December 29, 2011  ¤  Listed in : Ruben Cardenas - Stories

I wish I could tell you I had a wonderful childhood, but that would be a lie. The only wonderful thing about it was; how hard our single mother fought to provide for us five kids the best she could. Everyday growing up was a struggle and a battle for survival, and times were always hard. But through it all she never gave up.

At age seven my mother was taken away from us kids by the prison system, so I had to grow up fast. I was lost in a world of pure madness and I became an outcast, too shy to make friends, and I never found a place in school, all the work was too hard for me to learn and no one cared enough to teach me. I started to run the streets because I had nowhere else to turn. My first arrest came when I was only ten, a few more soon followed. I bounced around in the juvenile system from one place to another. No one seemed to notice me, the schools passed me from one grade

December 29, 2011  ¤  Listed in : Ruben Cardenas - Poetry

 

 

 

December 29, 2011  ¤  Listed in : Ruben Cardenas - Blog

Here you find me dropping you these few lines to put a smile across your face, and joy in your day. With the hope that as you read this letter, your within the best of health and spirit, and in the tender grace of The Creator.

If you would like to get to know me and establish a line of communication between us, you must first know this; I’m a very open and upfront person and I will want from you a degree of honesty and openness that may make you feel vulnerable or uncomfortable, yet its important that we can express ourselves without fear of judgment or rejection. I want you to keep it real with me and not hold back, because its okay to talk or ask about anything and I will

July 18, 2011  ¤  Listed in : Sherri Mullen - Poetry

Never met someone quite like you. My eyes follow everywhere you move. I love your smile, it puts stars in my eyes.

If things were different, I might have tried to get us “stuck like glue”. You and me boy, we’re stuck like glue.

But since lines are drawn, our sides are already picked. Your an addiction I’ll never get to kick.

Never get to hold you like a big teddy bear. Won’t be long till we never meet again.

1,000 kisses…remember, I’ll always be your