La vida
es un acto
de viajar
de aquí
para allá.

you can see by my walk
my nature is true
you can see at my body
that was figured out by you

all the wait on my heart
is nothing more
than a big illusion

planned for you
for all that you do
for all the storms
that you saved in your
broken heart

which doesn't get enough
from a lost
from a choice
who decided not to be available to us

and when I think I'm save from
your little brown eyes
when I think you can not more be found
I dream with your face

and everything stay the same

1997
the roots of my family tree
are shallow and malnourished,
breaking through the Earth's skin as a reminder
that it cannot always keep the ugly
hidden underneath.
my DNA is a life sentence for a crime
I never wanted to commit.

1999
my father called my brother a king
before he even left the womb.
a solar eclipse that has lasted years
because of my inability to escape his shadow;
though, I'm not sure I ever will.
the world will always be his stage,
and I, just a poorly constructed backdrop.

2005
my skin has turned
black and blue back into flesh.
I hope, one day,
my mind takes a lesson from my body
and learns how to forget you.

2011
they call him the all merciful god,
and I can't help but to laugh,
because the only thing he promised
to those who hurt me was forgiveness.
I prayed up until the day
god changed his phone number.
atheism is a learned behavior;
I only wonder when god stopped
believing in me.

2015
I live my life in reverse.
I drink coffee at midnight,
read the epilogues first,
go to bed in the morning.
I spent my childhood in this grave,
now it is time to dig myself out.