In Between Writing...

Hello there! just passing by today that I am really excited because two of my poems where selected as the best in this writing contest in which you had to make a poem that touched delicate subjects as, violence, drugs, teen pregnancy and stuff. And so I submitted 2 Poems and I am glad to announce that both of them where selected.

Here they are and I hope you like 'em :)

Blind Love

Can you remember the day it all began?
Your shining eyes swept the room in search of mine.
That day, my life turned white.

Do you remember the day you said how much it would suck
if we ever said goodbye, and you promised me
"You will always be by my side."
That day, that day was purple.

Or the day my simple reflection
became so much for you to bear,
and in one single motion
my heart became all yours to take.
That day my love, that day was red.

I still remember how white it all was,
until the moment your hand my face attacked.
A deep dark purple bruise there was,
and not long it took you to break me to pieces.
From push to shove, from words to blows,
and deep red blood abandoned my life.

Do you remember love, that living hell
you put me through? so blind, so stupid,
so beautifully naive, from the moment you bury me
six feet deep down, and that day my love,
that faithful day...
That day was Black.

By: JH

Red Ribbons 

She sees her

Soft white skin,

The soft blue veins

That mark a way

Beneath her skin

In her pale white wrist,

She feels her pulse

It’s pressure underneath,

Almost like it’s someone

Who wants to scream,

She traces lines to

Relieve the pain,

She holds in her hands

Her deadly reflection,

And traces her lines

Again and again,

She extends her arm

For everyone to see,

To show the world

Those dark red ribbons

That adorn her sleeve,

Those simple lines that

Caused the pain,

Those beautiful ribbons

That released the pain.

And only to realize

That the ribbons in her sleeve. . .

They belong to me.

Only to realize

That the girl with red ribbons.

That girl is me.

By: JH