Henry Martinez : Writing

Phoenix

Phoenix

A Poem by Henry Martinez


Even more lyrics for another song.
Torn Hands

Torn Hands

A Poem by Henry Martinez


Lyrics to a song I'm composing.
What is not mine

What is not mine

A Poem by Henry Martinez


an old one from last year.
Just one of those mornings...

Just one of those mornings...

A Poem by Henry Martinez


Trying to get back in the swing of things, it's been a while. I like writing about sillythings. :D
Broadway

Broadway

A Poem by Henry Martinez


Who's to say what's forward, backward whether we're reversing forward or advancing backwards. Who's to say, what's right, what's wrong. The ul..
On The Train

On The Train

A Poem by Henry Martinez


As the night commences, the sun makes its final stand. A beautiful manipulation of color; a pinkish orange, color of my mother's tomb. A foregro..
This Moonlit Night

This Moonlit Night

A Poem by Henry Martinez


The moon is almost full, we were almost there. The night was almost dark, we were almost there. We picked a bench to sit, the light illuminated..
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A Poem by Henry Martinez


All it takes is a look and a smile I feel like I melt inside a burst of firey passion, like a phoenix, I feel reborn. All it takes is your voi..
For Amy

For Amy

A Poem by Henry Martinez


White, that's the color of the canvas. Everybody is unaware, the brush they hold. Color your world, perspective is what counts. Add your red, ..
Streaks

Streaks

A Poem by Henry Martinez


Streaks of orange, perfectly laid on the dimming sky, brushing out at the ends, the magnificent paint brush that made this. Then I realize, &qu..

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