Tragic is the Dreamer Who Dies

Errors mar my pretty face and I believe without a trace my dreams will seep out of my mattress each night
There will be not a sliver of hope inside of my leather quiver of woes and nothing can shoot me back to home
I will harbor the enemy of me which happens to be the only thing I can fear at all which has always been illusions
I might wake from restless sleep and stare me down in a mirror and realize I'm doomed and realized I am confused
I will cry these hopeless eyes out and not understand what it's about and look at myself and see there is nothing left
I will carry the weight of distant dreams like mountains bursting at seams echoes reminding of things I failed at
I will drift to and fro in sea of despair and slide under these walls and not know how to care and when I wake up
I won't see me anymore, no I won't see me.........but a tragedy

Magic and a Tragedy

tragic it seems now; not that it ever never seemed so, tragic that is
and magic it was once; not that you ever liked me so, with magic
and here lies my heart;
stone cold and old now it seems
never seemed another way though, did it?
and you never did understand it
sadness is all I know; not that I ever never knew happy, but so long
and precious was us once; not that it ever mattered to you, or will
and there goes my hope;
fell like a stone and dead it seems
never seemed another way to you I guessed it
and you'll never ever get it
but it's all poetry now
tragic; it's a tragedy now and so you never ever got another memory
quite like magic; never like we were once, all magic and a tragedy
and there lies my heart;
stitched, shuttered, and boarded up
feels sorta' dead to me now it seems
ever once it was another way wasn't it?
I'll just never understand it

by elizabeth azpurua on 6/12/10

A Sad Poem: "Little Boy"

"Little Boy"

Little boy who dances

not the drummer from the song

This one stands tall, head high, all wrong

He never got a chance

Little boy who answers

pleads a favor of the strong

but this one fails, and breaks, all wrong

She never had the answer

It's a tragedy

But who's to blame

The dream giver or dreamer

or the one who ran away?

Little boy who reaches

not so young this time around

asks for nothing but the impossible ground

to carry her feet

Little boy who understood

all the pain and the let downs

knowing the miles of ground

would never make her bleed

It's a tragedy

But who's to blame

The dream giver or dreamer

or the one who ran away?

Her failing and breaking make it all wrong

And who can cross the distance

To save a boy without a chance?

It's a tragedy

But who's to blame

The dream giver or dreamer

or the one who ran away?

or the one who ran away?

Little boy who dances

not the drummer from the song

This one stands tall, head high, all wrong

He never got a chance

Little boy who answers

pleads a favor of the strong

but this one fails, and breaks, all wrong

She never had the answer

Only the dreamer

She was only the dreamer

Such a tragedy

And who's to blame?

The dream giver or the one

the one who ran away?

I originally wrote this on 12/9/09

by Elizabeth Azpurua