If you really knew me, I love music. I can’t live without it, and if you really knew me, you’d know I have a little sister, a half-brother, and a half-sister. If you really knew me, you’d know that I am not Asian, I am Hispanic. If you really knew me I am not mean or quiet. If you really knew me I am nice and loud. If you really knew me I love to read but when I am alone. If you really knew me I like science because I like to learn about space and the planets.If you really me I love to draw when I am sad or mad. If you really knew me I try to smile every day even if wanna break down and cry. If you really knew me my life isn't as perfect as most people think it is. If you really knew me  I trust no one. If you knew me that I don't show emotion I keep it to myself. If you really knew me I love to read poems that are about love, happy, to love one another, to be a true friend when I feel alone sad, mad, happy. If you really knew me I am a cold person and I get that from my dad. If you really knew me I love to write poetry it can be random or about me. if you really knew me you would know that I have been depressed and cried alone. if you really knew me you would know that I hated how I look. if you really knew me you would know I always feel like a failure. if you really knew me you would know that I thought about ending it but. if you really knew me you would know that today I am saved by the grace of God. if you really knew me. you could see that I am a different person than I used to be. If you really knew me I love helping people. If you really knew me I love kids. If you really knew me I respect all girls and boys how they feel and what they talk. If you really knew me I  don’t judge people. If you really knew me.

A kiss just a kiss until you
   Find the one you love,
A hug is just a hug until
you find the one you're
   always thinking of.

A dream is just a dream
   Until it comes true,

Love was just a word until
   they day I met you.

All I really want is to talk to you rather than distract myself with the petty things I do.

I'm almost gone.

A deep hollow in my chest leaches at my sanity leaving me bereft of a connection that could seal up the cracks in my heart from which leak my wounded humanity.

Scrolling through my Facebook feed leaves my hungering for what I really need.

The stupid games and apps light up my phone and make me forget that I'm alone.

Tomorrow creeps into each patchwork day. You can't hold time it slips away.

Each hour is fractured by distraction the sun is sinking before I gain traction.

While I'm not looking I miss the sunset. Time to cushion my head with this night's fret.

I won't sleep tonight, like most. My place is haunted. I'm the ghost.

I drift the twilight between realms with clipped wings and overwhelmed.

Sun and moon chase round about; light blinded eyes, thick-dark-muffled-shout.

That's the way it is at night things look different by starlight.

But which am I the sun or moon; do I give chase or am I pursued?

I won't find the things I seek. I'm stuck like this from week to week.

To be needed is exhausting, but to be not needed is accosting.

I need to hear you hearing me and be realified in that harmony.

Instead of trapped between death and life, I'll be free when I see you seeing that I'm Being. Existence could suffice, yet personhood is reciprocally conferred. Make me a Being like you then you'll be a christ.

What is my name?

You say that you can't read my mind as if I haven't put it down line by line.

I want to know I'm more than heat rising from the pavement to dissipate in the sky. Or else call me Mirage--If you can't see me, feel me, hear me.

I'm already gone.

Sometimes,
human doesn't need any toxins,
any drugs,
or any weapons,
to **** them.

But,
anxiety, and insecurity,
will do.

They're enough.

Don't you just love late night drives?
There's such a beauty about it
It's so much different than day time
It's when I can't remember my problems
Or anxiety
Or stress
Because instead of drowning in them
Like I usually do
I drown them out
With music.
And the carelessness
And freedom
Which only comes
With the night.
And the city lights
They bring me solace
Small tiny specks of brightness,
Of hope
That everything will be alright.

She has no mirror
but where flirt the leaves with the pond
she comes in the cool of noon
mixing the dark of her hair
with the summer shade
dipping into glass green water
her toes and far above
and all the pond sees
encrypts within the bubbles of rainbow
that only her clothes
swelled in awe
can read.

Part of the reason I struggle to sleep
Is because its the only real time
Where everything
All goes
Quiet

And the darkness around me
Curves into my furrowed brows
And wipes gently down the crook of my
Upper lip
And says
At long last
All else is quiet.

And once the clock
Shines and reminds me
That it is indeed
Getting late
An anxiety takes over me
Like there is no real rest to be had now
And all else
Has gone quiet
So I face the clock like a mirror
While the rest of the world
Sleeps.

In my world,
there is death,
sadness,
distrust,
hatred,
depression,
anger,
worries,
lim­its,
terror,
fights,
arguments,
and most importantly,
pain.
But I guess you don't care,
because in your world
it's the exact same,
but with a pretty cover page
that you use as a façade.