A heart that is broken can no longer beat the way it did before that first crack hit the surface
Tara Acosta
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I have been writing poems since second grade when I won was recognized for writing a poem about Abraham Lincoln. After that I was hooked and thus began a lifetime of poetry as a way of life. I wrote constantly throughout school. I wrote poems in math class. I wrote poems in science class. It was all I wanted to do. In college I majored in creative writing and my final project was a poetry book. Recently I moved to Ventura, California and won a poetry contest hosted by Ventura county. It is my love and it is my passion.
Best Friend
A best friend is one who knows just what you need
in times of need
without a single word spoken.
A best friend is one to try all they can,
over and over again
to try to fix what ever has you broken.
A best friend knows when to be selfless and put
the one they love in front.
One who knows when it is there own turn to weep
that same friend for them will hold the brunt.
Crystal Cases
Different poisons in crystal cases leave scars impossible to heal.
Hidden fears behind liquid curtains to cover up what you feel.
It hurts to much to remember.
It hurts just as much to forget.
Different poisons in crystal cases serves a lifetime glass of regret.
What Might Have Been
In another life you may have been the man I’ve always wanted.
In a time of shadowed trees and purple skies.
In a place before truth herself betrayed you
and doubt filled your every thought.
In a different world I could have been the queen
you wanted me to be.
Placed high upon a pedestal for all to see.
In a faded picture I gaze at your smile as my heart sinks
to ponder about just what might have been.
The Whisper
I wonder some times if you think of me
Of late nights intertwined in each other’s secrets
All our masks off and guards down.
The smell of you made me feel I was home.
The look in your eyes made me swear it was love.
That kind you read about in the classics.
That kind they sing about in oldies.
Walks in the soft purple rain holding hands.
Kisses that told me you were afraid of me.
I wanted to hear you whisper that you would miss me when I was gone.
You
My wishes all contain pieces of you.
Quiet strolls near sacred sidewalks
when I prayed to God for you.
My Rock
Blue sky’s cast cloudy
shadows on the concrete
that is your love. My rock.
Summer Bliss
Time for old Friends and fireflies
Tales of days back when and laughing eyes
Summer nights and swimming pools
Smiling wide and breaking rules
People we love and people we miss
Are here to celebrate this bliss.
Superman
I sit here inside this memory
surrounded by things I thought I knew.
Superman capes and detective eyeglasses
I never knew the secrets you kept.
Those dark shadows that lingered behind
you when you would go quiet and blank.
Today I heard the truth about your onyx past
I heard it in whispers at the corner coffee shop.
You’re background was far from an adventure movie
You’re childhood far from a Science Fiction.
I now admire you more than I ever did before
For the make believe family tree you had to create
In order to be the wonderful man you would become.
Truth
In the absence of truth there are only masks.