My days were brighter than the sun and purer than snow,
and every day would be a happy day, happier than the yesterdays.
My tiny dimples were more visible than the shiny stars in the sky whenever I smiled.
But beautiful days didn't last longer, like the summer days.
The day I heard you were unwell, my heart crumbled.
My stomach hardened like a frozen stone.
My sleep fluctuated like an ocean tide.
I realized it was not pity that I feel for you; it's more that not being able to hug you while you endure pain it eats me.
Not being able to count your heartbeats drives me crazy.
Not being able to serve you a glass of water drains the energy out of my bones.
My days are dark, darker than a stormy night.
Not getting to see your text whenever I wake up breaks my heart.
I pray for you to be healed, not once but abundantly,
and may the tears that fall from my eyes not fall in vain.
I already lost
Some of my hearing
That is why I need to use
A hearing aid
So I can hear better
People talking to me
I have no choice
But to wear then
When I am out
The outside noise
Is very loud is very loud for me
I hate the noise of sirens and fire trucks
Going by blowing their sirens
It is very loud
And also it drives me crazy
Yes every day I wear my hearing aid
Killer has the dagger soaked in grief,
A manipulator justifying crime.
Shh....bleeding eyes,
Shivering hands, told me to kneel down
Putting sarcastic smile and dagger to my neck
Hope to see paradise?
That's where I surrendered to his breathtaking voice
I fell in love with the killer
Never ever have I lost my mind
Had he not been so kind.
He drives me crazy
Through clouds taking birds wings
Air started smelling Luke him
And again I fell in love with the killer.
I know her well, and she knows me too well,
the way we two talk, the whole town can tell,
ten years wed, fire she spits,
drives me crazy, out of wits,
how wedding cakes can change heaven to hell!
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I want to break free
I want to break free
From my sleepless night
I toss back and forth
Yes it drives me crazy
Because I feel exhausted
And I can't sleep
I want to break free
From my sorrows
That I have
If you mistreat me
You are going to lose me
And I am not going to be your
Friend anymore
I don't want to be mistreated anymore
Black people
We are family
Remember that
I accept you the way you are
Black people we are all born Christians
We are not going to live forever
Because we were not meant to live forever
We have to be grateful
That we are all healthy
We can't forget to pray to our God
My Wife
Let me tell you about my Wife who's an amazing blend of sugar and spice and everything nice.
She Loves me in many ways even if she drives me crazy insane she's my rock, my shield Maiden my very own G.I Jane.
She has class, she has sass, a smile so bright it knocks me on my ass, Her heartfelt embrace and gentle caress turns my heart into a puddly mess.
We may bicker we may fight I still love my Wife with all my might, my soul and my heart she has gripped very tight.
A Wife who any Man would be lucky to have at his Side and She's mine, Like Soulmate Cranes may our Love continue to Soar through the skies over rough terrains.™?©?®?
By Shawn Muñoz
If I can drive, I do not walk.
I no more write letters; by cell phone I talk.
I sometimes hide dirt under the rug.
Most things in my house I do not unplug.
I like my clothing permanent pressed,
and I go to bed sometimes not undressed.
Fun things I do most of the day
by putting things off so I can play.
Dishes pile up inside my sink.
I take out the garbage when it starts to stink.
Chores can wait till the house drives me crazy.
I do all these things
just because . . .
I am lazy.
The Poisoned Apple sent to me,
Drives me crazy!
Stocked with futility.
One page after another,
Makes my heart flutter!
"Continue," it says.
The screen glowing bright.
I do.
Only to see,
"ID not accepted,"
Again!
Time to revise,
The tempest inside!
Before the Apple begins its ride.
Out the window,
With no place to hide.
An angel of God with the face of a wolf
The honesty of a man with fear closed in on himself
They flap their wings hard against the wind
And above all there is love, that strong, strong love
who refuses to die, even at the gates of heaven.
My heart starts pounding,
I see you without shame, without restraint
Here the most beautiful roses grow,
in this garden of peace and health
where the scent of God, drives me crazy.
And unfortunately, I left the most beautiful Rose on earth
but her roots are so deep, that I can count on her, to live.
You tell them for me, I didn't go very far,
I'm here, right next to them.
I'm in the air they breathe, and to my children,
tell them that I love them, with a strong love.
And life goes on without me ...
Don't cry, because there's so much sun here,
and lots and lots of flowers to collect.
*This poem is in memory of my brother in law Angelo
who past away recently, he channeled the words
for his family and friend, please keep the family
in your prayers, during this difficult time.
It would take so little time to say hello.
There’s so many people in my classes.
But they all seem to have each other.
It drives me crazy, but I don’t care.
I never did a sport or club.
A book club seems pointless.
Sure, I would enjoy the book.
But my parents would rather me forget the book and just make friends.
They don’t say it like that.
But when I’m watching tv for hours, alone.
And my mom brings me a snack.
I can tell she’s ashamed.
So I stand up, and walk to the kitchen.
I do the dishes without her asking.
Hoping she will be proud.
Hoping she will stop bugging me.
About why I never have friends over.
It was raining.
I thought I’d wait it out.
I tuned the engine on to help.
Still in place, but the engine rumbles.
Flipping through the stations.
Music, static, music.
Cloying sounds, I’m used to it.
It’s only a drizzle now.
I turn off the engine.
And fall asleep.
I wake up to the knocking on my window.
Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.
I’m glad I live alone now.
They say that’s bad for me, but it’s peaceful.
No one calls and asks where I am anymore.
Where are you? Where are you? You already know.
My apartment is around the corner.
Sometimes, my apartment drives me crazy.
So I sleep in my car, so I don’t go crazy.
It should be safe to drive home.
But I almost crash anyway.
Roses are blue and violets are red
When I think of you everything is backwards in my head
Like what I usually would never do I'm now thinking about times two
Every reservation turns into an invitation, so I made plans including dinner for two
Her favorite flower is a rose, and what would a rose be by any other name
If I pick a rose does it take my last name
Roses are pink and Lilys are Lilac
Lavender conversations tastes different when you know she has your back
A rose tattooed on my back is dead until your finger tips hug my thorns
A relationship embraces the pain of every fallen petal
A rose is just a star but with you holding it I can see the galaxy
Dreams aren't that far away with you in the passenger seat
She drives me crazy and I don't mind
What's happiness without adversity
Is a rose still as beautiful without the barb wire
Roses are white and sunflowers are teal
In a crowded room, far away, but I can still feel
You
U without the y. o. because something is different
U and I could be different, and the world needs a change
p.s. I just want to buy you flowers...
Gone are days of eyeball contact
When we used to meet in person
A warm embrace and a handshake
Laughter and light conversation
Now our sanity is at stake
Inundated with messages
Good mornings and words of wisdom
Methinks people are now lazy
Having nothing better to do
I confess it drives me crazy
Blinking substitutes not thinking
Whilst expressing our heart’s emote
Or while playing a game of chess
Originality’s passe
So I guess we’ll make do with less
Sins that wish me hell,
Since that drives me crazy,
All I see is the duplicity,
Why is it that you did it to me?
A verse from the poison of my heart,
Averse events of our revenge,
Destined to be the bad one,
Things you did that I can't avenge.
Days where you picked me flowers,
Daze of your beauty blinding me momentarily,
Now I understand why you held my heart,
My impending cries were a delightful misery.
Severed ties and still bounded by hope,
See where we lie, grave of our own.
Sorrow on my tongue is a sly taste of meth,
Resentment runs through my veins
I'm like added preservatives to your favorite food
Hard to read, unable to pronounce
I'm emotionless, without care or meaning.
Many say that they regret the day of there birth,
I thought some were crazy, until I regretted my own
Sorrow of my inner soul drives me crazy
To avoid sudden hatred toward myself, is too just rid
myself of ones own image.
How does one do so without killing their own mind.
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