I was not born a
poet.
I was broken into
one.
Sandoval
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
His voice
commands
the room.
All eyes
were on
him.
I am that
room.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
perhaps,
when you're gone,
i'll paint my fingernails
blue,
and when you come
back and ask why
i'll say my hands
were missing
you
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
living with depression
is like living as a landlocked
pebble waiting for a sea
that might never come
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
*Tonight,
I don't see any stars
yet
I.* do. see. it.
in you.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
I wanted answers but all you did was kiss me.
I know that doesn't seem complex,
yet when the twin towers were hit the
conspiracies rose as the people fell.
Who was really in charge of all of this?
I believe that question belonged to both my
situation and the nation.
I thought to myself that you'll talk
and tell me about what was going on in
your mind and if you felt the same way.
But that was like hoping for a blind man to explain
the fear in the people's eyes as they
ran away from the city's blocks of smoke.
For a blind man wouldn't comment on what he couldn't see,
just how you couldn't see how much I cared about you
therefore you didn't comment
let alone compliment.
While they searched for bodies,
I searched for body language.
The aftermath of the towers falling resulted
with no air traffic for a week above the U.S.,
people reported that
the skies had never looked so blue.
I was told the same after the word
"us" had fallen.
I wanted answers but all you did was leave me
with conspiracies questioning if this end was planned.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC