PoemMaybe you should let the ocean drink it’s water
Maybe you should stop pleading them to stay
Maybe you should unstitch your heart, it will heal anyway
Maybe you should let you voided soul live in the present
Maybe the future isn’t what your eyes has envisioned
Maybe it’s just a wake up call that not all flowers sprout
Just maybe you don’t exist in their mission nor vision
Maybe you not what they thought of.
Maybe you should let the ocean surf it’s waves
Maybe your heart is a dry land
Or maybe it’s an empty ocean and you can’t see that
Maybe you should stop forcing them to sail your ocean
Maybe you should wait instead of trying
Maybe the only thing that was made for you it’s you
Maybe your heart swallowed more than it’s size
Maybe self isolation is what you should cage
Just maybe you should wait till they find you
Maybe butterflies you always felt flying in your belly are fairies
Maybe they are just dead fishes floating in your ocean
Maybe rainy days are hiding from you because your dry ocean is impatient
Maybe sunny days are just memories you hate
Or maybe you've been searching under the wrong season
Maybe you shouldn’t be searching
Maybe what comes and leave never found what they need in you
Maybe what you dug in them is buried in you
You swallowed the whole titanic and never found what you need
Just you, maybe is what you should seek
Maybe what you need is you
Maybe you should stop painting their caves and paint your own
Maybe you should stop burning their cold caves
Maybe your fire burns the guilt that sleeps in their caves
Or maybe your too hot for them
Maybe your flames aren’t what they can wear around other’s
Maybe your sparks aren’t the present you hold for them
Just maybe your warmth is so comfortable that they wish to stay yet afraid
Maybe they are afraid you'd see how cold they need your warmth
Maybe you should look deep in your cave
Maybe you should burn your own
Maybe, just maybe or maybe what you need is you
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
Its funny how
My face looks like
A dance floor
And my lips dance
In smiles
When they see your face.
As if you knew
How to sing the truth.
I wish you could
See what your Brocken
Harmony did to my
Only heart that sings better than
The mockingbird.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Inside my heart lives an angelic devil
She has possessed me with her charming demons.
Every last word I utter is shadowed by a heart shaped smoke
And every time I feel weak she lift me up with her broken wings.
She full fill my incomplete dreams
Like tyra does to her next top models.
When she walks on the idle with he penicured devil nails
I am afraid not to expose the scars she planted with her sharp nails on my garden.
She is my volcano, when I see her I can taste the lava from the layer of my stomach
And feel the heat through my throat.
As my heart impatiently wait for the lava to evaporate
She would melt it down with her icy lips and snowy breath
As if she knew the temperature my body couldn't withstand.
When she smiles my heart earthquakes
And my soul floats inside the hole of Satan.
I wonder how she does it, stretching her wings with missing furthers
And fly like an hungry owl.
She's an angel with horns
Horns where all her strength lies on.
She's an angel with a long tale
A tale that measures the existence of our love.
This devil is an angel.
This angel is devil.
It breaks my heart and quickly mends it.
It marks my garden with its nails and gives me the reason to leave but I fail to
For those marks are a the lines she trace in search of me.
She drew a map on my garden! This angelic devil is smart!
Inside my heart lives an angelic devil
Burning every vein that keeps my heart awake
Man this heart burn feels so phenomenal.
She is fire, she burns our bond with no smoke.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
The world was angry
At my mother's rasty womb.
I was born an it got worse.
My brother was born
And it felt cursed,
But my mother...she was blessed.
My conspiracy was enslaved
By the pain that sleeps
On my mother's hands.
So heavy that she only smiles tears
When the news broadcast
Another dead albino.
We walked the streets
With fear moon walking upon
Our hearts an their eyes swimming in flames.
Mother why are they looking at us...
You are a sunflower my child.
But in the wrong garden, my brother asked.
Your beauty burns more than flames you can imagen,
You crack the earth with your chicken feet,
You make blind walls to see.
She said with her eyes above the ocean
And her bruised heart
That glued its mouth like racism was finally laid to bed.
My death was the only demon
That made my brother look for a corner
Where his knees will kiss his chest
Forgetting how round this world is.
They killed us like they were singing a national anthem.
The only corner that still lives
Is not at home nor at schools
Nor at the police office nor at hospitals
But his grave.
I promise my brother that he will live.
I promise my mother that's she will sing.
I promise them...peace.
When I reach the heavens gate, my mothers rasty womb will shine
For God will bone it with a smile
Every corner shouts albinism
In bold letters painted on boards
And papers like we all share a name.
My name is not albino...
My name is Virginia,
My brother is Alex
And this...this is our home.
Our four fathers an mothers
Where throne with dust.
How dare you hounor them with blood.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
SHE WAS INVITED HOME
Every tear stole her smile
Sadly sigh after saying grace
Her lips sealed with fear
Her eyes blurred by death
And her strength drowned inside an Amen.
It’s cold to believe that she’s gone
When all we hoped for was for her to return an burn our frozen paws.
The oxygen refused to escape her mouth for it was willing
But the engine of her heart lost all its faith
And the line of equator separated her life to death.
Mourns the sun
Inviting grey clouds to silence wounded hearts
Stroke heavy lightning
Pleading freedom for hidden drops of water
From the river of eyes… they leniently flow.
Driven down to the foundation of her new home,
Her daughter’s angelic voice arose heavier than her pain.
Beautiful flowers painted her home.
Heavy soil escaped the space between my fingers.
Ha ha mazing grace, how sweet that sounds?
Sang the happy gravy,
To poke the void inside a heart
That now breath without its roots.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
MY FRIEND
I hate to hear the word gone
When all I feel is your presence when am alone.
I hate to hear the word too soon
When all I can't wait is to see you soon.
I hate it when the sun rise
for it reminds me of the sun burn we both have
When the sun moves I look at my shadow
Hoping to see yours too.
When the sun set I hide behind board games
Trying to find the mystery you feared from jumanji.
Now that I'm trapped in the woods
I sit and wonder if nature is what you feared.
I still wonder,
If you were here would you still be my friend
And concur the world with me,
Would you really stand by me.
I'm sorry to be selfish
But if my shadow can evade me
Who am I to fool my self and trust you
When you gave your life to the teeth less land.
If heaven had a door
I would just knock at the door
And fly like the king of birds
For I'm not that strong to hold goodbyes with my lenient shoulders.
When you died
I lost my left wing and tried to slice my other wing
And join you on your heavens trip
But mommy told me suicide isn't a solution to heal but to hurt those who have healed.
I am sorry but I tried
And I know your not sorry because you did it.
I wish the world impregnated you with another chance
So I can pause the sand watch
And we both watch the last leave
Slowly floating in the silent wind.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC