You cannot be sad, you cannot be bad, you cannot go far, you cannot subdue the pain

Can I like pink? The color of the flowers, of the irrational happiness of a child, can I like pink?

You can like blue, the color of the bruises from when your unremitting mind hits your body, you can like blue.

Let the little boy run, said the stranger. Let him go and don't fear the danger, the unseen, the unpredictable.
The mother fears, she fears herself without the child. She keeps lying to herself that when the moment will come she will feel free to do it, God will let her now when the moment is right.

The days are from yesterday not long enough to keep this unsettled mind straight. The minutes cannot embrace the impatience and still touch hands. The minutes are now so far apart that they cannot find themselves in hours. The day breaks.

I am playing with the minutes, with the hours, the little boy laughs.
- We have no time, carry on, we have no time, the mother said

The time, teared apart like the petals of a flower ripped by an insecure girl in her boyfriend's love, the time comes together again. The boy has stolen some minutes, so he can play with them later. Hold on to them and laugh whenever you remember your secret, said the stranger.

The day is shorter. Now. But some of us have the time to laugh.

I will hold on to my minutes and when nobody can see me I will wear pink.

*the author wants to remain anonymous

I am a glowing little body of softness. An opening.
A wide-awake place for you to dip your fingers into and feel
heat.

We are biting mango skins at the dinner table.
We are wiping fruit nectar dripping down our chins.
We are sticky hands and baby teeth
And we are learning what it means when our
Favorite things are mama's feet walking across the kitchen and
pools of sunlight spilling from the bedroom window.

I am sleepless and it is 4 AM and
it is all too humid except for the breeze clat- clat- clattering the blinds.

We are tightly knotted at the limbs.
Your breath smells like peppermint toothpaste and
'how was class today baby' is the thin strand
of home keeping me grounded.

I am looking at you brave, I am looking at you raw.
I am looking at the lines in my hands and feeling powerful.
River bed palms. Hair like seaweed; salty-eyed, calm.

We are sitting by the sliding balcony door of my apartment.
We are sitting on the bench watching seagulls.
Listen, I am thinking.
Don't forget this sound.

beauty! what a soothing tension
inside the nebula
crammed with vibrant darkness.
signified incessant, lurid
imaginary signifier chasing,
irrational  lightning,
unnamed gods dwelling.

there is suffering imprisoned
in the color of your flesh,
there's false emptiness
inside hurricane’s obsessions
such  frightened taste
in your lipstick

Yes, that is precisely where
beauty holds on to itself,
you just have to feel
its traces
in your tears,
in your fears
of being
so alive

an ethereal presence
felt long before ever being heard
energy flowing through space and time
resonant frequencies with dynamic effect

inducing within romantic chambers
a rhapsodic ocean of dance and song
a mountainous symphony of possibility
a delicate and gentle concerto of dreams

musical princess of harmonic evolution
melodic instrument for conscious healing
emanating perfect pitch whether sharp or flat
an athenaeum of inspiration and maternal lyricism

...oh, to remain in concert...

She's 16
and she thinks she knows what love is
She sees love in those soap operas
as the battle between the protagonist and antagonist
She sees love in the fights her parents had
And the kisses between her mother and a new father
She sees love in the words of
Ill stop loving you if you do that
And in the words
If you would love me you would do this for me
Well, this is how God showed me love
2000 thousand years ago.
I crucified him
Denied him
And cursed him
But today he gives me a second chance to keep on
Fighting for him
Love is forgiveness
Patience and perseverance.
Love is the thought
That there will be someone
That there IS someone out there
And God is preparing him
That out there is the one
that will not leave
and that will not have conditional love
But in order to be that way,
he has to love God more than even me
Because he will only know love through him
She came to realize,
love isn't chocolates and rainbows anymore
But love doesn't have to based of fists
or what you will done
It is based on what God has already done

My choices
are my
choices.
      I'm not expecting
      everyone
      (or anyone)
to understand
      why
or
      how.
I just ask
that you'd
please keep your
comments
       to yourself.

You should be kind
for the sake of being kind.
Not because a higher power
told or asked of you to do so.

Treat others
the way you want
to be treated.

We were taught this back in
Kindergarten,
so why is it so difficult
for people to understand?