To be where you are,
Drifting in the undertow
Submerged under the stars.
Caught in every current
Without breath, you still live.
From the nearest shore
To the depths of the ocean's floor,
I yearn to be where you are.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
Closer than any star
And yet, still distant.
A growing void
Between galaxies.
The boundaries of space.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 9:52 PM UTC
A withered rose
With fallen petals
Waiting to be seen.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC
Carefully crafted you are.
A lens of life shaped by experience.
A bridge of wisdom for all to see.
A temple of joy with sensitive curves.
A frame molded with love.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 12:42 AM UTC
A warm embrace that feels like home,
not of mine but yours.
A southern fragrance sweeter
than any fruit dipped in Amano Dos Rios,
with a cinnamon spiced smile
emanating from your gentleness.
An Ibarra flavor that melts one's heart.
The warmth of two homes,
not of mine but yours.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
This is a letter for my family and friends.
In the event that I'm not here
when you stand at the end.
To my mother, if you were still here,
it would've been your virtue I had to defend.
I would never let another man
hurt you or desert you, you were papa's little gem.
And yeah, it's true, I'm holding onto your words
hoping they would start guiding me through.
To my brother,
you were once my laughter and smile.
Thinking back, through all the brokenness
no wonder it was hard to reconcile.
All that I ask is that,
don't ever fall to the confusion I fell to.
I love you with everything I am,
and it's true when I tell you that I failed you.
Growing up, all you wanted was love.
I treated you like an enemy
because you wasn't a blood.
You did things for me
that never these fake homies
would've done for me.
I'd still die for you right now,
you'd never have to run from me.
Misery loves company, rightfully said.
That's why when I'm frightened at night
from the voices inside my head,
I get my blanket and hit the floor
on the side of your bed.
Just to feel safe for a moment,
from the cries of the dead.
Through all the paranoia and strife,
having you around is one of the reasons I'm enduring my life.
Everyday I'm trying to be the role model you need,
but it's hard, because I have yet to learn how to achieve.
And I'm trying to teach you
much more than how you should grieve.
If I make it into heaven then you'll learn how to believe,
I once was blind and now I'm beginning to see,
hoping you're standing at the end next to me.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
I'm reminiscing as I'm jotting this poem
on a tear-soaked sheet of paper.
Because I knew that I'd cry for you, but not for this long.
I realized you were all that I got, but you're gone.
**** life is short,
it's like the best half of me is dead
and the other half is waiting on life support.
It would rain while I look for summer days
when we use to play, before the pain
when they took you from us.
I feel like I've been stained
and it looks humongous.
We were casted to the flames Lord,
can't you numb us?
I'm looking at my innocence through a telescope
back in time to that little infant in the medical,
wishing that he never knows the pain that awaits him.
Tell Khaleed that you love him,
and play with little Jason.
Because there's going to be a day when
both of them will disappear.
And you will see how cold it really gets in here.
And there ain't no tattoos, or
tipping beers or dripping tears
that'll bring the rellies back.
They're gone forever and yeah,
this is real.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC
Every hug started with tears
when saying our goodbyes.
Remembering how the light of life
reflected off your eyes.
What was once gained is now gone.
Acceptance and fear fell upon your face
as silent words, lost in every pause
started to set the pace.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
The rhythm of each glance
dances to a different song.
Swaying against the beat
your presence is ever fleeting.
Heavy is the air when our eyes
dance the same song.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC