Latiaaa

Latiaaa 2d

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Deep down in the submarine depths of an abyss
Lies the burrows of your deepest desires.
Wanting togetherness but in the context of Siamese twins.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too.
Those mummified remains still haunt you in your sleep—
Obsessing over putrefied bottom fat
and Nile rivers pouring in and out.
You fornicated with women—
Felt like you bombed the village or did it just feel bomb?
Breaking sweats as if you’re a labored worker…
Save it.
Eventually you gotta meet your maker and confess.
Idealizations and fantasies can only operate off inner truth and cravings.
Only the strong willed can survive.
Everything you preach is a myth—
“ever heard of the Loc-ness monster? Boogeyman?”
Yea like those myths…
You’re a cracked out delusion of what you want to be,
Look within and speak the real you.

Latiaaa 3d

18 Depressed Moons

You used to want to hold me in your arms,
Now the games give you solace.
You’d tell me your every thought,
Now we sit in stillness.
I want to be there.
Your episodes are new seasons to me.
I share my body in ache for your showcase and closeness.
Once you’re done with me you’re back on your solitude.
I used to be your light,
But I’ve dimmed the ‘shine’ with my selfishness.
My job is to be there,
But my presence feels so obsolete,
Disconnected.
I must be patient with you.
Kiss me through the phone,
I want to replenish your heart.
Nurture you from the ground up,
Water you with my affirmations.

I hope my eyes still give you a kaleidoscopic dream.

Wish things were the way they used to be.
Now I barely see you and you’re right in my face.
It’s like I’m frustrated
But can’t be.
I need to be there.
Waking up every morning
Hoping for a full moon.

I feel like I’m losing you,
Slipping through my fingers.
Less than,
Out of control.
Like there’s no sense of time.

Latiaaa Apr 4

Conscious meets Subconscious

I overgave, my cup was so full I let it overflow and spill into a tsunami of tears and blood.
I washed every crevice of my body to make myself pure.
I tore myself apart at times to fit into the piece.
Can you say I lost myself?
Fell into this spiral of false identity. I spun myself ragged till I couldn’t breathe—
till my heart exploded.
I realize my own superpower, that everything I touch grows, but also changes.
I’m free yet I feel the metaphorical shackles weighing my thoughts down,
evil thoughts try to make a way in my body, telling me what I’ll miss in the absence.
I try to steer myself away from that.
You’re so far gone I don’t even recognize you, you’re not the person I fell in love with.
I see a mirror but I also see a door,
a door to another life.
To try again, but better and with the new added tools.
I have re-wired my brain back to my own truth. Forget what they’ve said, take only the good parts and scram with the negative.
Don’t feel used, feel accomplished.
Work here is done. I’m preparing myself for my future life.
Let it go, babe.
You have to release the grip, let it go…
there’s something waiting for you,
they’re waiting for you to heal,
to keep going, they’ll be there,
just focus on you.

Latiaaa Mar 26

You’re my Little Songbird

Hello birdie,
You flown on my shoulder and sung me a melody.
A melody that couldn’t be replicated
A melody that was meant for me.
I’ve been hooked to the tune ever since…
My sweet birdie
You’re so free.
I fear you’ll soar so far
You won’t come back home.

I see you’re a special one
Your melody is different.
It sends fireworks through my veins—
Rushing to my vitals—
Pumping and generating pure love.

How selfish of I to have something so beautiful.
I wait on you by the window,
But you’ve slowly stopped coming.
I don’t look for any other symphony but yours.
But I guess I’ve stopped listening to your song…

I’ve shut my window and closed my ears.
Tuned myself into other noise.
You’ve flown so far from me I can no longer hear you.
That is my fault…
Have I taken advantage of your specialness?
I fear you’ll sing that same melody elsewhere.

God, my sweet songbird
What have I done?…
So gentle
So serene.
I fear you’ve already sung that special tune to someone else.
Open my window and stick my head out,
I put my ear against the wind
And waited.
Waiting…
Is it too late?

You’ve grown tired of singing to me
But I won’t stop.
I’ll stand by my window and wait.
Wait till I hear your nectarous symphony again.
I won’t stop
Till I feel you on my shoulder once again,
Home at last…

Latiaaa Mar 14

Samurai

I stood in the midst and took my oath
Swore on my life I’d fight till my knees buckled.

Murdered those close to me in sacrifice.
Slained the ones that came close to you.
Battled till I saw the sun,

Weep and mourned till the moon appeared.
Taking wounds after wounds,
I rose and slained.
Tread the rocky alps and strong tides.

For what I thought was defending my own,
Turned into a betrayal of deadly sins.
I’ve thrown up the flag of ivory
with the promise of relinquishing my fight.

Latiaaa Jan 29

*****

I’m made out of *****.
That’s all I’m good for.
As I age
I see the meticulous
effectiveness
influence
capability &
endowment it has on mankind.
The curse
affliction &
diabolical use man wants it for.
She flaunts it like a Olympic champ
he yearns it like a corner fiend.
I’m nothing but *****.
Scared like one.
Beaten like one.
”It’s so wet”
like the tears sitting on my cheeks
”It’s so warm”
like my inferno heart.
***** desperate for attention
but only made for mankind assumption.

Latiaaa Jan 29

Silly Little Nymph…

The rain washes the ick from the world. Cleansing me.
Healing me internally.
Who would have thought that rain can rinse away
the illness of the corrupted mind.
Who knew such organic smells could transform
your outer being.
You’re a plant in mother nature’s womb.
Kissed by lilacs and nurtured with the
sap of a Thousand Oaks.
Let the rain purify the marred heart
and guide those lossless souls back to
the innocent land.
Like a fairy, travel back to the
motherland of abundance and
self love.