Go or be taken
By the current of life
Punctuate monotony
Or it corrupts and wounds you
Sleep no more little one,
You already know who you are
Were
Will be
Forever or
It’s the same
Something and nothing
White and black
And the dance you do
When nobody’s watching
Has an audience
Stars applaud you
And even the sun smiles
But solitude is not the answer
Because you’re never alone
Enough with the illusion
Your time has come
Don’t turn off the alarm
Or your light will wither
Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 1:01 PM UTC
Vas o te lleva
La corriente de la vida
Interrumpes lo mundano
O te corrumpe y hace daño
Ya no duermas chiquitita
Que ya sabes quién tú eres
Eras
Seras
Para siempre o
Es lo mismo
Algo y nada
Blanco y *****
Y el baile que tú haces
Cuando nadie esta mirando
Tiene audiencia
Estrellas te aplaudian
Y hasta el sol te sonrie
Pero aislación no es la respuesta
Porque nunca estas sola
Basta con la ilusión
Tu tiempo ya llego
No apagues la alarma
O se apagará tu luz
Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 1:00 PM UTC
belongs to us
as the two worlds collide
it's cheaper to be lazy
but for your soul
we forgot we could go out to lunch
but not too much
Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
what is the blurry
between the joy and the blues,
we are daffodils flying in the wind
one moment
butterflies falling in the rain
another?
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
i think every night
tomorrow i'll be real
and stop acting like a fool.
i'll be my serious self,
leave the sugar at the door.
yet with the sun comes
the amnesia
"who am i?"
those three precious seconds,
then
"oh no"
i remember.
i dread the day.
the brushing of teeth
drinking of water
checking of phone
eating of pasta i will never finish
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
i miss him so much.
his soul, his presence,
the way he smiles.
his hands, his eyes,
the way he holds me.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
i look around and have seen this all before,
we tell ourselves we discovered something new,
but we have lived this all before.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
i may have the world at my fingertips
but you hold me in the palm of your hand
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
we all have faith in stop signs,
with their red skin
glaring out of the monotony.
knowing,
hoping,
willing the car to stop
at the command of the silent
octagon.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
i tilt the glass so
the water creeps to the edge
of the glass rim
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC