Dear OneAngry words unleashed I hurt, cry yourself to sleep, dear one bleeding, festering wound pain too deep, death chill, confusing thoughts torture the mind cry yourself to sleep, dear one pain to deep to think, find your peace.Dear One
Words bounce off deaf ears confusion, pain to deep thoughtless words drip from my mouth, inflict the pain cut and bleed. Cry yourself to sleep the night lies heavy around me my thoughts torture, whirl around my head endless misery.
Come to me dear one, cry into my breast, give your cares away &nbs
TreesVoices in the wind trees bend and groan, whispering pregnant with sunshine.Trees
© 2008 A. Rivera
Broken PromisesBroken promises, shattered dreams time will tell not all is as it seems.Broken Promises
© 2008 A. Rivera
The YouthTiptoeing through nature, watching and winking, glass in hand, smile on face, with held breath and high expectations captures nature, at its very best. Shy creature, behind the glass, beauty loving youth, emerging man. Eye that conjures beauty captured forever in a glance. Youth tiptoeing through nature, high expectations and held breath, man that sees the world through God's eyes, all captured at a glance.The Youth
© 2008 A. Rivera
play my guitar on the subway.ambience and colours fly away upon the wind without words. no words needed, not a sounding syllable above back noise. don't even know your real name.play my guitar on the subway.
play my guitar on the subway, disgusted with the way the world turns while my back's turned and i'm writing in my basement. got a beard growing in, got long hair and got a coat. and i just play that guitar.
got shoes on my feet still from the days back at school which i miss so profusely and i can't even remember.
got smashed up so b
12.03.08Sing to me softly A discordant harmony Of lost love and life.12.03.08
Dusk29.02.08Twas in the deep midwinter when An old man spake to me, “Live as though tomorrow’s light is A light you’ll never see.”29.02.08
“Love the world as she paints herself -- Be not the critic here -- For wise as you may ever be, The end is always near.”
His papery voice grew fainter I saw him close his eyes; He lay as still as one entombed Empty and dead of sighs.
I rose me up quite stiffly then -- I dared not see his face -- For if I looked upon his corpse His death my life would chase.
With wooden legs
Woah...
On another note, life's still interesting over here and I finished another term of college (survived is more like it). 
Wow!
Have a wonderful day!
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