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Best Poems Written by David Vilpez

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I Once Met a Woman

I once met a woman
Who is a rock of strength
She would break the wind
And go to any length 
With every single word 
She could cut you open
Even without a sword 
For her spirit was unbroken

 I once met a woman 
She is exemplary 
And kind and gentle too
Everything I could ask for
And much, much more 

I once met a woman 
Who was broken 
Every single stage 
Of hell she’s stood on

I once met a woman 
Who lost everything 
She’s mourned many times
A cry that made rivers slow
And time stop, until the only thing you could hear 
Was her heart’s hollow echo

It makes me wonder how 
Is she standing, how is she here
Where does she find the valiance to keep going
Where does she find hope when there’s nothing

I once met a woman 
Who gave me everything
Even when she didn’t have anything 
Who covered my ears 
To not hear shots
Who covered my eyes 
To not see blood 
Who tried to cover my heart
That, he broke 

I once met a woman 
Whose nursery rhymes were like no other 
Whose cradle soothed oceans
And hushed the fiercest thunder
Her lullabies whispered secrets
To the moon and stars above
I'll never forget the magic
Of the woman whose heart is love
All of that she still is, my mom.

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It Had To Be Me

Out of the 20 bulbs in the ceiling, one never turns on.
Out of 2,000 tiles on the floor, one always squeaks.
Out of 2 million people, it had to be me.

How do I crumple my own bones?
How do I put myself in a Pandora's box?

What must I do to become pretty, to have money, to be him?
Why is he all that and more? Am I not enough?
I know the answer - I'm not.
He never looks my way, but I can't blame him.

Does he avoid me because I never talk to him?
Or do I disgust him too much to even bother?
I feel like a ruined canvas, discarded and unwanted.

How do you talk to a broken poem,
To an unfinished rhyme, to sour wine and infinite vines?
It's as if I'm trapped in a paradox of my own creation.

Perhaps the right question isn't how do you,
But rather, how could you?

Why did you have to be born with it all,
And not me? Did I do something wrong?
Well, clearly, I must have.

How do I become you? Maybe in another life I will,
But first, I must end this one,
So I can let you live.

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Raices

When you’re stretched too thin 
And you find it hard to breathe 
Just wait a little bit for me
So I can teach you to stand still 

Even if I can’t do it myself 
I will rip both of my eyes off
So you can finally see
I will rip both my legs off
So you can have something to stand with
And when I have nothing else to give 
I will hand my heart in 
To your calloused hands
That have bled out from trying

And I’ll confine to you my thoughts 
The ones that don’t make sense at all
So you can cherish them and remember
All the good memories I have saved of you
So you can see yourself from my eyes 
And realize, how perfect you are 
How flawless you look, how quickly you talk
How with a single move 
you can make a whole new star 

All I need for you to know
Is that if you’re in a dead void
And you don’t have anything to hold on to 
I will be by your side after only my soul’s left
And even if I’m too broken for you to mimic
Or too lost for you to find me 
I’m grateful you have my heart 
Because you could’ve never broken it in any pieces 
because all the things you touch 
Come alive in new raíces.