People
They don’t mean a thing to you
They move right through you
Just like your breath
But sometimes
I still think of you
And I just wanted to
Just wanted you to know
My old friend…
I swear I never meant for this
I never meant…
By: David Quijano
Categoría: love poems
What I know about you
It is clear that, there are many things that I don’t know about you. But here comes what I do know about you:
You are amazing. Not as the way you think of even people thinks about the amazingness itself, there is something inside you that touch my soul and lovely tatoo something there.
You smell sweet. your skin is so soft and your body so tiny and fragile that I feel I’m having some kind of treasure in my hands. I still can feel my nose driving slowly trough your arm skin when we were laying on my bed looking for a sweet kiss.
You are strange. You said too many things to me, and I’m not sure why you said all those things, and I’m not saying this in a bad way but, it quite doesn’t make any sense once you deeply analizes
You use me. You came into me, you took as much as you could, you learned about your power, and I learned about mine. Try not to misunderstand what I’m saying here, we can always be friends, but the truth is I feel my arms empty and not because of you left, but because my body is weak caused by the energy that is missing in my body.
You left.
That’s all I know about you.
And after all I don’t have the guts to send you F*** **F
Your call
22-jun-09
First we had a fight
then we were fine.
We were alright,
having a little fun but lots of hot hugges and kisses.
By that time i was worried about the money, but also concerned about the love i feel every second of my life in my heart.
Thing got rough
for a moment i could not get what was going on.
One second we were holding hands,
the next one i was soaked in tears that were killing me from the madness
and the sorrow of watching them taking you away from me.
I dont know whats happening next,
for now, i can just apologize
and wait for your call…
Real
What else is there between the sea?,
How far is your world from my heart?,
Am I talking too fast? or feeling so deep?
Or was it just a sweet dream?
Never know… try to think,
or you’d better stop,
Don´t take this too far,
I mean your fear.
What else is there between my heart?
How far is your soul from my world?
Are you running away?
o coming up too fast?,
Or wasn´t it?
Maybe I had always known,
stop over thinking,
or try to start from the begining,
Don’t stop what you think you feel,
It’s real.
To be social
I can tell just what you want,
You dont want to be alone.
I can say its what you know,
What you know it the whole time…
Speaking words of wisdom.
You know we are gonna find you,
You think we are gonna miss you.
From the mainstream,
to the basement,
Outliers,
insiders,
others,
us.
Droping tears of dispair,
The flying dream has come to an end…
I miss when I didn’t know.
Romantic,
Melancholic,
Too honest to be social,
to charm to be sexy.
Where does all the bees gone?
The pepper of my life
You are in my head all day,
all night.
When I wake up,
when I try to sleep,
Always thinking on what you do,
and how you do it.
You look too sweet and candy,
on my dreams,
you are the godess,
of my imagination.
As Jefferson Airplane said:
Don’t you want somebody to love?
…
You better find somebody to love.
Thank you for being,
poetry to my life again.
Short shots of soft pain SSSP
I know you are out there…
Somewhere…
Waiting.
Look at my eyes once,
you will see yourself.
look at my eyes twice,
you will only see myself,
inside you.
Bad,
Wrong,
Boring,
Stupid.
Again,
I’m sorry,
I apologize…
Believe me,
I’m so sorry,
Again.
I will be here,
imagine you.
You will be there,
Thinking of us,
with him.
Crying for you,
Missing me.
I know you are not perfect,
But I don´t care.
I know you are not here,
But I don’t care.
I know I screwed everything up,
But what to do now?
I know I’ve been having this conversation for a while,
by my own,
so what?
Nothing can’t stop me,
from being this way,
you will miss me.
I bet you already do…
so what?
Does anyone has the courage to change?
If I were an electric storm,
I’ve had ended a long time ago.
All I feel in my hands now,
ashes.