Mark Mendoza : Writing

In our absence.

In our absence.

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


There is a lot being said, in our absence. Mine and yours, screaming in pain. Makes me question" what's a heart for?".We'd write letters back and fort..
J'aime ce sentiment

J'aime ce sentiment

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


J'aime ce sentiment I love that feeling I get when my head is inches from the keys I love that feeling I get when my feet dance along with my kn..
Love On The Water

Love On The Water

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


Spring brings joy and laughter The trees swing and dance with character The leaves fall one by one The people shout and cheer Happiness is ne..
Satan's Pipe

Satan's Pipe

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


There he waits While my organs ache There he sits The glass he slowly sips Crimson drink in hand Screaming cursed demands He takes his..
Grey Sun

Grey Sun

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


Lost in the deserts of existence As my skin burns like the plant life in the distance A mirage Swimming in the waves of the vast ocean With ..
I certainly miss you, Im sure of that

I certainly miss you, Im sure of that

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


As i shut my eyes tighter to create a certain clarity They begin to break and stray Heart pounds like a hammer to a nail in thin air My face is wa..
In The Basement

In The Basement

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


I'm conscious of the trees above Im simply in a basement I know stars When i gazed Shimmer I'm simply in a basement The massive golden sphere..
A Tune For The Soul

A Tune For The Soul

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


Your silk like melodies and French lyrics Seep into the canvas of eccentric energy and love. Your foreign, earth shattering ,formulation of pitch a..
This Dinosaurs Dead

This Dinosaurs Dead

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


His Agony desperately sets out to mend Two heart's that won't contend He sees heinous She pleads no Love is painted Like grass in snow As t..
A Stamp Of What Seems To Be Love

A Stamp Of What Seems To Be Love

A Poem by Mark Mendoza


A Fiery being wraps its tentacles across his frail, tempertureless neck. The oxygen he once knew seizes Perspective as he knew it rearranged to an ..

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