Echoes

Echoes

A Poem by Mr. Lopez

While wandering through the corridors

Of my minds museum

I never thought that I would find her there

On display

Along side the blurry paintings for

All to see them

Intoxication now has had its way

The sad silence is broken

By my calls

Her name now echoes through

My memories halls

Wandering misunderstood

Defiled and defamed

Alone again…….

But we are both to blame

If given a chance

I might paint again

This time with God

As my closest friend

 

© 2008 Mr. Lopez


Author's Note

Mr. Lopez
F#&^%@!! drugs and alcohol will ruin lives !!

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I agree with your notes, and your poem! now i realize what you mean by your comment on my poem "The Goblet" :)

don't worry, i don't, won't do alcohol and drugs... i don't even smoke. :)

yes to God, not to drugs.
I've seen so many people ruined by these elements.

nice insight,
love this poem! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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If given a chance

I might paint again

This time with God

As my closest friend


Sounds like the right plan to me~ God will always lead you on the right path~

and you're so right ~Drugs destroy and ruin lives ~ very well expressed and well written

Fran Marie

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Drugs and alcohol misconstrue her face, her soul. She probably hurts more than anyone can fathom. Your words here touch me because though this poem is not about me, I am where she is. So sad that an artist can't pull her off the painting, paint her as he will (as he sees fit) and all is well again. This is not the artists' job, just a fantasy. To go back into relapse, I now know, more painful and hard to beat than the times before. This poem is well worded, you always get into my head with every word that you share with the world. Thanks for sharing this!!!!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I agree with your notes, and your poem! now i realize what you mean by your comment on my poem "The Goblet" :)

don't worry, i don't, won't do alcohol and drugs... i don't even smoke. :)

yes to God, not to drugs.
I've seen so many people ruined by these elements.

nice insight,
love this poem! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful I love it like i said all you work speaks to me

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Using them to escape your problems only make it about ten times worse.
You can't escape your mind.
And I'm sure that you know.
This is such a painful thing.
You forget and then it all slaps you back in the face.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Indeed, drugs and alcohol do. I've seen it too many times to argue otherwise.

This image of your mind compartmentalizing everything, including the subject, into a museum is stunning. It feels lonely, like a museum does.

Beautiful job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

"If given a chance
I might paint again
This time with God
As my closest friend"


there's nothing else to say to this...

amen.


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

i love it!! once again you amaze me with your beautiful words and your unending talent!!
i love the way you use the museum setting! good job and thanking you for sharing!!

Drugs really do ruin peoples lives, i know from experience but i came out of it on top unlike so many of my friends!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow now that is a real solution. Good write and important message. Thank you my friend.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

i think it's cool how you can open up to people and just write how you feel...
drugs DO mess up most people...it definitely messed up my friend..

nice job!

~may

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Mr. Lopez
Mr. Lopez

Chandler, AZ



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I was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..

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