some of my poems
The Horizon
To look out into the horizon and feel so good inside is one of the most precious feelings in the world. So nice and so soothing, makes you feel like life is perfect just standing there with the least bit of worry. If you could just take 5 minutes to gaze yourself into the wonders of the Lord, just look to the horizon. The water, so calm, and so amazing. The moon, illuminating the water with the brightest light, just enough to make you stare. The skies, meeting with the ocean, but yet it's so far from each other. The ocean goes on forever, but you can only see up to a certain point. If I could ever have the chance to see the whole ocean, I would stare forever. Just one stare is all it takes to make life seem so possible, so easy, so controling. The calm waves of the ocean, and the nice breeze of the wind against your face, and the light of the moon shining there. I wish so badly to go see the horizon every night, to make me feel secure. You'll never know how I feel, unless you just take those couple of minutes, to look deep in the ocean, Gods work. It fills me up completely inside. That one part that felt too much worry, the ocean eased it away. It made me realize that with God, everything is perfect. The illumination of the moon and the calm water with that perfect breeze on your face, meaning that on the other end, there's a light leading you to the most perfect place ever. Where no one does anything bad, and not one star feeling left out of its place. If that's the other end, which I know it is, I will look into that horizon forever, so I can stay calm, and see the sky so close to reach, yet, so far.
By: Beatriz Ricardo (me)
It’s you
The reason I feel this way,
And wake up crying in the day,
And say what I say,
Is you.
The reason I can’t think straight,
And I look like I’m full of hate,
And can never say that I’m great,
Is you.
The reason my shirts soaked,
And my heart broke,
And I sobbed when I spoke,
Is you.
The reason I hate life,
And just want to take a knife,
And not deal with this strife,
Is you.
The reason I stutter when I talk,
And weaken when I walk,
And always just gawk,
Is you.
The reason I can’t do what I want to do,
And can’t say what is true,
And live the way I want to,
Is you.
You’re the reason for my feelings,
The reason for my crying,
The reason for my words.
You’re the reason for my thoughts,
The reason for the hatred I got,
The reason for my mood.
You’re the reason for my soaked shirts,
The reason that my heart hurts,
The reason for my sobbing.
You’re the reason for the life I hate,
The reason for the knife I contemplate,
The reason for the strife.
You’re the reason for my stuttering,
The reason for my weakening,
The reason why I stare.
You’re the reason for what I do,
The reason I say what I don’t want to,
The reason for my life.
You don’t love me the way I love you.
You don’t do for me what I do for you.
You don’t feel for me what I feel for you.
I love you too much to let you go.
And the moment that you leave, my mind will blow.
My head will blow.
My heart will explode.
Just because you decided to go.
By: Beatriz Ricardo
We have to talk
You’re here, so close to me,
Yet you’re still so far away.
I see you here, I see you there,
You hurt me in the night and day.
The tears streaming down my face,
You know, you put them there.
You don’t see me cry at night,
If you did, would you care?
Would you look at me and comfort me,
Or would you look away?
Would you tell me that you wont leave,
Or not even “hi” would you say?
Tell me here, tell me true,
Do you really love me?
‘cause right now I have no clue,
If my pain you even see.
Friend, my friend, I know you’re there,
I know that now it’s dark,
But I have to tell you before it’s late,
That you and me, we need to talk.
By: Beatriz Ricardo
You think you know somebody
Everything around you, so useless, just sitting there looking at you and you think it’s so good. But its not. The people around you, always being so nice and treating you like angels. You look again. Sinister. Don't trust anything. Don’t trust anybody. You think you know somebody, but you don’t. You think you like something. Think again. You never know what’s out to get you. You never know life, yet you still think you do. People trick you all the time. Don’t fall in the hole. People want things from you. Not you. You give them what they want, without even thinking, then, you turn back to them, only to find no one there. There’s always someone out there better then you, just looking to bring you down. Maybe on purpose, maybe not. The person you thought you could trust just leaves, like you’re just another speck of sand in the desert. Never remember the times you spent together. Just find someone else. Better then you. You think you know somebody, but you don’t. Don’t trust people, don’t tell or give them everything. People are rude, mean, and don’t think about other people. They don’t care that they hurt you. They don’t think it matter. They think you just like them. Maybe you are, maybe not. They don’t care about you. Maybe you’re the only person in their lives right now. Maybe you are, maybe not. As soon as they find someone better, they erase their mistake. You. Then they fix it. No thank yous for even filling up for someone you don’t know that will be in their future life. It always happens. Maybe you will find a really good friend, but just wait. They’ll stick with you as long as they need to. 5 minutes, a day, a week, a month, 5 years, doesn’t matter. As long as they get what they want. You think you know somebody, but you don’t.
By: Beatriz Ricardo
I’m sorry
I try to write, I try to think.
My heart rises, but then it sinks.
It goes so high, I get so happy.
Then sinks at once, and life’s so crappy.
I’m happy that I’m here right now, another day to live.
Another mistake to make, with more advice to give.
Some friends are good, and some are bad.
Some make you happy, some make you sad.
Some stay with you, and never let you go.
Some decide to hate you, and become your foe.
I’m so confused right now, and don’t know how I feel.
And don’t know what to pray for, every time I kneel.
At times I feel like life is perfect and all my problems are solved.
At other times I felt unsure, if my problems really dissolved.
I cry a lot at night, but I don’t think you see me.
“Help me understand Lord”, is what I always plea.
To understand the way I feel, and help me deal with life.
To understand why sometimes, you just feel like grabbing a knife.
To understand others thoughts, and why they do those things.
To understand life itself, and all the pain it brings.
To understand the people, and all the things they do.
To understand wrong and right, and the difference between the two.
I don’t know what to do anymore, my life is down the drain.
I can’t find the switch, to turn off all my pain.
It’s too dark in here, I can’t see a thing.
I don’t want to live anymore, if I just keep crying.
Is life really like this, is it supposed to be this way?
Is my heart supposed to hurt, with every word they say?
“Oh your smart” “Oh your great” “I’m happy that I met you”.
All these things they say to me, how’d I know its true.
Could it be I’m not so great, could it be I suck?
Then why is it they don’t stay with me, instead, their getting drunk.
I want to say something right now, to everyone I know.
‘Cause now I think it’s time, to let my feelings go.
“I’m sorry everyone, that I ruined all your fun.
I’m sorry that I won’t go out, and drink until I’m drunk.
I’m sorry that I’m boring, and not what you expected.
I’m sorry that to some of you, I’m just not accepted.
I’m sorry that you have to use me, just because you’re bored.
And that every time you look at me, I’m talking ‘bout the Lord.
I’m sorry if I hurt you, with anything I said.
It wasn’t my intention; it’s just what’s in my head.
I’m sorry if the way I feel, makes you really mad.
I’m sorry that to everyone, I always look so sad.
I’m sorry if I worry you sometimes throughout the day.
I really didn’t want things, to all turn out this way.
I’m sorry that I’m not your type, and you don’t really like me.
I’m sorry I’m not that person, which you always want to see.
I’m sorry sometimes you can’t stand me, and just want to say bye.
I’m sorry that I won’t go with you, when you’re going to get high.
I’m sorry you don’t like me, for all the things I am.
I’m sorry I actually throw trash, inside of the trash can.
I’m sorry I won’t change myself, just so you can like me.
I’m sorry it’s not on my list, of priorities.
I’m sorry if this hurt you, but it’s just so you can know.
That certain things that you will do, I’m not going to follow.”
By: Beatriz Ricardo
I'm going away
I cry every night,
I cry ever day.
I try with all my might,
to not feel this way.
I don't wanna feel hurt,
I don't wanna cry.
Yet, still deep inside my heart,
I just wanna die.
It's just the way I feel,
I can't control my heart.
I just wanna heal,
inside of me, that saddened part.
Why is it to me,
that all these things just happen?
Why can't I just flee,
away from all this crap I'm in?
I'm losing my mind,
I'm losing control.
It's way deep inside,
that my heart is dull.
I broke away,
I just broke free.
But all I'd say,
is "what happened to me?"
I can't live this life anymore,
I'm gonna go away.
You'll never see me and my soar,
because I simply will not stay.
By: Beatriz Ricardo
I will always love you
Whenever the sun comes up,
I think of you.
And when it comes back down,
I wonder if you thought of me too.
I wonder if I crossed your mind,
And if you did the same
As I did when I walked around,
Mentioning your name.
I wonder if you talk about me,
The way I do about you.
And if you really love me,
And do the things I do.
I wish you knew the feeling
That I feel when you`re around.
I thank the Lord everyday,
For the friend that I have found.
You impacted my life,
In a way I can`t explain.
You remind me of a deadly drought,
That finally got some rain.
You`re just like the moon and stars,
In the darkened sky.
You always make my day light up,
Even if you never try.
All these words come from my heart,
All of them so true.
And I want to say, with all it`s meaning,
That I will always Love You!
By: Beatriz Ricardo
Me
I will listen to you,
If you speak to me.
I can see right through you,
What you are, and what you will be.
I’ll understand,
Everything you say.
Even if you think I wont,
I will show you the way.
Don’t lie to me,
Or I’ll get depressed.
If you judge me or use me,
It’ll hurt so much, and I’ll become stressed.
I live by the moment,
But don’t be fooled.
I have a future in mind,
That should make you drool.
By: Beatriz Ricardo
Nights I lay
Nights I lay awake in bed,
thinking of the words you said.
Words I wish you'd never say,
or even more, to feel that way.
Nights I lay awake at night,
thinking of the perfect sight.
Your face and smile are always there,
your beautiful eyes, and perfect hair.
Nights I lay, before the sun,
wondering if I am the one.
To be there for you and make you smile,
to love you, and make you life worthwhile.
Nights I lay below the moon,
wondering if it' s now or soon.
Or maybe later, or even never,
that you'll realize, I'll love you forever.
Nights I lay awake in bed,
with nothing but you inside my head.
It's not safe, that much I know,
'cause even bigger then this love, will be the sorrow.
The sorrow and the pain you leave,
the hurt to know that you I will not achieve.
to see you in someone elses arms,
and know that later they'll cause you harm.
Nights I lay, with my eyes open,
always wondering, and sometimes hoping,
If I will ever have that chance,
to make you always want to dance.
Nights I lay awake at night,
hoping maybe I'll be a sight,
to make you want to look again,
and have your pulse, just suddenly begin.
Nights I lay, staring at the ceiling,
wondering if you're ever feeling,
the way I do every night and day,
and if you listen to what I say.
Nights I lay awake and think,
that maybe everytime I blink,
you think of me throughout the day,
or if it's just me that feels this way.
I always hope you think of me,
and in your heart I'll always be.
I hope you speak of me throughout the day,
and think of me those nights you lay.
By: Beatriz Ricardo
My hero
My hero can be yours,
If you just give her a chance.
She’ll help you with your problems,
And she’ll teach you how to dance.
She’ll understand you,
No matter what your age.
Whether you’re depressed,
Or if you’re in a rage.
She wont judge you on your problems,
And she wont criticize you.
However she’ll be honest,
No matter what you do.
My hero can be yours,
If you just give her a chance.
By: Beatriz Ricardo
These Wounds
These wounds, so deep in my heart,
they ripped through my back.
These wounds, so deep in my soul,
they could fill a rack.
These wounds are there,
there's no denying.
They're hard to bear,
you feel like dying.
These wounds wont heal,
they wont go away.
This pain, it seems too real,
and now they wanna stay.
I wanna get better,
but I'm holding the knife.
The knife taht caused the pain,
is still in my life.
I want these wounds to dissappear,
but I don't wanna let go of the problem.
It's like I want it to reappear,
but I just want to heal them.
I try to let go,
but the knife is still there.
One finger at a time,
but the last one wont dare.
Pointer, Pinky,
Middle then ring.
The thumb wont budge,
and let go of the thing.
I try with all my might,
to make it let go.
But I can't do it by myself,
I need Gods blow.
It's no competition,
God beat the knife.
I let it go,
and now there's no strife.
There's no more knife,
my hands are cleared.
And in my heart,
these wounds are healed.
By: Beatriz Ricardo
^^These are just some of my poems..just ask me if you wanna read more..^^
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