Para Ti

Yo solo tengo un corazon y es para ti.
Yo solo tengo un cuerpo y es para ti.
Yo solo tengo una mente y es para ti.
Yo solo tengo una alma y es para ti.

Este amor tan inmenso solo es para ti,
y estos versos que te escribo son para ti.
Estos dulces sentimientos son para ti,
y el dedicamiento este es para ti.

Yo te dedico este poema, pues es para ti,
porque yo siento que tu solo eres para mi.
Estas palabras tan hermosas son para ti.
Este amor que yo siento es solo para ti.

Proud of Being Me

I am myself, no one else.
I am proud of who I am,
who I love,
what I love,
what I believe in,
and what I stand for.

I am who I am
because I was born
being who I am.
The Goddess and The God
made me this way.
I love myself just the way I am.

I wear black because it's me,
not because I'm a satanist supposedly.
I listen to metal because it's me,
not because I'm being rebellious supposedly.
I believe in LGBT rights because it's in me,
not because I'm following a trend supposedly.
I believe in women and children's rights cuz it's me,
not just because I'm a liberal, really.
I am a wiccan because it's me
because The Goddess lives within me.
I am hispanic because it's me,
and that's the way life wanted me to be.
I am a woman- it suits me well-
it was totally my destiny!
I'm a young mother because it's me
and it's the gift life gave me.

I love the way I am.
I love what I came to be.
I love the person I am.
I'm proud of being me.

How could I love someone else
if I couldn't love myself?
I love who I am.
I care not what haters think.
They can talk shit all they want,
for they don't love who they are.
They're ashamed of themselves.
I'll keep my head up high
and stay true to myself
and the ones I love.
I love being me.
I'm proud of being me!

Scared, Hurt and Alone

Here I am
scared, hurt, and alone.
Here I stand
confused in agony
lost in my deepest fears
crying a stream of tears.

Here I lay
scared, hurt, and alone.
Faraway
from the place I call my home
looking for a way
that leads me back to you.

I'm scared,
I'm scared of life.
I'm hurt by what
it has done to me.
I'm alone here without you.
I'm scared, hurt, and alone.

Alejandro's Poem by Rotting Korpse

Emotions plague the poor boy's heart.
He knows not what to do about them.
Tears are welling in his eyes,
oh sweetheart don't you cry!

The quill is your most trusted friend,
let her pour your heart out for you.
Dip her in the blackest ink
write what plagues your mi-ind-

Write me a simple poem
that will strike me in the heart.
Write out what you're feeling
write what bothers your wretched soul-

Write me a lovely poem
write it with the darkest words.
Dig deep into your heart
find what troubles you the most.

Love's a gorgeous feeling,
love can sweep you off your feet.
Love's a dreadful ailment
it can fuck with your heart.

Sing those lovely words
you have written with your heart.
Sing them, sing them loud
so that I may hear them-

Write me a simple poem
that will strike me in the heart.
Write out what you're feeling
write what bothers your wretched soul-

Write me a lovely poem
write it with the darkest words.
Dig deep into your heart
find what troubles you the most.

I Wish

I wish I had wings so I could fly,
so I could fly to tell you
 how much I love you,
so I could fly to tell you
how much I need you.
I want to fly and land safely
in your arms where I belong.

I wish I could fly to where you are.
You live thousands of miles away
somewhere afar...
A cruel ocean separates us Dear Love.
If only I had wings, I'd fly to you.
But I am not a bird, nor an angel,
I am just a human.

I wish to be right next to you,
even for just a precious minute.
One day may be all I need
for my heart to be content.
We may be faraway from eachother,
but like you said... "It was destiny that we've met."

(This poem is dedicated to someone very special)

Minun Enkeli (My Angel)

(English transaltion at the bottom)

Sinä olet minun enkeli
taivaasta lähetetty minulle.
Kasvosi ilahdutta silmiäni,
käsivartesi suojella minua haittaa,
sinun siivet suojaavat minua pahaa.
Rakkautesi saa minut kokonaan.
Rakastan sinua todella paljon
kauneimissa enkeli. <3

You are my angel
sent from heaven to me.
Your face delights my eyes,
your arms protect me from harm,
your wings shield me from evil.
Your love makes me whole.
I love you very much
my sweetest angel. <3

I Think of You By Rotting Korpse

When I think of you
I feel complete sweetness
in my heart, even though
we have just met.

I think of you
day and night
it keeps me from sleeping,
it keeps me day-dreaming.

I don't know if I love you yet,
but, at least I know I'm fond of you.
I hope you feel the same way for me
as I do for you.

When I think of you,
I feel like I have a prince
that lives faraway.
Yet you're close to my heart.

En Esta Noche Tan Oscura by Rotting Korpse

Tus ojos brillan en la noche mas oscura,

tus labios saben mejor que la miel mas pura.

Tus manos estan suaves como un petalo de una rosa.

Tu amor para mi es la cosa mas preciosa

Tu cuerpo trae calor a mi cadaver frio.

Tus lagrimas son el mejor sacrificio

para revivir mi cuerpo sin vida.

Con tu amor, mi herida la dejaste curada.

En esta bella noche mas oscura,

tu amor deja la noche alumbrada.

Con tu luz tan bella

nos sirve como guia

en esta noche tan oscura.

Fake By Rotting Korpse

You were beautiful
inside and out.
Your light shined
and glowed ever so brightly.
You were warm,
sweeter than honey.
Pleasant to be around,
friendly and innocent.

Your angelic ways captivated me
and you stole my heart
unintentionally.
Without wanting to,
I fell in love with you.
I didn't know why,
but my heart was drawn to you.
I really wanted you.

Suddenly,
all of that changed.
The angel I fell for died
and was reborn a demon.
You traded in your soul
for something fake.
You gave yourself away
for someone who won't care
as much about you as I will.
Just to be fake.

I loved you
and cared about you,
but you lost it.
At first I wanted to kiss you,
and now I want to punch you.
I longed to make love to you,
and now I'm disgusted by you,
and I almost fucking hate you
you fake motherfucker.
I'll rip you out of my heart forever.

Ode To The Celtic Boy By Rotting Korpse

I walk through the grasslands and what do I see
a boy playing his lute walks towards me
with emerald green eyes,
and short curly hair,
he sings me a song concerning his despair.

Under Brighid's favor
he's so fair of face,
his lips I want to savor
as well as his warm embrace.