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Domingo Beltran Poem
You don't need this, and neither do I
We're at 2 different places, in our lives
A deprivation of likings
A misleading character
You're not who I thought you were
But I ain't even mad at ya
Situations continue to pass
But some things remain the same
Its true when they say
That a person cant be changed.
You only worry about "YOU"
Your feelings never make you think
My intuition told me so,
And the truth just made me sick.
The best thing u can do for me
Is just leave me alone
I wont regret things anymore
So I have to let you go
What kind of legend am I
If I
Cant beat the world?
The things that I've been faced with
Have taken me for a swirl
You-Your life
Us-Our past
Just go about your business
And I'll just let this pass.
Sorry... goodbye
I'll see you when I see you
You had so much potential
But I don't see what I used to see in you
Soon enough
I won't miss your smiles
And you wont have to try.
Everything happens for a reason.
So I'm sorry...
GOODBYE.
Copyright © Domingo Beltran | Year Posted 2011
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Domingo Beltran Poem
The phone keeps ringing
But I wont dare pick up
Cause I know it's Jerome
Asking me to accompany him to the club.
This is not the first time.
I’ve been ignoring him for days.
But I cant let my friends see
these bruises on my face
I keep going back
To a house of dysfunction
This is not healthy
I need a change...
I need Something.
You physically tried
To pick me up by
my shirt. Look in my eyes
I know you see the pain
Written all over my face.
You look like the devil
Evil as you hold it
I guess you pulled too hard
Because now your fingers' broken
Why would u try to pull me out the house?
I purely hate this moment.
Even after
you put your hands on me
I took you to the hospital
My love: could never be beat.
I listened
As u told lies to the doctors
U got my mind trapped
And day by day its getting harder
All the times
I would hit in defense
I was scared for my life
But I'll only admit it to this pen
'Cause I remember
Them days in the winter
When I would get bent up
And in seconds get sexed up
I think that
my memory
Is gonna be
The death of me
Hiding the bumps
And tears from my mom;
“Nothing” is my response
When she would asked what was wrong.
I know I wasn’t innocent
Cause there were things I did to him
I would only hit first
'Cause I didn’t want to get hurt
You do not know how many times
My mind would SCREAM to get a knife
I never saw the truth before,
but you could have taken my life
I remember getting hit
While my eyes watered cries
The times I did not hit back
Is when he would apologize
Now I know
What these tears are for
They represent
The pain I endured
The wounds go deeper
There are no physical scars
The only ones that are left
Are the ones on my heart.
I hid it from my friends
And even from the world
'Cause I thought that guys
Could only “beat on” girls.
So the next time my friends call
I'm gonna answer the phone
'Cause its been months since
I had to deal with your nice tone
But this is the first time it felt so good to be alone.
Even though the wounds go deeper
And there are no physical scars
My memory can still feel them
You left these bruises on my heart.
....But I Still Loved You
Copyright © Domingo Beltran | Year Posted 2011
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Domingo Beltran Poem
Today would be the perfect day
To call out of work
And laugh & play
As the bed lays
against the window pane
I can hear each drop
As we lay
As it rains
Just the two of us
Trying to keep warm
I breathe your kisses into my lungs
And they heal a heart that’s been torn
You make me so happy
After pain attacked me
But each rain drop explodes
As you grab me
Your kisses to my forehead
Bring tears down my face
I have a bleeding heart
That has been saved
As we lay,
As it rains...
Copyright © Domingo Beltran | Year Posted 2011
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Domingo Beltran Poem
My mother tried to kill herself
But I could only wonder why
'cause anytime I ask her
She huffs and puffs and sighs
I would assume its because
Her life was really rough
Or because she feels guilty
For the way she damaged us
I grew up with fear
That everything would hurt me
All because my mother
Would hit me when I was thirsty.
Now I'm an adult
Who suffers from anxiety
I get nervous when people talk too loud
Because I'm so used to her screams at me
If someone slams a door
My heart starts to pound
Because when she would get angry
She'd slam the door and stomp the ground
Then eventually
That will lead
To me and my siblings
Obtaining her beatings
At the time, that was life for us
We didn't know much
We thought that was real love.
So I grew up
And Hit the ones I loved
Thinking that's how you show someone
Love; Through a punch.
Now that I'm finally starting to see the truth
My depression is getting worse
Because my conditioning is a fluke.
Now I must
Condition my self
to become
something so different
And if I don't
I'll end up alone
The devil is here
He's the only one who's listening
Copyright © Domingo Beltran | Year Posted 2011
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