is the distinguishable symbol of your dedication,
and your incomparable courage when the hardest choice confirmed your intention!
Dedicated to the brave American soldiers defending freedom
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Kiss the ill fated...
fruit of the devil...
steal the mark...
of the water scar...
for tonight....we've sinner...
cover the young...
the fate keepers...
the young Scottish...
I'm in need.....
I used to be filled with life. Happiness and strife. All of this has passed me by.
I cannot even let out a sigh. Only to be lonely and cold. I've lost my faith Im not
as bold. I need some one to guide my back. Get me away from these brutal attacks. I
only wish I was not alone. To be brought back to life from this concrete stone. My
life was stolen from me. I will run away to the wild sea. I sneak out without a
Sound. I wake up on the cold hard ground. My body aches from the torture. I can
only see is a portrait of her. My mother my saint. This women fought to protect me
from you. I speak "why did you kill her?" You reply "She was just like you! A
useless women!" I cry to God to help me now "Please take me away from this world!
I don't want to be lonely anymore. I wont take the beatings once more! I will break
free from these chains! I want my life back! Give me it now..." As i slowly fade
from the world. I can a voice call to me. It sounds like an angel. NOw all is
quite. I am not alone anymore. You have brought me back to her. Thank you God. I am
finally at peace. While the devil sits in a lonely cell. I am with my angel my
mother. While he sits in ...