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Dear freedom, your sweet innocent voice seems
Now like a distant echo, lost in the wind.
Hopes lost in a set of broken dreams,
With heavy chains, to your heart of stone pinned.
Day by day, night by night, without an end in sight,
Tortured by the ravaging beak of time, flying
With wings of solit'de, displaying its might,
And hatred-filled eyes, watching me dying.
These chains around my heart like a vicious snake
Poisoning my soul with darkness and despair.
A dreadful nightmare from which I will wake
And look into destiny's most wicked glare.
I stand under shadows cast by heaven's light,
And into sleep I fade, witho't a fight.
Copyright © Andres Rocha | Year Posted 2014
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Death,
A fate foretold
Since the beginning of time
Master of time,
Misunderstood,
And feared by many.
Some say your power is a curse
Some a blessing
Emancipator of souls,
Bestow freedom
On my poor soul.
Trapped in this prison of torture
Called a body,
Which places limits on my true potential
I understand you,
Hiding behind broken hearts
Are benevolent intentions,
A noble purpose
Bringer of peace,
You give rest
to those tired.
You free those soldiers
Trapped in a game of kings
A dark artist.
I see the beauty in your work.
With your scythe
You paint a masterpiece,
With your scythe
You write a magnificent tragedy.
You are the perfect ending
To our tragic story
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Andres Rocha Poem
"I agree," Bayard murmured while looking at the few people walking I across the street. Summer was over and the boy was beginning to get frustrated at the sight of girls wrapped in blankets of clothes.
"Bayard do you even know what I just said?" Lyel interrupted his brother's observations. "Could you at least pretend to care once in a while?"
"I heard what you said man, relax." He took the cup off of the table without bothering to turn his head. He sipped his coffee in the most nonchalant manner.
"I hope that caramel frapuchino is to your liking. It cost some people money you know."
"It's decent."
Lyel turned his attention back to the small pile of papers sitting on the table, "Mhm how to end this chapter. Maybe I should end it with the girl confessing."
"Stop with your story for a while or two and take a look at the outside world. By the way don't forget to give that girl a body that makes the guys stare."
"No. See you weren't paying attention when I was telling you about my story. Women don't need bodies for a man to love them. Why do I even share my ideas with you?" Lyel placed the papers back inside a blue folder.
"Because you have no one else. Finish your coffee after all you paid for it. The coffee here is good after all."
"You almost did not want to come in here in the first place."
"That's because this place looks like crap from the outside."
"Anyways how was trick or treating with your friends yesterday?"
"Finally a topic that doesn't involve your lame romances. It was one of the best ones so far. We went to this neighborhood on the west side of the city. Bro you should have been there. Haha a whole neighborhood full of girls with sexy Halloween costumes. I couldn't decide wether the chick with the devil costume was better than the one with the cat costume. Man awesome night." Bayard placed his hands behind his head and laid back on the chair.
"What about the haunted houses? The candy?"
"There was this one house where there was a graveyard and zombies. This girl was too scared to go in it. So I told her I'll hold her. We all got good candy in that house."
"I hope you saved some candy for me too."
"I did. Some candy corn. I'm pretty sure you like it."
The waiter went to the brothers' table inquiring if they needed anything else. Lyel politely declined and thanked the waiter for his kindness. Breakfast was almost over and the scent of coffee was beginning to fade. There was only a few people in the shop. An old man lost in the swirling of his coffee and a young man sitting in the corner reading.
"So as I was saying. When I got home I ate some twix and kit kats, but then I found this box of chococate chips. Strange because this was the first time I received this box before."
"It must be only in that neighborhood."
"I opened it and at the top was a raisin. One raisin in a box of chocolate chips."
The sound of the bell on the front door rung more frequently as the hands on the clock tired in their endless cycle. Lyel's coffee no longer had steam. It was getting cold.
"What did you do with the raisin?"
"I threw it away and ate the chocolates. What else would I do with it? I was there for the chocolates."
"Eat the raisin. Why would you throw away a perfectly good raisin away?"
"No one choses the raisin over the chocolates man. Why would you? What if the raisin was poisoned?
"The raisin is ten times less likely to be poisoned than the chocolates since there are more brutes than intelligent people."
"Hey stop being a smart ass. Let's put this in real world terms alright. Let's say the chocolate chips are the hot girls in the devil and cat Halloween costumes. The raisin is some ugly chick in a chipmunk costume or something. Who would you chose?"
"The girl in the chipmunk costume. Looks have nothing to do with my decision."
"Bro are you serious? Even if you were insane that is a no-brainer."
"And that is exactly what is wrong with society. No brains. I'll pick the raisin over the chocolates any day and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Even if I was I'm not afraid to walk alone in my opinion."
"So what you are saying is that instead of a box of chocolates we should give a box of raisins on Valentine's day?"
"Maybe we should since people have forgotten what really matters."
The shop had more people now and people were beginning to stare at the two brothers arguing. Bayard noticed this and took the last sip of his coffee. He brushed his dark hair back and stood up. "Whatever I finished my coffee. Let's go."
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Thy love, which in dream's reality it does exist,
Gives meaning to my purpose in this life,
Although I do resist, my heart does persist,
For it desires thee to be my beautiful wife.
Thy love breathes life into the dead inside of my heart,
It conquers the v'st, blue ocean of my labyrinthine mind,
And the fiery, red furnace of my passionate heart,
And in the mid'st of n'ght our fates, intertwined.
True love is a fearless warrior, invincible,
Undying hope in the dark face of adversity,
Although to mortal eyes, invisible,
It is irreproachable veracity.
Extravagant treasures, I have none,
But to my loving, caring heart, thee art the only one.
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Spring comes,
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth,
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it
Spring leaves,
Taking some flowers with it,
Bestowing freedom
Upon these fortunate plants
Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Life,
Placed on this pitiful plant
And a fate worse than death
Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years
Now with spring close by,
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring,
This dying flower will perish.
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise
Rebirth
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies
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Let thine eyes be kissed
By the drop of Love's flower.
Do not let the chance be missed.
Do not let go in Time's dying hour.
Open thine eyes to mine
While our lips speak words in
Poems; our fates intertwine.
Meant to be, it has always been.
I will sing thee the truest melody!
The best my heart can compose.
Only thy ear will hear my melody
And only thy hand will receive a rose.
By replacing thine stolen pages
I promise to make it worthwhile.
No lies or wages.
I am here to make thee smile.
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Unconditional love,
that grants me access to a faraway paradise,
is what I feel for you
Breath taking beauty
is what I see in you
A euphonious voice,
that bypasses my senses
and makes me believe even the impossible,
is what I hear from you
Love is a bastion of benevolence
that is said to block all malevolence,
but I impugn this absurd assumption
because even love is susceptible
Blinded by love,
I lived a beautiful illusion,
flabbergasted by the heartbreaking reality to which I awoke to
Now I wander this warped nightmare
in which the futility of my efforts is proven with every disappointment presented,
debilitated by my ignominious ineptitude to overcome my profound melancholy
I venture into this unknown world of cruelty,
in which I am fate’s puppet,
with no hope of ever returning
I would give it all up to be with you my love,
but sadly I know you wouldn't do the same
Regardless, I refuse to let go of this suffering
even if I know my pitiful invocation
is nothing but a futile attempt to change my depressing fate
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One, two strokes of my pen touch my paper,
Resurrecting dreams vanquished in despair
and with a glance I discern the imperfection in my work.
With a smile I show reverence for my imperfection
For it is what makes me who I am,
what makes diversity possible,
what makes life more meaningful and purposeful.
Imperfection is such a beautiful thing
Perfection lacks originality
Mastery is not the absence of mistakes,
but using those mistakes to your advantage
Those who strive for perfection
Will only waste their time and fail.
While those who embrace their imperfection
Are bound to succeed
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I sought more than I could ever attain
In a long, foolish quest destined to fail.
A passage to a world where storm clouds reign
And in every corner a tragic tale.
Pain's royal throne in destiny's wicked clutch,
Front row seats to a future of despair
For thinking I could ever mean that much,
A foolish hope in an endless nightmare.
Just a sad puppet on a lonely string,
Forever trapped in a sadist's dream,
Driven into darkness by love's painful sting,
Traveling fast, down a treacherous stream.
Waiting here in agony for you.
Why? It's simple. It's because I love you.
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It has been a while since a flower has blossomed from my paper
and embellished it with its benevolent sign of happiness
My happiness lies in you and it has been absent for as long as you have been
Ever since then, my life has been shrouded in painful darkness
I sit here reminiscing on beautiful memories,
that once brought me immense joy
and now they bring profound sadness to my heart
with every stroke of my pen
Why do I eat this food?
It only feeds my suffering
Why do I even try?
My futile efforts only help me climb this mountain,
in which my downfall lies at the top
My mind is a convoluted labyrinth of unanswered questions, despair,
and broken dreams
Try to explore it and you will find yourself lost in your expedition
Try understanding and you will find a riddle you cannot solve
Regardless, it is too late to save me
I have fallen too deep into my melancholy
Now I send out my orison, my last resort,
to the heavens,
hoping that God will expedite my suffering
and alleviate this incessant aching in my heart.
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