Marthaa+Robles







The misery of your eyes drifting away Creating an echo Going a long the driveway of my life Never looking back The eye of determination never looking back Not knowing if your willing to come back and let the colors drip from your lips into my eyes Confusion hits me and I realize that sometimes The words spilled from each others throats Were the culprits of this massive choas Life is it called? It become more of a massive plot to destroy the beating in me When you left The fantasy I once lived was gone Fairytale ending to me was gone with the wind The pages of "They Liv﻿ed Happily Ever After" had been ripped out Stepped On <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Crumbled <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Shred to pieces <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Kind of like my once smiling face <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Thrown out of the window with no regrets <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">You focused on what made you relieve stress <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">And this is ﻿when i step back and think <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Of the bad choices mad <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">The rivers drained <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the tears spilled over the soft gentle once deformed face <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Being left there to break down and gaze upon the sunrise <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">The sunset <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">The moonrise <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">The moonset <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Sitting there to wonder if the way when he realizes his mistakes and takes her time traveling <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">To the past when everything was tend﻿er <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">The tender love he left imprinted in her heart

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<span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">she struggled <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> to mantain her face while giving her mom the disappointment <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the youngest of em all <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the pleasure of a ride <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> has taken her into deep misery <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> she can feel herself fall and everything that was once flawless falling with her

<span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> she struggled,she cried <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the misery filling her eyes <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> sunset days become into the pain of being considered a disgrace <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> she can hear the whispers of her once helping hands <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> standing there watching her fall into a deep loop hole with no ending <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> finger tips reaching

<span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> she struggled, she cried, she suffered <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> months going by and the only support she got was the little girl <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> unconditional love <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the tiny hands growing kicks are coming <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> he came back though,realized his mistake <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> reckless and clumsy turn into the blur in her eyes <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> once shinning,she can find herself at a stand still <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> is this really happening

<span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> she struggled, she cried, she suffered,things changed <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the new life within her has become into the sunlight she waited to have again <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the repetition has become something to grow fond of <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> future becoming more important <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> letting go of her controlling past

<span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> she struggled, she cried, she suffered,things changed,the future came <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> but who said this would last her lifetime <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> change became fond to her but who knew this were to grow like spreading disease from that <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> yelling over her <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> nobody listening <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> her gentle sobs being taken as something gentle <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> scars are being left <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> bruises are being imprinted in her once flawless soul <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">being left there to die of misery not being able to reach to her once smiling calmness of child <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the reminder in her life that mistakes were made and from that came this gorgeous being <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">part of her <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">part of him <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">imprinted forever upon this child's face to be left untouched.

<span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">This is the ode to <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the weak <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the one that wasn't able to once smile at the thunder rumbling towards her <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the teenage mom <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the one that kept her dreams at her hands to reach for them once she was settled <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the pretty smiled dimpled one <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">her once imperfect deformity being to blame for the attention aquired <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the one who suffered domestic violance <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">she left her spirit and soul imprinted upon the pages of my life and they now lay there motionless with no thought of ever dissapearing <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">leaving a piece of her amongst all us remembering her every morning, smiling every afternoon, and dreaming every night <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">this ode is to you my little angel noemi. <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the ode to the one who died laying in a living room floor.

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<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Line Being Used: <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back- ERA (Ryan Francis]

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back! <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">drained by the thoughts of change becoming less fond to me <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the flowing of the waves hitting the rocky bottom and becoming stronger <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">becoming the chaos

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back! <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">this time the memories flowing <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">flashing dissapearing <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">wanting them to pause,stop,replay <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I want them to be able to touch them,feel em against my finger tips <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the next morning i would love for that to happen again

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back! <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">i start to believe that maybe this life of mine was meant to be lived in misery <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">along with all the jewels and gems stored at the bottom of the crystal heart <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">pieces of it roaming through mid air <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">nobody showing any remorse for ever thinking that they were doing me good when in all reality <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the words were stabbing and penetrating <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">leaving scars of wonder

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">i sometimes like to sit and wonder where am i? <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">how did i come into this mindset <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">how did drift away from the calm shore <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">ending up on a island full of shame <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">pain <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">curved lines being flipped because of the actions that others took upon my life

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the actions have been stabbing through my soul <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">each and every day listening to the whispers <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">of the figures and the shadows of your memory <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">what you left back at home is still sitting there waiting <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">just now that i had the will and power to move away from the cuts and bruises you left.

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the words you, i, love <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">they have found a way to loose their meaning <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">pages on the dictionary overflowing with meanings yet we find it hard to find the meaning to this <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the meaning to the feelings surfacing not being found <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">lost amongst the crowd of 2 people

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">betrayal being to blame for the the stormy days coming and falling upon the once sunny days <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">i was there you were there but she was also there <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">and so was she <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">and so was the past <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">never wanting to leave <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">or you never wanting to let go of it

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">why start one chapter if the one before it was never done or never wanting to end <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">why try to begin with me when she was still roaming your mind <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">and you found your way back to her behind my back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">stabbing it painfully without me knowing <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">you made me blind

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">believing ever lie <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">dismissing every truth <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">"if you have a feeling he's cheating then he is" <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">"let him go, he is only dead weight, he has nothing to offer you" <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">words being said with meaning, <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> not wanting to break promises made <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">promises led to this

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">should have known letting go was best <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">we were only holding on by a soft tender finger tip <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">wishing,saying,promising <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">wasn't enough anymore <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">tired of being lied to <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">tired of the constant arguing because those words that meant so much to me <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">were being said to all the others

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">tired of tears <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">moved away and started over <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">because for once i thought about myself <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">my feelings <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">watching after the already broken pieces

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I Hate Who I've Become And I Wish I Knew How To Get It Back <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">blaming me? <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">how stupid are you? <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">you blame me for loving myself? <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">your dumb stupid <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">because if i don't love my self who is?

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">Im Getting It Back!

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<span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I was raised by the loud sound of regeton blasting from mini hondas filling the sunset <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">little kids coming home to a house without a mother <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> because the rent needs to get paid <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the loud voices of unsaid words being let out of the cage they were in through out the 13 years of pain <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by strollers being pushed by my best friends sister because mom was never home <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> took her for a ride that wasn't roundtrip and now finds herself alone <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> watching her memories of being a child zoom by her. <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the gentle sobs of a no daddy having baby waiting to reach out for the help of a helpless teenage mom <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by sirens filling the loud midnights of summer <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> flowers without bloom suffering from the actions of stupidity <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> being remembered by the laughs shared <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> "Jey, Tell JoJo I Forgive Him!" <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> these words penetrating me ever since i lost him to a stranger i always knew <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by fathers not knowing how to raise children so the best way out was leaving <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> no common sense becoming more common <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> money being the reason <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> not wanting to let their kids meet the creators they were formed by <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by breathless live bodies left for dead on street corners <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> illegal substances are to blame <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> for the bad air roaming up and down the street like little girls playing hopscotch <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the whispers of the new head of the block changing every other day because the other one wasnt smart enough and now is held captive <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by teenagers wanting to become more then their brothers protege <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> wanting to be smart enough to not even continue the vicious cycle <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> to stop the pressure that will only cause evaporation in the air and continue <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the destroying of teenage lives being enforced by useless men called BOSSES <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the meaning of life being buried 6 ft under <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by low blows and uppercuts <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> having to watch my back's back <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> walking out to the cold lifeless days of july <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> and being hit in the face by the influenced and the one's that think they are the influence <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> in reality they are the dick heads <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> that couldn't think for themselves <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> they blame the streets being broken apart by earthquakes that society has created <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> but they are the tsunami the aftermath that became the present and the future <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by the sunset becoming into the sunrise <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> looking forward to it so that the next day becomes where i stand tall because i have survived another day at battle <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> 16 at war <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by the streets collapsing upon me, <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by stray bullets being shot at me <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I was raised by candle vigils being dreadful because i could never let go. <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised by feelings betrayed and words coming from the heart having the meaning being ripped out of them my emotionless assholes <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I was raised <span style="color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I was raised at a war zone.

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<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">﻿Your sense of touch upon my tearful face <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">filling the empty spots with nothing but lively events <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">playing them in my head day after day because i cant seem to let go of them <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">being curled up against your chest <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">holding on tightly <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">your whispers penetrating deep inside my soul <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">overflowing me with the idea that my sunset has became into a beautiful sunrise <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">the sunrise once considered something <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">so tender <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">messing with the laws of physics <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">i went up and never came back down <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">could nine <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">fell was never caught <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">catching up to that moment for life <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">but sometimes when that moment for life is escaping <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">sliding throuhg your finger tips <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">you feel it dissapearing

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">he became that interest <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">to keep my eye open to the new windows closed <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">left ajar for me to be able to walk through <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">because through out all the pain <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">all the tears <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">something new <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> feelings being unraveled <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> described at something so strong <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> no unwanted no undesire <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> but fright <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> of ending in the same predicament <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> realizing that they are all replicas and clones of the ones from all pathways to hell

<span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> being to blame for her smiling face making a triumphant return to the sunrise of things <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> the gift of it being left on front doors of strangers <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> waiting to be opened <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> waiting to explode on his flawless deep sea of curved edges on his face <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> his caressing touch letting light into her life <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> creating memories to look back on them and remembered as his deformity <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> being held captive of his prison with no escape <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> yet she wants this to remain at a stand still and not change her perspective of life <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> she wants his soul to inspire her to create emotion with a pen and paper <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> she wants his smile to be the reason she smiles <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">she wants him to be his dimples till that deformity fades away





<span style="color: #ff00a2; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Photo Credit : Olivia Smith (Silver Stream] <span style="color: #ff00a2; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Martha Robles (Copper Stream] <span style="color: #ff00a2; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Model: Chelsea J. Smith (Copper Stream]  <span style="color: #ff00a2; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; line-height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Editing Credit : Martha "Dimples" Robles (D Photographs]

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<span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;">Is a question of strength, <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> of unshed tears, <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> of being trampled under, <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> and always, always, <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> remembering you are human.

<span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> Look deep to find the grains of hope and strength, <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> and sing, my brothers and sisters,

<span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> and sing. The sun will share <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> your birthdays with you behind bars, <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> the new spring grass

<span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> like fiery spears will count your years, <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> as you start into the next year; <span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #ff5c00; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> endure my brothers, endure my sisters.

<span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;">Oppression By Jimmy Santiago

<span style="border-collapse: separate; color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;"> Jimmy Santiago Baca was born in New Mexico, has Indio-Mexican running through his veins. Born on January 2, 1952 he is currently 59 years old. He was raised by his grandmother at the early age of 2 because his parents abandoned him. After being put into orphanage he ended up living in the streets. Part of his life he spent in prison due to charges with drug possession. <span style="color: #0063ff; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal;">While in prison he showed sighs of wanting to change. He started teaching himself how to read and write. He then began writting poems. He would trade these sort of sell them to the inmates for cigarettes. He was convinced to submit his poems to the magazine Mother Jones. Here is where his career truly began.

In his poems I found something different then from the others we read in class. I found something I could relate to and i also saw some of his poetry in mine. He likes to write about hardship in the communities. This I think he does so that people can relate and really connect to his words. Something i also noticed was that the length of most of his poems was about two to three pages. In my opinion i think he uses this to go deeper into what he is trying to say and express. You can say that he likes to dig deep and really attract people and drag them into his work. He wants to be able to catch peoples attention. Some might get bored by his work because of the length but I believe that if read to its full extent and to show the deeper meaning then you can really see what Santiago is about.

For example in the poem I included in the wiki above. This being one of his shortes works.

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