Good Morning, My Sweetheart,
Good Morning, to Thee,
Oh yes, Quite a,
Beautiful Morning, it be.
This Morning,
Your Love Letter,
Came unto Me.

My heart set ablaze,
Not with passionate fire.
But filled with the light,
Of hope and desire.

With your distant light,
4 years shone down to me.
Without hope, chance, (or) encouragement,
You still believed in me.

I gave you not a word,
No glimmer, no spark.
No hope (that) I'd return (to you),
With love in my heart.

You look at me now,
A gentle heart broken.
But you stay me gently,
Your true heart has spoken.

A powerful love,
Without lusting desires.
A sweet lullaby,
Without passion filled fires.

For lust and for passion,
These things have their place.
Not here and not now,
Not this sacred place.
I dare not destroy but,
This gift of God's grace.
Lest my actions, destroy,
The glow of thy face.

To send me a love,
Who Loved (me) from afar.
Your heavenly light,
Shining down, like a star.

So distant you were,
I felt your warmth not.
(But) you guided my way,
Gave me refuge, (that) I sought.

My heart is still shattered,
From memories before.
Just wait for my love,
Just a little bit more.

I know, that my heart,
yearns to love, and to care,
For someone so special,
Tender, Loving, There.

Awkward moments,
smoothed out by camaraderie
Amateurs in an insane world
absent referee-
Just friendship.

Childhood chaos,
nothing kept secret
When difficulties were simple,
chuckled through it-
Just friendship.

Growth spurts,
we only became more weird
Fair share of heartbreaks,
even we veered-
Just friendship.

Philosophical convos,
at each others necks
I would write while you paint,
now we're signing checks-
Just friendship.

Wildness tamed,
now hold priorities first
Grew up way too fast,
memories dispersed-
Just friendship

High hopes,
in your new life I wish the best
better keep in touch,
preserve your zest-
It's simply true friendship.

(Memories of a Far Away Land)

I miss the mornings when I could listen to the roosters that loudly crowed.
Open the window to the scent of fresh tortillas, from the abarrotes it flowed.

Everyday I would wake engulfed by mountains and their fresh fresh air.
Alonzo's voice carrying loudly, "Empanadas, Empanadas, get them here."

Daily cruises through the streets of Juarez Mexico I often will reminisce,
Ending up in Downtown Centro to buy whatever, it was anyone's guess.

I miss going to the little grocers to buy, mandarins, avocado and mango,
The long waits in line on the Bridges of America trying to cross to El Paso.

Bathing in metal tubs, washing clothes by washboard with your bare hands,
I'll forever keep the precious memories safely in my heart, of a far away land.


                                         Lopez ©reationz 2014

I told Halie she was beautiful today
And she smiled and said “You’re handsome.”.
I could tell immediately that there had been miscommunication.
I returned that smile as if I could ever hope to mirror the beauty of hers’ and changed the subject
but honestly, she was missing the point.
‘Handsome’ refers to features that are aesthetically pleasing whereas ‘beautiful’…
‘Beautiful’.
It’s a word I try to avoid defining because I don’t think I know enough
but just talking to her…
Putting our foreheads together instead of our lips,
I feel like I could write a bible about what that words means.
I see more than anyone has seen of her yet.
Sadly, herself included.
I love you like a blind man, Hail
Where it isn’t your body that keeps you in my mind,
It is everything you are to me.
You are the symbol of innocence, even after all this time
I still find myself searching for words to say
that could do you justice.
Now I wrote a poem for Amy because of her looks.
I wrote a poem for Megan because of the pain she caused me.
I never wrote you a poem, Hail.
Maybe I was afraid my words would fail
To describe in detail the way your fingertips strike my nerves
as flint strikes steel and throws sparks
into my heart.
I want to let words fall out of the front of my face
and land at your feet
as if they would have any semblance of coherency.
When we’re touching, I can’t make words.
I can’t rush to my first line of defense against the outside world
because I don’t want to be defended from you.
People hear my brazen declarations of love and I know
They’re thinking exactly what I’m thinking.
‘In the grand scheme of my life, our relationship is the blink of an eye’.
But if I can make you one promise
and if I could only make you one, this would be it.
I’m going to remember you, girl.
Life is the tide that washes over the sand castles we've built together
in this sandbox we call an adolescence,
but I promise you that I will always remember
the times I laid my heart bare
for you to see how much I care.
I promise upon this fluttering pulse
I’ll always be
Your something else.

You wake up from your sleep
and remember all the bad memories.
The hurtful past you tend to keep,
the sad moments, you reminisce.

You were as blue as the ocean
darling, you drown in sadness.
You feel every emotion,
you think they fill in the emptiness.

But, I want to prove you wrong
and take your sorrows away.
I want you to be strong,
behind you, *I'll stay.

I remember at the airport, I could not wait for you to arrive;
my heart was in congruence with a clock that had stopped in time.
The first day we exchanged glances, it felt like love at first sight;
that further progressed into a passionate path of delight.

For all the time we have spent together;
it had me thinking if this was bound to last forever.
From the illicit responses to the transparent lack of affection;
inevitably, I was lost in translation with this apparent transgression.

It was not until I realized our paths were diverged;
that it was too late as I had deeply fallen in love.
I knew from then on this was too good to be true;
what you had thought it was too quick, too much, too soon.

I gave it all my might to make things right;
sadly, your reaction wasn’t just quite right.
I reminisced in the beginning how we thought without a word of doubt;
I would have never thought it would descend to this darker route.

For now I realize your arguments were not to suddenly fight;
but simply a way of saying we were not quite right.
Until this day, I still feel this true love for you;
but I will never know if you feel the same way too.

For all the conflicts that came into the light;
it was not easy to see what was wrong or what was right.
Even though our journeys have taken different flights;
I have to say, I am glad to have met you that night.
  
By: Michael M. De La Fuente

Starve.

I've filled your hunger once before,

But no
Not any more

Starve.

Till your heart runs dry
Out of *love

Out of glee

Out of me...

When I was in 6th grade
I stepped out of the shower
Naivety prevalent in my smile
There was my family,
faces wet from crying
saying that you were leaving
you could barely speak the words
they were so big
they choked your throat
the truth
you never thought you'd have to speak
the frames of every picture; shattered
and I walked across the glass; barefooted
without a care

My mind wandered with questions;
what will it be like?
where will me, mom and sister go?
who will I go with?
who will sister go with?
where will you move to?

That summer was the strangest summer
my sister had two birthday parties
I was jealous
and at her communion
your mother refused to hug mine
a sucker punch from the world's strongest man

You came home; tried to fix things
nobody was optimistic
the fights before school
left happiness and any sense of optimism;
that a 13 year old boy should have,
in dreams

it finally sunk in
when we looked for new places to live
I was happy on the outside
(I think thats when I started to develop my think shell)
but my mind was still cluttered with questions;
will you be okay?
will we be okay?
will things be okay?
what
is
okay?