Erick Sanchez

Erick Sanchez Jul 2017

The universe itself is nothing but a mighty orchestra playing a song.
in 3/4 time.
Time? isn't time relative?
Because you gave me a forever in four years.
That was my REVIVAL and now your dreams, hopes and everything that made you beautiful is a part of me.
Buried within me like the scars on your wrist and in your heart.
But like all scars, they heal.
And now I'm picking up the crumbs life has left behind.
and I hope one day they lead back to you.

#late

Erick Sanchez Jul 2015

7/11/15

DEAR LOVE,
  I know you are out there somewhere. My heart hasn't stopped crying since you left and I have been alert to my phone just in case you message me. I know you cant get in touch with me but hopefully in this month that you are going to be gone you can see this wherever  you may be. Every night I will write to you and tell about my day till i see you again. Please come back soon and safe,
          Today I started to read the book about Quantum Physics and wow it made me realize how everything reminds me of you. You love my nerd talks, getting lost in the maze inside my light brown eyes with not even a clue about what I'm talking about. I also watch just one episode of "Jane the ******' I know, I know I'm not suppose to watch it with out you but it reminds me of the last time after a long day at work when you made me sat down with you and watch it. I enjoyed watching it with you. Also i decided to do Laundry today, didn't go so well I was so distracted thinking of you that i forgot the detergent and realize after the washing machine started so I ended using this old lady's detergent and now my cloths smell like old lady.  Now its night, i cant sleep and I know your dreaming of me baby because legend says " When you cant sleep at night. Its because you're awake in someone else s dream".
                                                                    My Love please come back soon,
                                                                                        Your Fiance

#you #miss

Erick Sanchez Feb 2015

You

Money is paper, Gold a mineral, and Oil a resource but what are you worth?

#power #nothing #money

Erick Sanchez Dec 2014

Untitled

Sometimes you have to make life worth Living,
Not let life worth Leaving you.

#love #life #soulmate

Erick Sanchez Dec 2014

Freedom?

If we were to put the knowledge of the universe in a man would that man become God?
Evidently it would self-destruct itself because possibilities are proven to be Endless but man not.
We are born to in to our own slavery in a systematic society where mind, heart and conscience are close by a gap that we can connect into true freedom.
Man must overcome its own nature but doesn't succeeded.
It gets confuse by its surrounding environment and lets it destroy itself.
Let this new age be proof and self-evident of destruction because the possibilities are endless but it all comes to one at the end.
[ Pyramid]

#poetry #freedom #life #reality #thoughts

Erick Sanchez Aug 2014

A Poem For Her

Vanessa your the Truth, so I'm just being Honest,
You treat me like a King so that's why your my Highness,
Your hugs are so Warm and your kisses are the Finest,
With lips so Soft and Red,
Your Figure and Beauty all stuck in my head ,
Because your the only thing shining through the Darkness,
That with out you my World would be filled with Sadness.

#love #thoughts #inspired

Aug 2014

Vanessa Gonzalez

music

She listens with her eyes closed as the melody begins.
Its starts with a slow beat; memories begin.
Her childhood, consisting of innocence and playtime with her younger sibling.
God in front, but the devil close behind her.
The music changes.
Playtime turns to fear and adulthood.
She is only 6.
But her fear of the harm done to her has molded her into something else.
The devil has her cornered.
The beat drops.
She needs closure.
She finds it as she cares for her siblings as if she were a mother.
Where is her mother?
Where is her father?
She doesn't care, she has her brother and sister.
And now with art and music beside her,
The devil is in front.
The music intensifies.
Alcohol.
Missing church.
Shes broken.
No one knows her story.
The once little girl full of joy and playtime,
Has become grown and silent.
She's a doubter.
Where was God?
The music slows.
The sun comes out and shines down on her.
She feels a brightness in her heart she hadn't felt since she was a little girl.
Her fear of being damaged again is forgotten.
Maybe she can save herself.
The end chorus begins.
The devil is vanquished.
God is right in her sight again.
The bad habits gone.
And beside her what do you see?
Not fear.
Not damage.
Not silence.
You see her shining heart
Finally free from the darkness around her.

Music tells stories.

#god #hero #music #devil