Spring grants us it's golden daffodils,
swathes of honesty from the window.
Spring is neigh.
The world pledges it's amen.

Don’t love poetry
Because you’re on a hot writing streak;
Love poetry because you love poetry
And poetry loves you back
In all obstacles, times of staring into space,
And inspirational thoughts and ideas.
Love poetry because of the partnership
Between you, the author, and poetry, the bioluminescence
Of the literate ocean.

Don’t love life
Because you think you’re living the best one.
All lives are unique;
How troublesome it is
To consume time in chasing what only others
Can see and do accordingly.
Outside of being instructed,
Work, any kind of daily routine,
Create your own steps
Not by “hitting it big-time”
But humbly walking where you are
And embrace the sights right where you are
Because even the tiptoes of a journey
Lead you forward and allow you time,
Not for all views, but at least seeing one ordinary view
As glitzier than glitz itself.

Don’t love anything
If the reason you do is to impress anyone or everyone.
When you do what you do,
The truth will strain the ones who scoff
But leave you with the one(s) who see your heart
In what you do.
Live. Be open. Respond. Love. Stand your ground.
You’ll be surprised what or who comes around.

I lived in a country of thieves
Motivated by hearts and passions
Stealing love affection
Leaving broken pairs
But you asked me for my love
At that time I fell in love

You really thought I'll leave you
When he offered me riches?
You are everything that I have wanted
I'm afraid that you'll regret

If you are going to think again
Please do not tell me
I do not want to know your epiphany
Let me live in ignorance

How did I live in a country of thieves?
With people who do not even know they want
Stealing everything in your sight
Leaving broken hearts
You taught me that there is still good
I was given the gift of compassion



© Sofia Villagrana 2018

I serve for you unto the dust;
But, I will not ever,
Never not, die for you my king!
Your selfish desires haunt, oppress us in lust,
You take your place close, your throne on heart.
I am the rightful heir,
Given and, yet, accept if I dare!

I serve for you into the gust;
Often in passion, lest it be in love,
I carry the banner in Name!
Changing and warping my thoughts,
You take me under, choking the air.
I am the one, I am the King;
Said and done, I'll never give care,
Away from me! you broken thing!

Our joys are wanton, wild and many
And Heaven knows we tell them well
An Art suffice to fathom God
An Eye discerning convey Hell
In bars, in beats, in rhythmic magic
Beget a score suffice to woo
The Spirits of the Other Realms
Who will us through our Hearts to do
And through those Hearts we hone our craft
To live, feel love, to freely go
To Peace in destruction's aftermath
Searching for Rainbow, to and fro

Two fish
swim in
their own
aquarium
prison.

broke down.
abandoned.
confused.
it's how I feel when I think of you.

father.
where have you gone?
lately I feel so alone.
I just need someone to call "home".

father.
why did you leave so soon?
maybe you saw a light in the moon.
but, will you return?
I need you here.

father.
was I not enough?
or was I to much?
I'll never know
'cause you won't say.

so I guess I'll just fade away.