My Honest Poem by Rudy Francisco

I was born on July 27th.

I hear that makes me a Leo.

I have no idea what that actually means.

Iʼm 5ʼ6”.

I weigh 145 lbs.

I donʼt know how to swim,

and Iʼm a sucker for a girl with a nice smile and clean sneakers

Iʼm still learning how to whisper.

Iʼm often loud in places where I should be quiet.

Iʼm often quiet in places where I should be loud.

I was born feet first and Iʼve been backwards ever since.

I like ginger ale…

a lot.

I’ve been told that I give really bad hugs.

People say it feels like Iʼm trying to escape;

itʼs probably because I am.

Secretly I get really nervous every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe.

I have an odd fascination with things like sand castles and ice sculptures.

I assume itʼs because I usually find myself dedicating time to things that will only last a few moments.

I guess thatʼs why I fall in love with women who will never love me back,

and I know that sounds crazy but itʼs easier than it seems.

And to be honest I think itʼs safer that way.

You see, relationships often remind that Iʼm not afraid of heights or falling,

but I am scared to death of everything thatʼs going to happen the very moment

that my body hits the ground.

Iʼm clumsy.

Yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem,

landed on my pride,

and it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face.

Now I canʼt even tell whoʼs trying to give me a compliment.

Iʼve never been in the military,

but I have this purple heart;

I got it from beating myself up over things I canʼt fix.

I know this sounds weird,

but I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when iʼm not around.

I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things iʼve done

behind their back.

I have a hamper thatʼs overflowing with really, really loud mistakes,

and a graveyard in my closet.

Iʼm afraid if I let you see my skeletons,

youʼd grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.

Hi, my name is Rudy.

I enjoy frozen yogurt, people watching, and laughing for absolutely no reason at all,

but I donʼt allow myself to cry as often as I need to.

I have solar power confidence,

and a battery operated smile.

My hobbies include:

editing my life story,

hiding behind metaphors,

and trying to convince my shadow that Iʼm someone worth following.

You see, I donʼt know much but I do know this:

I know that heaven is full of music,

and I know that God,

He listens to my heartbeat on his iPod.

It reminds him…

that we still got work to do



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