I will just give up poetry...

I cant take the drama and sadness our world gives me,
I don't believe that all this is just to deceive me.
My time for poetry ends now, I am drowning in depression
if only you could help, but you can't because all you did is kill me!!!
I will never forget our times together

I have nothing else to say about you and me just the painful cuttings

you left to scar on my bloody chest.

six feet is my depth when it comes to death you have no words to say

just the last that you kept...

I am giving it up tired of your inspiration in telling me to write some more

I mean really for what? nothing... that's right just keep on crawling

don't stop running because all that follows you is the breaking point for you to be sleeping,

I am tired of you and all this bull sh**t you are nothing but the whispering wind behind my head.

You are nothing now I will just give up poetry that's what I'll do,  so you would know

That you were the one that made me happy... now you are nothing in my poetry.

By:Christian Manzanares

Reason: Giving up Poetry because of you...

Found you/asked you out:  November 8, 2008- March 3rd - 2009

Left me/broke it out: August-January  

Began teaching myself poetry: September 20th 1999

First Poem: September 13th 2001

Took a break of writing poems: December 25th 2004

Was Inspired again to writting poems: November 20th 2008

Gave up poetry for GOOD!!!: Monday, May 31, 2010 10:40pm before I posted this.

You were everything...

Silent Blood Spill

The day was simple

the day was dripping with rain,

I stay calm not knowing that the rain just came

It was a Sunday at the time and  wasn't stopping,

I was alone in my room listening to nothing

just the rain that hits the roof of my home.

I think of my life that is falling into pieces and have this feeling

that I was dying , slowly blacking out in my room with just a little image

I see my left arm cut and bleeding not believing what was I thinking,

I did not know I killed my self... now I know his was my silent blood spill...

By Christian Manzanares

Reason: lonely, Dark

60th Poem

The poems I type are the things I fight,

With my blood and tears that shower me in  fear.

Scared and cold as ice that stings like a bee

I sleep by the time I could not see the  light 

when blind  like a bat,

with only just the vibrations to show me through the dark.

I write my poems on paper and show the world my true heart

I stand tall and think positive when my dreams went, ZIP!

I look into the sky so clearly, not to imagine that this poem is my 60th.

I want to let her know I can keep on going without quits,

there is nothing more scary than a viper that spits.

I will continue on with my poems if you promise to keep me going....

By Christian Manzanares

Reason: I DID 60 POEMS IN LIKE 4 MONTHS

Lonely walk on the beach

Remember the day I kissed you?

Those were the days when we used to keep

our love and  souls in touch.

When we went to the beach it was so beautiful

like the sun that always set when the earth spins into the darkness.

so great and graceful it just makes me want to keep our relationship so peaceful...

NOW... you are gone like a song that ends in just a few minutes

I can't let this happiness of mine to be limited.

I now walk the beaches alone and not seeing you on my side,

empty foot prints  and nothing of your trace of existence

you made it seem that you were never here....

By Christian Manzanares

Reason... Lonely =(