I had a dream,
20 years had passed,
You and I had grown older.
Fate had taken a cruel twist on me,
I had to sail away,
Move to the city of Paris.
I wrote you letters,
You wrote them back,
But the ink was laced with tears.
I found a job selling newspapers,
My dream of writing crushed.
You went to work in hairdressing,
For not nearly enough pay.
I saved up each paycheck,
Worked to the bone each day.
I purchased you a plane ticket,
Flew you out to France.
We were happy once again,
Love knows no bounds.

They say there's no thing as true love,
Humans are also fondly known to lie,
I just can't believe it,
Not after knowing you.

I can't say it enough times,
I need something more to really let you know,
I yearn for you,
You are a necessity.

Even when times get dark,
We light each other up,
Even when they plant seeds of doubt,
We sprout even brighter than before.

We grow, we love,
We tire, we sleep,
We rest, we're restless.
I think, I think of you.

i want you to know—
you were the last dream my soul
ever dared to keep.

I’m no longer a kid.
I care what people think of me;
the way I act,
the way I look,
the clothes I wear.

I’m no longer a kid.
Back then, letters were only building blocks used for spelling,
Why do they now mark the corner of my work?
Why do they determine my academic future?

I’m no longer a kid.
My tears are no longer spilled over a grazed knee
For now they pour over anxious thoughts-
Will they ever stop falling?

I'm no longer a kid.
We were told to be bodies full of kindness,
because everyone deserves love.
Why are some people treated differently?

I’m no longer a kid.
The world has opened up it’s true self to me
and now I drown in it.

-thelosstpoetjournals

El velo de la noche cubre el cielo.
Adornos brillantes acompañan
a una dama solterona y hermosa.
Su reflejo acaricia las aguas del río.

El arrullo del viento amaina la mente.
Distrae al alma de rastreras penas.

Respiro profundo, con los ojos cerrados.
Lleno mis pulmones de tranquilidad.
De fortuna y de vida.

Inhalo con calma... y me levanto.
Abro los ojos.
Exhalo, y abro también mi camino,
paso tras paso.

No fue un error el querernos.
Ni lo que sucedió después.
Sólo me equivoqué de vida.

Debiste ser el mejor premio
en algún universo paralelo.

El Santo Grial de la belleza femenina.
Una bendición angelical.

Pero en esta vida me tocó perder.
Aunque no perderte.
Vives eterna en mi corazón.
...y por ratos, en mi mente.

Pecado fue
no volver a besar tu boca,
seductora y alegre
como el río cristalino.

Abandonar aquellas caricias
en tu piel de seda,
que desconocían de otras manos,
y otros placeres.

Pecado fue
alejarme de tu mirada.
Darte el adiós de la angustia,
cuando debí arrancar
sin cuidado tu ropa.

Y el olvido olvidó olvidarte.
El recuerdo vive intacto.
Los días traen noches eternas,
y la eternidad me trae
insomnios baratos.

I may be quiet, but that does not mean, I am not hurt
I may never be a social butterfly, but I can see everything—a keen observer, perhaps.

I may never react at times, if I chose to be quiet, it's just I got so tired to explain everything to these close-minded people.