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Vincent Rodriguez Poem
Can you please wake up?
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face.
I miss the gentle raspiness of your voice
And the sweet taste of watermelon on your lips.
Your words give me a reason to live.
They wrapped me within a blanket of optimism
Every time you spoke.
I understand the reason why you had to leave,
But you couldn’t even say goodbye to me,
Because you left so suddenly
Why do you have to be so far?
I constantly call you hoping you’ll pick up .
I text you hoping you’ll somehow respond.
But I know you won’t even bother.
You’re off doing bigger and better things,
And I can’t stop you from living your life the way you wanted.
I occasionally walk by your old house,
And reminisce on the memories we shared in that abandoned home.
Like your mom making us homemade lasagna,
And stealing kisses when she turned her back.
But all that is just a faded memory.
Every time I think of you,
My tears flood the corners of my eyes.
I just wish I can kiss your scars one last time,
But the most recent cut
Took you away from my arms,
And moved you to a permanent place amongst the stars.
So I’ll give you this single rose above your grave.
As I promise to see you again.
One day.
Copyright © Vincent Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
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Vincent Rodriguez Poem
Remember that rhyme about sticks and stones?
How broken bones hurt more than the names that were thrown?
Remember how in grade school everyone was our valentine?
Now we can’t find the time
To gather the courage to speak our minds
About the person we want to call “mine”
Remember how we used to believe in fairy tales?
Now love fails us and broken heart strings imprison us like jail
Apparently our parents lied
When they said we’d die next to the person we loved like husband and wife
Now adolescents lie at night praying to die
Some will tie a noose
Some will bleed out and let loose
Some will grab their Dad’s gun and shoot for the moon
But I might just pop pills to kill the will to spill
Blood in the sink
And to think a bitter drink was more distinct
We all want to be adults, but as kids it just results
In insults and the real adults think our music is a cult
It’s never been said
But without music most of the youth would be dead
So we lie in bed with our headphones
Blaring until we’re deaf toned
In a dead zone now head home
This is for the poppers, the purgers, and the starvers
And the smokers and the cutters
Because we feel like we can never love another so forget the others
We live for our sisters or brothers
The ones who still have a chance at life
So we teach them to live it right
Because we know what it’s like to fight for your life every night
And you cry
Wishing someone might come and find you
And look in your eyes
And tell you how much they like you
Despite all the lies and frights you find inside of you
But you somehow keep your hopes up even if you’re doped up
You still show up to school hoping to grow up
But we just get picked on
So listen to this song
If you’re giving up on living it up
Some say suicide silences secreted screams
So drown demons deliberately within deep dreams
Very often we debate suicide as an option without caution
Since we’re going to hell we might as well drop in
Yes words hurt more than broken bone
You’re all beautiful. You just got to let it show.
Copyright © Vincent Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
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Vincent Rodriguez Poem
She told me to write her a poem
But I didn't want to.
I didn't want to reminisce
On the nostalgic memories
Like tasting her lips under the clouds
Or tracing the contours of her body
with my fingertips
Or pressing my lips against the pulse
in her neck
While I feel her goosebumps rising
From her chest to her thighs.
Her moans start to harmonize
And synchronize to a realm of
euphoria and
Our clothes shed like snakes skin.
Now we're stomach to stomach
And her skin smells of lavender.
Smoother than silk.
Gentle kisses turning to bites,
Fights from the day before
Fade like gradient shades of gray.
Our bodies merging into one
One muted moan after the other.
Don't make me remember
The days we used to spend together
Embracing the smile on her face
And the exploding emerald fireworks
in her eyes.
She told me to write her a poem,
But I kind of wanted to.
I wanted to let her know how I felt.
So I told her that the thought of her
Makes me feel like I'm strapped to a
cannon
At the bottom of the Marianna
Trench
Being surrounded by demons that
reside in my head.
She's the only one who can
Pull me from this bottomless abyss.
She's the sustenance I need to
survive,
But she's leaving me to drown and
suffocate.
And she still has the audacity to
scrutinize the scars on my skin,
Even though the scars she left go
much deeper.
She told me to write her a poem.
And so I did,
But that's the day I watched her
leave.
Copyright © Vincent Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
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