Wednesday, March 7, 2012

A LOVE THAT'S LOST

Love is like an unfinished book that someone started....
    yet left it for us to finish.
Nobody can explain love, it just blooms at the blink of a sunset.

Love can be a dangerous weapon..It can leave you broken hearted,
    or just wounded for life.

I would give my life, for one moment to feel the thing they call love.

BY CRYSTAL BUSTAMANTE 1996


LOVE OF THE HEART

         Nowhere to run, Nowhere to hide...
This pain that I feel hides deep down inside.

It looks for the love, it looks for the laughter...
          To live in the heart- Happily Ever After.

<The sun has to rise, the rose has to bloom...
I know that I'll be loved, someday very, very soon.

BY CRYSTAL BUSTAMANTE 1996


       AN ANGRY HEART
A love that destroys the burning desire to be loved.
    I really can't explain this unwanted feeling...
I thought that for just one brief moment, that I had found
    my love of life....

I wish that I could say that life will get better, but I can't.
     Love, I can say..is like a rose..the unforgettable
blooming experience. But with every rose, a petal must fall.

      Please don't hate me. I guess my only problem is...
I can't find someone to love my rose without letting a single petal fall.
BY CRYSTAL BUSTAMANTE 1996


                  IF I WERE YOURS
If I were yours, would you hold me tight?

If I were yours, would you wanna fight?

If I were yours, would you catch my fall?

If I were yours, would you care at all?

BY CRYSTAL AZOCAR   2006


                   IF THIS WERE MY LOVE
If this were my love, would I hold it tight?

If this were my love, would I promise not to bite?

If this were my love, would I be in despair?

If this were my love, would I even care?

BY CRYSTAL AZOCAR 2006

 

Friday, March 2, 2012

About my old poems.....

Well hello all. We've been away for quiet some time, and I do promise to give a full update on a later day, but I wanted to write out to you some of my old poems I found.


this one didn't really have a title, so I'm going to call it 

 "We Are"
I sit here waiting, wondering..
what will be said or what will be told.

In my eyes, in my mind I scream out...
"I'm sold!"

"Heal me lord, take my pain!"..
If love were a treatment I'd be sane.

The others scream out..."Meds or take me home!"
Yet in that "picture", we are alone...

Independence is what we need...
All it takes is one small healthy seed.
                                        CRYSTAL 12/14/10


       Misery & Love

I guess you could say that life is such a bore...
                        all the pain, and so much more.

Misery, Love how could it be..
         I think it's following me.

The pain is gone, but still in despair..
How could it be, I feel I am nowhere.

Misery, Love how could it be...
if only someone could love only me.
                                              written by Crystal Azocar  in 1996



Ok. Now I am leaving those at that, and I or one of us, will be back soon to finish typing them into my blog for you all to analyze yourself and I'd would greatly appreciate feed back. Thank you.