Queen, The Beautiful Girl.


Sitting there in the street looking so tired & lost, she keeps waiting for everyone, maybe anyone to give her some of these shiny coins or one of these papers that we buy food with. She looks at the people passing by her everyday & wonders, why they are not happy??! You look at her & see a girl unlike girls in this world, smiling. Just smiling all the time, & it’s like she owns the world, she owns the world with her smile.

She has a world with her “almost” pare feet, old clothes, & dirty hair. The world changes, things come things go, things change, people change but she & her smile still and stay winning forever against all that. Such a unique charm that makes you follow it everywhere just to get some of the magic filling the air around her. We see her everyday but none of us ever thought or wondered, does she ever see us???.

The answer to that comes from the like a sun shinning eyes, & her hair that style itself to frame her face , her lovely face that captivate you once you take the moment to taste the sweetness hiding inside it, her old dress redesigned itself to make her look like a piece of art, and even her almost a shoes worth nothing but completing the picture.

I found that, she acts like blind, she never see but joy. She smile like she’s not here hearing us, she only hear beauty. And finally but not the end, she hardly talk, because she can say nothing but what tastes sweet to her innocent mind.

I asked the boy sitting there always next to her to tell me ’bout her name, he said “No one knows it but I can tell you that she’s Queen”.

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He is a dream [it can be just a poem]


MY FIRST POEM so tell me how am I doing????
Number One, you better listen from number two,

Number two, ’cause boy I won’t change my point of view.

Number three, so if you really want me,

Number four, here’s what you have to be.

Kind, smart, and strong,

You stand up for the wrong.

I won’t talk but you understand,

You’re never ashamed of walking holding my hand.

You get life and me so well,

I’m crazy but you say they can go to .

You respect women and kids,

You never care what’s in others heads.

You never forget to say goodnight,

Even if all day we just did fight.

You know what you want and you want me,

You want forever and forever it’ll be.

You’re never afraid to say sorry,

but boy, you don’t have to worry.

You never sleep when I’m sick,

‘Cause to you I’m not just a normal chick.

When I cry you die to cry,

Seeing me smiling makes you fly.

I want you and you can see,

With any other one I can’t be.

That’s some of what I want,

Maybe I’ll get it, maybe I won’t.

I Am Who?


I’m a smile when the world is so sad, I’m a tear when the world is so crazy, I’m me when everyone change, I’m a whisper to the frightened heart, I’m a hand to the sick soul, I’m a family to the lost child inside of you, I’m yours when you’re all alone, I’m the word of the broken voice, I’m a human maybe an angel. I’m in every mirror, face, smile or heart. I’m not forgotten, always remembered, in the soul living there. I’m your eye when you cry, when you sleep happily and deep, when you look at me and you know you remember, remember me.

For The One Who Broke Her Heart


I felt sorry for myself for so long, not just that but I blamed myself that he hurt me, I blamed myself ’cause he broke my heart, and now I can’t believe I’ve done that to myself over him. I won’t tell my story this time ’cause it’s so familiar. I won’t tell my story this time ’cause memories are already racing throw your mind putting you there where you once was. I won’t tell the story that only our lonely nights know ’bout. Many reasons and one pain, love is the narrator and the designer, and we … we just play the game and eye blinded too, and for the viewers, they watch from a far far far away land, so they hardly do a change in the story in time. Listen, I can’t tell you that you are doing wrong, a really big mistake, and her heart that you broke now, will be yours one day later, ’cause if you think you are smart enough to break a heart then you already know that. What you don’t know and won’t know before too late, is that that girl you destroyed today, will get stronger and will wait for you to fall and come back running to her to tell you “now tell me, how bad it hurt?!” with a wide smile. “What you take today, will be taken tomorrow” Next time you break a girl’s heart imagine her smiling while you cry just like now………