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Poems By David Velazquez

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Here are more poems by the late David Velazquez
Hope you enjoy them.
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The Darkness

Looking out the window,
I watch the kids play,
they spend their time laughing,
while all I do is pray.

Pray that mommy comes home fast,
before he gets here.
As I press my hands against the glass,
my hands are wet with tears.

He is the darkness,
that comes in the night,
to play strange games with me,
as I lay in fright.

His breath smells like alcohol,
his muscles are steel,
I'm hopeless to him,
if you only knew how I feel.

I'm only eight,
why am I being punished.
As I pray to God,
to please take me from it.

If I tell mommy,
will the darkness know?
I want to tell her,
but my fear just grows.

He pulls me, he hits me,
he grabs me, he rips me.
I tear, I pray,
I fear, I stay.

Here he comes,
my body starts shaking,
The darkness will take me,
my heart is breaking.

I pray my dad,
will take me away,
If I could see him,
the things I would say.

Where are you daddy,
why did you leave?
My step-dad rapes me,
I feel so deceived.

? 1998 by David Velazquez
---------------------------
Dying In The Corner

Sitting in the corner,
with my knees against my chest,
I cry.

Crying in the corner,
with my thoughts driving me mad,
I think.

Thinking in the corner,
with my life so in distress,
I weep.

Weeping in the corner,
with myself being depressed,
I stress.

Stressing in the corner,
with my gun up to my head,
I fear.

Fearing in the corner,
with my body shaking,
I tremble.

Trembling in the corner,
with my knees up to my chest,
with my thoughts driving me mad,
with my life so in distressed,
with myself being depressed,
with my gun up to my head,
with my body shaking,
I die.

? 1998 by David Velazquez
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Little Girl Sue

I knew a girl named Sue,
She lived not far from here.
Everyday she cried,
Everyday in tears.

Poor little girl Sue,
She seemed to be in pain.
Was she being abuse,
Or was little Sue insane.

I sneaked up on poor Sue,
To see what she would do.
But when I heard her talk,
I wanted to see with who.

She was talking to herself,
This little girl named Sue,
As she said these words,
Sue was feeling blue.

I am a bad girl,
I made daddy leave,
I should have not been born,
Should have never been conceived.

I'm sorry mommy,
Please stop yelling.
Its all my fault,
Sue just kept telling.

I tried hard,
I tried my best.
You will see,
I won't be a pest.

I got closer to Sue,
To see what she was hiding.
She had a blade poor Sue,
She had just finished deciding.

Before I could act,
Little Sue just slit,
I held her tight,
But Sue had a fit.
Please let me die,
I'm in the way.
That's what mom tells me,
Everyday.

My heart broke,
I couldn't breathe.
My tears rolled,
When I saw Sue bleed.

I knew a girl named Sue,
She lived not far from here.
Everyday she cried,
Everyday in tears.

Her mother yelled at her,
Sue thought she was to blame.
Poor little girl named Sue,
Today her life she claimed.

? 1998 by David Velazquez
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Gangster At Heart


I am a hoodlum,
Gangster at heart,
My streets and me,
Can't be set apart.

These are my homies,
Known as my dogs,
When there is beef,
It's them I call.

This is my gun,
Known as my piece,
Just cross my path,
Your life will cease.

I sell my drugs,
To get my loot.
Some I can smoke,
Drink, sniff, or shoot.

Just fashion clothes,
It's what I style,
Just crazy ho-es,
To drive me wild.

I got my cars,
I live the life.
Don't give a f-ck
I'm nothing nice.

I'm an ex-hoodlum,
Gangster no more
Now I'm in jail,
I mop the floors.

Can't see my homies,
Don't see my dogs.
All I see now,
Is just four walls.

Forty to life,
Is what I got.
A six year old,
By accident I shot.

Don't have a gun,
Don't have a piece.
And from this cell,
Won't be released.

Three meals a day,
Thrown at my plate.
Some of the men,
See me as a date.

Some want to play,
Some want to pray.
Some want to learn,
Some want to rape.

Just blue clothes,
Is what I style.
Still have a h-oe,
His name is Kyle.

I lost my freedom,
I lost my name.
A government number,
Is what I became.

? 1998 by David Velazquez
--------------------------
Sitting On My Tombstone

Sitting here on my tombstone,
I see your sweet face.
If I had one more chance,
I would change my bad ways.

My body is dead Momma,
But my feelings remain,
My heaven is to see you,
My hell is to see your pain.

~ Kneeling here by your tombstone,
~ I feel that you are near.
~ As I lay this rose next to your grave.
~ Soaked with my tears.

~ My Body is alive Son,
~ But my feelings are dead.
~ I took you for granted,
~ Not enough words were said.

~ At least I know you'll go to heaven.
Oh Momma I wont go!

~ At least I know you'll be with God,
Heaven without you must be cold.

~ You'll have angels to sing you songs,
I'd rather hear your voice.

~ You'll have love to keep you strong,
I'll just sit here if it's my choice.

I had heaven when I was with you,
But now I just have hell,
As I sit here on my tombstone,
With so many things to tell.

~ I had heaven when I was with you,
~ But now I just have hell.
~ As I kneel here by your tombstone,
~ With so many things to tell.

I took you for granted.
~ I took you for granted

? 1998 by David Velazquez
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S!l3nTrZ

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their very sad poems,,it's fu ked up what kind of ppl live in dis world !!!!!!!


but very good [poems]
 
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here are more poems by the late david velazquez
hope you enjoy them.
---------------------
the darkness

looking out the window,
i watch the kids play,
they spend their time laughing,
while all i do is pray.

Pray that mommy comes home fast,
before he gets here.
As i press my hands against the glass,
my hands are wet with tears.

He is the darkness,
that comes in the night,
to play strange games with me,
as i lay in fright.

His breath smells like alcohol,
his muscles are steel,
i'm hopeless to him,
if you only knew how i feel.

I'm only eight,
why am i being punished.
As i pray to god,
to please take me from it.

If i tell mommy,
will the darkness know?
I want to tell her,
but my fear just grows.

He pulls me, he hits me,
he grabs me, he rips me.
I tear, i pray,
i fear, i stay.

Here he comes,
my body starts shaking,
the darkness will take me,
my heart is breaking.

I pray my dad,
will take me away,
if i could see him,
the things i would say.

Where are you daddy,
why did you leave?
My step-dad rapes me,
i feel so deceived.

? 1998 by david velazquez
---------------------------
dying in the corner

sitting in the corner,
with my knees against my chest,
i cry.

Crying in the corner,
with my thoughts driving me mad,
i think.

Thinking in the corner,
with my life so in distress,
i weep.

Weeping in the corner,
with myself being depressed,
i stress.

Stressing in the corner,
with my gun up to my head,
i fear.

Fearing in the corner,
with my body shaking,
i tremble.

Trembling in the corner,
with my knees up to my chest,
with my thoughts driving me mad,
with my life so in distressed,
with myself being depressed,
with my gun up to my head,
with my body shaking,
i die.

? 1998 by david velazquez
--------------------------
little girl sue

i knew a girl named sue,
she lived not far from here.
Everyday she cried,
everyday in tears.

Poor little girl sue,
she seemed to be in pain.
Was she being abuse,
or was little sue insane.

I sneaked up on poor sue,
to see what she would do.
But when i heard her talk,
i wanted to see with who.

She was talking to herself,
this little girl named sue,
as she said these words,
sue was feeling blue.

I am a bad girl,
i made daddy leave,
i should have not been born,
should have never been conceived.

I'm sorry mommy,
please stop yelling.
Its all my fault,
sue just kept telling.

I tried hard,
i tried my best.
You will see,
i won't be a pest.

I got closer to sue,
to see what she was hiding.
She had a blade poor sue,
she had just finished deciding.

Before i could act,
little sue just slit,
i held her tight,
but sue had a fit.
Please let me die,
i'm in the way.
That's what mom tells me,
everyday.

My heart broke,
i couldn't breathe.
My tears rolled,
when i saw sue bleed.

I knew a girl named sue,
she lived not far from here.
Everyday she cried,
everyday in tears.

Her mother yelled at her,
sue thought she was to blame.
Poor little girl named sue,
today her life she claimed.

? 1998 by david velazquez
------------------------
gangster at heart


i am a hoodlum,
gangster at heart,
my streets and me,
can't be set apart.

These are my homies,
known as my dogs,
when there is beef,
it's them i call.

This is my gun,
known as my piece,
just cross my path,
your life will cease.

I sell my drugs,
to get my loot.
Some i can smoke,
drink, sniff, or shoot.

Just fashion clothes,
it's what i style,
just crazy ho-es,
to drive me wild.

I got my cars,
i live the life.
Don't give a f-ck
i'm nothing nice.

I'm an ex-hoodlum,
gangster no more
now i'm in jail,
i mop the floors.

Can't see my homies,
don't see my dogs.
All i see now,
is just four walls.

Forty to life,
is what i got.
A six year old,
by accident i shot.

Don't have a gun,
don't have a piece.
And from this cell,
won't be released.

Three meals a day,
thrown at my plate.
Some of the men,
see me as a date.

Some want to play,
some want to pray.
Some want to learn,
some want to rape.

Just blue clothes,
is what i style.
Still have a h-oe,
his name is kyle.

I lost my freedom,
i lost my name.
A government number,
is what i became.

? 1998 by david velazquez
--------------------------
sitting on my tombstone

sitting here on my tombstone,
i see your sweet face.
If i had one more chance,
i would change my bad ways.

My body is dead momma,
but my feelings remain,
my heaven is to see you,
my hell is to see your pain.

~ kneeling here by your tombstone,
~ i feel that you are near.
~ as i lay this rose next to your grave.
~ soaked with my tears.

~ my body is alive son,
~ but my feelings are dead.
~ i took you for granted,
~ not enough words were said.

~ at least i know you'll go to heaven.
Oh momma i wont go!

~ at least i know you'll be with god,
heaven without you must be cold.

~ you'll have angels to sing you songs,
i'd rather hear your voice.

~ you'll have love to keep you strong,
i'll just sit here if it's my choice.

I had heaven when i was with you,
but now i just have hell,
as i sit here on my tombstone,
with so many things to tell.

~ i had heaven when i was with you,
~ but now i just have hell.
~ as i kneel here by your tombstone,
~ with so many things to tell.

I took you for granted.
~ i took you for granted

? 1998 by david velazquez
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if you like these and want to read more, please let me know.
hi david, donde puedo seguir leyendo mas de tus poemas? Me gustaron muchisimo los que lei. Ojala que me contestes este msg. Gracias
 
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