The Stranger in The Mirror

When I look at myself in the mirror

I didn't see me...

I saw some stranger

the stranger on they other side was Different
his hair has faded
his skin was cracked

and i cant breath the same air he does
yet we run into each other everyday

i cant hear his voice and he doesn't seem to think
he just looks at me as if he was surprised to see me again
yet excited

daily.. i walk into the room to see him looking at me
his eyes content ..as if he saw someone he knew and wanted to say hello
but confused because he's shocked that i dont seem to remember him

im confused as well..

see..
because reflections speak the same words
yet he has none!

and because im told that reflection is me
but he isn't

when i saw him in the mirror
i didnt see me

i saw a stranger.. a stranger that im not
but a stranger i will become

because when i die to myself

that stranger will be me

whoever he is

in the end...

Sometimes life get so full, filled up to the top
to drown in the sorrow is nothing complex.. its just drowning
here pain is like waking up.. it will happen to you sooner or later

here's a pen and here's my paper
whiting down words so you could taste or savor
but they're to bitter for your liking...

...and sometimes when life is empty
we live in pain but at least we can breath
because drowning is easy 'cuz your already down here

nothings clear
and we could fear life
but not when your near this edge

Solitude

safe inside me i will die alone
my wings are free, free from you

deeper and deeper you've scratched me to watch me bleed
burned me alive, tossed me away just to watch me scream

can you see me when day turns to night
here we sit in the dark with you

can you feel the day slip into night
here we sit with our solitude

(not done)

Door Slam

There's a room

cold and lonely room
locking him away

he's a shade of blue painted over Grey

He asked himself if this was the way to go
bleeding is a dream all inside its own...

here the knife has kissed his burning skin
falling is not sleep, death was there to win

so secretly he became insane ...

"simple little freak life was never sane"

...

spinning around and then upside down
drinking to live but life was never found

...

Shhh...There's a room

cold and lonely room
locking him away

Saturday, December 15, 2007 Sometimes

Sometimes i forget im here
stuck in this so called life
i cry to forget it all
but like yesterday
still and blue
i look up at the sky
and only see you
alone and cold
like the moon
Soflty shining it was out of the dark

yeah ...I just got bored
so how is the world today
...me confused and ...i dont know
just feel out of place ....

well bye

Friday, August 03, 2007 Not A Suicide Note

Not A Suicide Note
By Jimmy Lopez

What do we do when it's all said and done
do we runaway or stay to only find out we're unimportant
The week is over and all I can feel is falling apart
Trust...Love...Friendship
It all seems unreal
To fall asleep and awaken in the arms or sorrow
whats the point in waking up right?
If I forget how to smile
I can look back into the past
Whos to help a person like me
Who has the time to mend somthing this broken?
You think all you have to do is listen
...Tell It lies...
...Say what it wants to hear...
Right?
okay ..One = Himself
Me alone like always
we all fuck up some more then others
but we all know our fuck ups
Here Listen to this
Drugs = Happiness
Cuts = Stressless
Death = Peace
When scars remind us that you know nothing but saddness
makes it seem like pain is our Best Friend
I guess what i'm saying is that
whos "real" anymore
Real Friend, Person, Whatever
All my life I've been stuck with people who dont give a damb about me
and I'm done being used
sometimes I dont want "friends"
cuz I dont like being left Behind
but maybe they dont leave me behind maybe I just can't keep up
but then again maybe they dont want me to
maybe the only reason they move or go so fast is because they got sick of me
To tell you the truth sometimes i think this is all just bad dream
but why am i still waiting for the day i wake up
Have you ever thought that maybe when we "Die" or "Pass Away"
we're not dead we just woke up from a Nightmare
I Want To Wake Up From Mine
The Perfect Nobody
Jimmy

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

- Paint me dead part 1
all poems by Jimmy Lopez

He Peeks Through the darkness
to make me Bleed with his eyes
His hands can't touch me
But I still Scream
His face frozen still breaths behind my neck
and he paints me dead with his soul

Still There
Life a Childs innocence
I'm afriad of the thought of you...
to leave me when i need you
thats never somthing new
A Story Of Me...
In Hope for a happy ending
taken over by my solitude
why not keep pretending
...you still there...