Saying I'm more than empty
is a cruel kind of crime
Trying to fix it,
nothing more than a waste of time.
I cry because I can't stop
trying to fix it
would be a huge flop
The only thing I know is how to pretend
It can't be like this,
this can't be the end.
I'm scared I turned out weak
Forced to deal and confused with being meek.
My heart is broken
its destroyed.
I feel empty
not much is going to replace this void.
I try to smile
to hide the frown
this is what I get
this is the upside to being down.


© Yolanda Curiel 2010

Trophy Life

Its a matter of fact
Its a matter of fun
Its a two steps forward
Its an always on the run

Its a matter of time
Its a matter of space
Its a fighting to the death
Its a stiff kick to the face

Its a matter of forgiving
Its a matter of laughter
Its a choice we make
Its a night of regret; no morning after

Its a matter of of choice
Its a matter of sad
Its a choosing to be happy
Its a forcing to be glad

Its a matter of loss
Its a matter of heart
Its a finding yourself
Its a realization you're falling apart

Its a matter of surviving
Its a matter of strife
Its a finding a help
Its a surviving this trophy life.

©Yolanda Curiel

Untitled.

I thought I was better but thats just a lie
no feelings, questions or answers
no excuse for the when or why.
I'm lost; all alone
unsure of the cost, no heart to call my own.
Its like a broken record; no music to be heard
these feelings, all ignored
just like a dying baby bird.

©Yolanda Curiel

Smile.

I saw you cry the day I left
I left the day I made you cry;
stolen in the night and gone in the day;
that was the day my life stopped
thats when you went away.

I cried and fell apart
that was the day you broke my heart
I can't understand why you couldn't stay
I can hear it in my head, that thing you would always say.

Your laugh, your smile, your voice, your dance
I beg and I plea, please.. one more chance.
to say I love you and give you a hug
to forgive you for yelling and attacking me with bugs!

One look and it was an instant trial
I'll see you again, its something I can say
I'll think of you and I'll cry, once and a while
my dear sweet boy.. are you okay?
can you smile?

©Yolanda Curiel

Broken Windows.

You wouldn't understand
if your world came in a box
You wouldn't understand
if your children were eaten by a fox
Broken windows could.

You wouldn't question
how many times you have to die
You wouldn't question
All the times you were left to cry
Broken Windows would.

You wouldn't lie
If it could save your life
You wouldn't lie
if it was your wife
broken windows could

You wouldn't fight
If it was your only choice
You wouldn't fight
to help make the world rejoice
Broken Windows would.

©Yolanda Curiel