I wanna bottle up the memories of you
Filter my blood of your poison
Detach your roots, the roots you sunk so deeply into my heart
Erase the taste of your hesitant lips from mine
**** the paradoxical sensation of your hands caressing my thighs
Forget the way your eyes light up when you look at me
Estinguish the flaming desires blazing inside me
Burry the letters you wrote me with your shaky hands
Burn the traces of you on every inch of my skin
I wanna bottle up the memories of you
Let them simmer for years
Just like fine wine
For you were my sweet addiction
I was hooked on every aspect of you.
Every dimension of your being
Ignited a fire in my *****
Made me go mad
Mad for the love we felt but never had
Sent me on endless journeys within the murrals of my overworked brain
Got me moaning, screaming
Rushed my adreline like a hurricane invading every pillar of my body
Dilated my pupils
Intensified the beats of my fragile heart
Clogged the flow of blood to my head
Forced my teeth into my lips, even yours
I wanna bottle up the memories of you
As the few thing that create this bittersweet sensation and trigger the smallest cells of my being--
Other than the trembling flame of your liveliness--
Are the taste of wine burning the insides of my mouth
while the substance slowly blurrs my tired eyes
The smell of a book whose pages await the touch of my fingers absorbing each of the letters
The hazy feeling of worn-out eyes at the end of a day free of frames
The cold temperature of ice cream warmed up by the heat of melted chocolate
The smoothness of the soul of a tea cup covering the frames of my glasses
The sound of the sweet combination of words and notes blasting through my earphones
And the bottled up memories of you
Left to simmer for years
Just like fine wine
Burning the insides of my mouth
Till my eyes get tired of looking for your face in a faceless crowd
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Take me back to the time
when the only concerns of mine
were cartoons and coloring pens.
When I was not stuck behind this fence,
trying to escape to a better place,
trying to avoid the problems I face.
Where the lights are darker;
the nights are longer;
and the sorrow is lighter.
Where the pain is fading,
and the scars are healing.
Where I can finally breathe, again.
Where I'm not at a dead end.
Where I can look in the mirror
and see beyond the bruised up picture.
Where there is no reflection,
no sight of agonizing perplexions,
no sight of a face that is painted black.
Borrowed but never given back,
this heart is not mine.
Those eyes are not mine.
I see the present but am stuck in the past.
I get drunk on the toxins racing just as fast
as the memories holding me back in chains.
I get high on the thoughts smoked up in my brain.
I struggle to stay alive outside of myself.
This body has become a prison by itself.
Living inside the walls of this cell
has made my vision too foggy,
my hands too ******
my will too sloppy,
my days too rocky,
my mind too cloudy;
to act sane,
to try and maintain,
the fake play staged for the fools
who will laugh and point fingers at you
as soon as you leave the room.
You are a freak show;
at you, money they throw;
betting how much more you'll last
until all things holding you together collapse,
until you become a forgotten story of the past.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
I look around searching for myself,
I look for a sign to know where I dwell.
I can see my hands, my nose, my feet.
I can smell, taste, hear, and feel.
I have emotions, loud and clear;
I have feelings of love and fear,
I am a soul in a stranger's body,
I am a prisoner of a world too haughty.
What is a house when it does not feel like home?
What is a family when your true self cannot be shown?
Why does finding someone who understands you seem so hard?
Why does trying to be yourself only makes you fall apart?
Who said life is all about pleasing others?
Who said life is all about being mothers?
Is faking how you feel really worth it?
Is practice enough to make you perfect?
Are those voices in my brain really there?
Are those people being honest and fair?
Am I the only one who feels alienated?
Am I the only one who feels castrated?
Tell me, am I skinny enough to fit the standards?
Tell me, am I smart enough to have manners?
Tell me now, do I have a pretty face?
Tell me now, do I deserve to be chased?
Does it look like I am chaste?
Does it look like I am straight?
Will I ever escape the system?
Will I ever not be a victim?
Can I, for once, close my eyes
Can I, for once, see a world free of lies?
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
Like a piece of wrinkly gold
Color blinding, shape so bold
Emerging from the brown earth
Like the sunrays on a day’s birth
Surface caresses the skin with its bumps
The road of life felt by the thumb
Up and down; perfect symmetry
Radiant shine fills the eyes, so glittery.
Peel away the shell of gold
Gems and stones slowly unfold
Brown as dirt; mighty treasures
Hazel heart full of pleasure
The tongue is lost; no maps, no measures
Melting surface in the cave of the mouth
Blissful substance drowning south
Dissolving into a heavenly taste
No plan in mind, unknown faith
Just one tale in utopian pace
Traveling down the narrow tube
Shape deformed; no circles, no cubes
A melting cure for dreadful blues
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
Let your lips play around with mine
Adrenaline explodes through your eyes
Heart starts racing
Skipping beats when it's you i'm facing
Not used to breaking free from my control
It sinks into my lungs where it unfolds
The sweetest pleasure of this new experience
Overwhelmed with the surreality of your existence
Yet it shelters itself in the warmth of your hands
Roaming around not knowing where to stand
Blushing red, rose shy
To let the world know that you're mine
But pink cheeks and intimidated emotions
Draw it deeper
And deeper
into the shadows of your motions
To cover up the intensity of their flow.
Thus ask your heart for it knows
The celebration that my body throws
Each time you come close
Each time my aura interwinds with yours
Each time my spirit senses the pulses of your soul
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
My palms are numb from holding on
To your hands that keep them warm
My fingers get stuck in yours
From carrying them for too long
My heart jumps up and down
It skips a beat but keeps beating on
Till my eyes get ahold of yours
Staring at me, drowning me in
Grasping the image of my reflection
Like i'm the definition of perfection
My cheeks will always be waiting to be sheltered
I'm ready to love you with all my senses
My body is a thousand feet above the ground
floating on air
And it does not care
I'm high on something that cannot be shared
When asked "why him, not someone else"
I don't have anything to say except
I love when your hands touch mine
I love the feelings they trigger inside
I love when you kiss my forehead
When you look at me and you almost forget
To breathe so you order yourself to look away
I love it when you get shy
When your lips say you wanna kiss me but instead;
You lower your head
Close my eyes and smile
I love when you hold me and look straight in my eyes
When i stuff my head in your chest
When i hear your heart that refuses to rest
I love when you kiss my hand
When you hug me so tight that i can't
Help but feel so tiny
With your hands wrapped around me
And my head under your neck
What i hate is
That i can't describe the things i love about you
Unless i wanna limit myself to a couple of pages to view
What i hate is
That from all the poems that i wrote
This must be the cheesiest
That's the best i've got
Let's give it another shot
I love when you say that you do
I love that i feel the same way too
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
They say pain demands to be felt
With the deepest part of your heart
With all your senses, the ones left
From a numb body that has been shot
With sharp arrows that slowly lead to your death
Torturing your spirit till you feel it escape from your chest
Running away from the suffering
Tearing up your skin, layer by layer
Leaving marks and signs everywhere
Stabbing your heart fearlessly along the way..
And suddenly blood rushes through your veins
You feel the adrenaline racing the cells of your brain
A thought freezes the tremendous pain
The thought of him reinforces the army that stands against you
The whole world stops to embrace it too
Finding the source of the bombs
That exploded all at once
It was not pain triggered by the absence of your loved one, no
Not the plague that infects your heart once in a while, no
Not the butterflies at war in your stomach when you see him, no
Something toxic and dark; above all
It is,indeed, his presence that tortures your soul
With words that rip you apart like a sword
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Lonely candle on my birthday cake
Gasping for attention, putting its life at stake
The lonely candle wants to dance and celebrate,
Wave its shimmery flame although it's shy
but my,
Nobody willing to bring it to life.
Sailing by itself on chocolate waves
Searching for the one thing its heart craves:
To be lit up by a generous hand
To be serenaded with warming chants
Willing to sacrifice its new-born life; to see a smile
On that well-rounded face of mine
Willing to give in to my lips,
Revealing scars left behind my teeth that bit
The silky surface while making a wish,
Stealing the candle's light with a single blow
It doesn't mourn to the loss of its glow
But melts of joy as it knows
That it was the center of the show
Put on every year to ease my blues
Hoping that some of the wishes made upon its death
Will give life to the chance of them coming true
Lonely candle in the darkness
Know that I honor and thank your kindness
For you've given me enlightenment on this day
That was supposed to be filled with happiness, not pain
Bursting with sun rays, not rain
But instead, i'm devastated to say
Today was the worst of all birthdays
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Feel the darkness beneath your skin
Your beating heart stealing the thread of light that is too thin
Too thin, too weak to make it in
That its existence blooms with the sparkles in your eyes;
Rarely to brighten up these two starless skies
As rarely as the sun warms up the winter lands
Or the rain waters the dried-out summer plants.
It's not long before those sparkles fly out
When you look up to the heavens,
Hugging the fortunate souls with your cloudy skies
Your mind wants to scream, wants to shout it out
Let the world know that the trembling in your galaxy
The lonely black stones in your eyes
The unheard pain buried deep in the sea
In a little abandoned box that nobody chooses to see
Isn't an exaggeration of a misled fantasy
Not a trauma caused by the toughness of your daily life
Not a scar from a sharp knife
But a sign of insecurity
Towards yourself, your beauty
Your size, your weight, your height, your color, your religion
Your fears, your weakness, your beliefs, your addiction
Now paralyzed, can't take a decision
You don't want to fail
Don't want to regret
Don't want to loose the sparkles that you have left
Don't want to feel lonely in the darkness
Don't want to be left alone with your thoughts
Don't want them to make you believe another beautiful lie
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
These days seem so empty
Feels like sorrow has gotten to me
Sadness, emptiness..set me free
Layers of rocks stacked over my lungs
Air struggles to get
In
And
Out
Like a thief breaking into a random house
Secretly, silently sneaking
In
And
out
Comes in empty-handed
Leaves charged with guilt, can't stand it
It being the though of having disturbed
The strange soul living inside of me
That feels imprisoned in its own body
Knees tremble, nothing worth fighting for
Giving up on bones, falling straight down to the floor
Tired of carrying all this hope
Cause it's time to let go
Of everything that ties us up and drags us down
Powerlessness is a strong enough sign
That
Money doesn't grow on trees
Karma is really a ***** that can never be pleased
Starving empty stomachs live under the shadows of luxurious villas
Selfishness will soon **** us
Countries are suffering from terrorism
While we limit ourselves to caring about materialism
This isn't a fight to live, it's to survive
From the cruelness that has taken over and strived
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC