tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73126265246684049532024-10-24T14:08:00.765-07:00This is a blog about poems in general, love poems and poems about life.Manuel Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14390576471930997539noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312626524668404953.post-73216022313648276522014-03-06T16:36:00.000-08:002014-03-06T16:36:56.120-08:00Looking through the mirror<br /> hiding in the shadows<br /> shouting nonsense<br /> serving someone else's ideals<br /> <br /> Becoming irreverent<br /> unwrapping the lies<br /> hiding within temptation<br /> shaking our sanity <br /> <br /> Offending some <span dir="ltr" id=":1mk">commandments</span><br /> stepping over others<br /> cutting the grass<br /> sharing new ink<br /> <br /> Tasting the rain<br /> embracing the heat<br /> becoming something else<br /> evolving through pain<br /> <br /> Walking on the edge<br /> beyond good and evil<br /> obeying good manners<br /> thinking 'bout evil deeds<br /> <br /> Dying a little<br /> living some more<br /> fearing oblivion<br /> ignoring reality<br /> <br /> Trying new things<br /> forgetting old ones<br /> reaching the end<br /> accepting defeat<br /> deceiving thyself<br /> <br /> in the end just shoutin' stopManuel Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14390576471930997539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7312626524668404953.post-74494458353906026822011-08-08T16:17:00.000-07:002011-08-08T16:17:14.829-07:00I've been falling<br /> through the abyss of my consciousness<br /> falling with every step<br /> dying with every breath<br /> <br /> Failing my expectations<br /> my dreams<br /> my life<br /> and my mind<br /> <br /> My pride is shattered<br /> my wings are in pieces<br /> I have no light and no darkness left<br /> just a deep and endless vacuum<br /> <br /> I'm losing my mind<br /> but there is no mind to be lost<br /> I'm losing myself<br /> where there's no self to be reclaimed<br /> <br /> Today<br /> I walk the desert of the living<br /> lurking among the dead<br /> wondering if they would ever see me<br /> <br /> I can't find myself in the mirror<br /> I can barely see myself<br /> no wonder<br /> the mirror does not see me<br /> <br /> Whatever remained... (of my former self)<br /> is there no more<br /> whatever it was<br /> no proof it ever existed remainsManuel Gutierrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14390576471930997539noreply@blogger.com1