Oh you’re disappointing!
You’re to blame!
You’re a failure,
what a shame!

A little secret though,
Is that you’re not.
A big secret is that
you don’t know.

You’re amazing
You’re brilliant,
Yes, I’m praising
You.
You the failure
You the crap.
You the human
You the light.

You made a mistake,
Like we all do.
It may feel too late,
But no, not for you.

Fix you’re wrongs, get up
Because you’re only a failure
when you give up.

Dry tears go down her cheeks,
She wipes some, others still sneak
Down her skin and downriver.

If only I could give her
A reason her collar stays dry.
If only I could tell her why,
Life forces weakness goodbye.

Why else would she laugh,
When she wants to cry?
Why else would she rise,
When she wants to fall?

As she gasps to breathe—  
because crying steals the air.
She turns around and sees
That life just isn’t fair.

If only she knew,
dry tears are real,
She knows all,
yet not her own fear.

If only she knew,
we share the dream:
That every person,
should have a gleam.

She doesn’t know that,
she stands to help.
She doesn’t know that,
She laughs to cry,
Her tears are dry,
And still she tries.

Good night, wry smile.
Let your poker face rest.
This might take a while,
But come back to sense.

Bring back that you,
Who falls once, falls twice
and still tries.
Bring back that you,
You’re a pearl of great value.

Good night good night,
Protective script.
You’re a warrior of light,
So act like it.

Please say good night,
Or at least say good morning.
To those dreams still hoping,
Hoping that one day,
You’ll wake up.

But if you don’t say
good night, good morning,
When is that day gonna come?

A poem so long,
A poem so short.
A poem of love,
A poem of hate.

A poem above,
All that's fake.
A poem that debates
A poem with sake.

Why do humans complicate,
things that should not be?
Is it because we're humans?
Doing things that are wrong,
And still pretend to be superman.

Is it because we can't bare
Doing things that are right,
And still be treated unfair?

That’s not where
it went wrong

People hurt,
Loving hurts,
Caring hurts.

But please, I beg
But please, I plead.
Keep going…

Keep caring,
Keep loving.

You’re not one to fit
But you’re not the flaw.
Don’t over think it
Because you’re worth all.

I needed you to know.
It’s not just an expression,
It was never perfection.
Love isn't touch,
Three words aren't much.

But the feeling they convey,
can brighten someone's day.
I happened to come your way.
I'm a complete stranger,
But a kind word or two
shouldn't be a sin:

I love you.
You're cherished.
You're wonderful.
One day they'll see that too.
God Bless you.

I broke a glass cup.
It shattered in my feet,
I stared as it fell, for
It didn’t cut deep.

I wanted water,
Just a cup of water
I was very busy
being the eldest daughter,
I ignored feeling dizzy
And kept cleaning.

I didn’t mean to, but I broke you.
You can’t serve water any longer
With a plastic cup I wonder:
Did I crack first—
Or did I become my mother?

There’s eleven players in soccer
I’m eleven in one, mother f*

I’m a goal keeper
And a striker
I feel as I go deeper—
I couldn’t be blinder.

We feel the pain
And still, we play.
A broken leg,
And still, we tread.

You’re a goal keeper
Striker and center field
But you won’t give up.
Do we have a deal?

Lotus, let your petals fall,
One by one until you loose them all.

Butterfly, waste your ten days of life
Do not migrate, don’t try to thrive.

Bird, don’t fly, don’t dare to try
To reach for the vast open sky.
Stay nearby, please abide.

Child, don’t grow, don’t seek to know
What will happen if you let go
Just a little of that rope.

One that so tight you hold
Why are you taking their hope
To be better, to break the mold?

Let them be better than you

Let them fall and rise,
Let them win and loose

You did you
Let them
Beat you.

Life is bitter
Life is bitter.
"Hate the sin,
But love the sinner."

You're aggravated
You're devastated.
Who's there to blame?
You blame yourself
For not being the same.

It wasn't their fault
You loved more.
It wasn't their fault
You cared more.

You understand
You don't resent.

Life is bitter,
But still sweet.

Because you're in it...

Perhaps it was all a play.
If one obnoxious day
I decide to walk away,

Will someone hold my hand and say,
“You’re better than this, please stay.”

I know more colors than grey.
I’ve just forgotten to dance in the rain
I’ve forgotten to smile through pain.
I know there’s more colors than grey
So I’ll try to remember today.

Nothing
Unless
Monday to Monday something
Bothers you.

Like a lonely orchid,
Dancing in the snow
It’s purple petals,  
Denying to let go.

You always prevail, prevail, prevail
Your tenacity never seems to fail.

How come, the cold
Hasn’t torn you apart?
Why do you always
Deceive your heart?

You say there’s light
When it’s cold and dark
The memory of warmth,
Keeps you alive.

Every day is a new day.
Hours wash quickly away,
They meet unknown bays.
Why can’t we, escape a sky of grey?

Time is like waves
crashing into the shore,
Every minute

Sometimes I feel like a hero.
And then I feel like crap.
Sometimes I feel like a zero.
And then I feel like I’m all that.

Sometimes I want to be with friends,
Be part of something.
Sometimes I want to be alone,
And go star gazing.

Sometimes we’re too much.
Sometimes we’re not enough.
But we’re always amazing…

If you can still breathe,
It can still happen.
If you can still move,
Keep your pencil sharpened.

If you can see the dark
If you can feel the cold,
It means you still have a heart.
Just— your story’s untold.

Let your wings unfold.

Im not being rhetorical,
Or sarcastic, or philosophical,
Or any fancy, poetic way.
I’m just saying, there’s always a way.

My mom didn’t know English,
My dad couldn’t cook an egg.
We were lost in a unknown place,
And still we didn’t beg.

This Father’s Day
I want to say,
“Dude we’re not evil.
We survive, we find a way.”

This Father’s Day
My family’s okay.
But there’s others
who are not the same.

What a shame,
what a shame.
Los Angeles and Miami,
Can’t they see?

This Father’s Day
I want my people
To not be swayed.

A smile
A try
Higher
A lie.

A smile: we play and laugh.
It’s all that I have.
A try: alone again. Don’t cry
There’s something I can’t let go by.

Higher: pain grows. Night unfolds.
Anger. Hatred. Fire.
The stakes are higher.  
A lie: I scold and question who I call me.
I answer with a lie, wrapped in a plea.
But I’m blind— can’t see, can’t see.

This process is ****.
The pieces don’t fit.
But I won’t quit.
Let’s talk about it.

After narcissist and life
Were torn apart,
A flower was born
Form the depths of his heart.

The lake in which he fell
Cried, cried and cried.
Oh lake! Why are you crying?
“Because Narcissist has died.”

Oh that’s right. He was beautiful
Wasn’t he?
“Pardon me?” Said the lake.
“I never knew.”
Every morning he came to you.

How could you not?!
“I never paid attention.
I didn’t know he was hot.”
Well then why do you sob?

“I looked at him
And he looked at me.
But all we could see
Was our own beauty.”

Too bad he only saw a mirror
And never saw a lake.
Too bad you only saw a reflection
And never his pretty face.
—both of you would’ve been amazed…

As I stand at the edge
Of the unknown,
I really, really, truly,
Want to go home.

Have I wasted my time
Chasing things I can’t reach?
Perhaps I’m fine—
Except it’s all bleached.

My eyes and my mind
Feel covered in bleach.
My path I shall find
In somewhere distinct.

Have I speed up the clock,
Doing things I should’ve not?
I’m only thirteen
So why bother at all?

Tree tops, tree tops,
Air swinging back.
Driving, driving,
Until water pops.

Fallen and dying trees,
who lived to help.
Wood that stands
With sticks as hands.

Hands that stay still,
As you go downhill.
The world follows
This oblivious drill.

Yet you drive and drive
Until water you find.

You’re an evergreen.
You don’t take to survive;
You’re a shelter for life.
If you drive and drive,
I know water you’ll find.

You know what’s funny?
When it’s hot you want cold,
When it’s cold you want heat.
You crave a change—
Never the seat
You’re sitting in.

When it’s hot
enjoy the summer.
When it’s cold
Enjoy the winter.

Embrace the sweet
And the bitter
The sunburn
And the shiver.

I know it can be better—
But we’re not just talking
about weather.

Where it’d go?
Word made of air,
It danced out my lips.
But didn’t get shared.

It got stuck in my throat.
Or lost in my mind.
Of course it’s in a place
I cannot find.

Word made of air
Word made of air
You were meant
To help despair.

Oh! But where have you gone?
I’ll probably remember you by dawn.