Difficult Youth

These are the years to have fun and explore

But in doing so I get ignored

This love is like being stuck between two cross paths

Staring down both lanes hoping one will not lead us to a blood bath

I love you and because of that I became sour

Thinking we can be on the same page in this life chapter,

But only you have the power

It feels like a free fall down into the unknown

Maybe these feelings are something we outgrown

Like little kids loving their first toy

Then growing older and throwing their childhood into a plastic bag,

Because it no longer brings them joy

The answer lies deep within the mind

Everything we are and share is something we can no longer combined.

                                      The hidden vision

Love begins with the eyes

Those repeated looks

That follow into a fixation

As you look deeper in

It turns into more

You start to see everything

Not just their looks but who they are

The eyes capture the soul

It brings what your are seeing inside of you

It turns into feelings

Emotions we thought we never had

Peace to our mind and body

And a feeling of being whole

The city

Across the horizon

Beautiful skyscrapers share the empty space with the clouds

Below them are dark smoky streets filled with busy people

From buses, trains, taxis, walkers, and bikers

There is limited space

But we manage to get to our destination on time

The city is home to everyone

It can be expensive and full of luxury

For those who can afford it

But there can be a dark side

Its cold gum covered street is also where many lay their heads at night

No matter who you are living here

We all share the same setting

It is what makes our city New York City

The nighttime hero

The nighttime hero

Each night, when I climb into bed,

I grab my Pandy by his little arm

He waits for me to fall asleep

He promises to meet me where I am once I have drifted off

He does not breath, but he is real

Pandy knows about the night terrors,

As do all the other stuffed bears.

He gives me a promise every night,

To protect me from unexpected intruders

I don’t see it happen but I know it does

As I wake and I turn over

I know he has worked his nighttime magic

And I look forward to his visit every night

Denise Fernandez

9/22/13

Poem 2

If time had a place where would it go

Does it go anywhere once it has past

Is there such thing as perfect timing or bad timing

We pay for time

We work for time

We need to make time

Does time ever stop

Time rules the world

Time is of an essence

Time can be beautiful

Time is wise

Time is what you make it