blackbirds
fill
every branch
with
their tired wings
every sky
shall hear
them sing
from
every part of
the
ghostwhite
sycamore tree

Columbus sailed the ocean blue,
Only to not have a clue
Where the Indians were actually at.

For your laughter is an immense surprise
It bedazzled my senses, bringing light
Long lost light toward my eyes
Was that an intentional wink?
I beg no forgiveness as I think
Like a moth, a light, a life
You only have one to share

women and girls,
boys nor men
could bring me such glory in such filthy sin.

breathe in
tears out
only freaks know what I'm talking about.

I had no choice
due to my lovers abandonment,
so I found a guilty pleasure that was heaven sent.

Handprints I left on the window of the homemade bread factory
When I was thirteen years of age.
That was my time of adolescent memory,mixed with moral decay.
My father had left me, mother was sold out to ***, pills, and her grave.
I was a fiber bug to the world of technology,
Just trying to escape.
The homemade bread factory was Nana's. My daddy's mother.
Me and Nana cooked real Mexicali dishes, made butterfly catches, and dream catchers to go with my teen wishes.
Nana's house was the bread factory.
The factory no longer up and runs.
How I miss Nana, her cooking, her being momma and daddy both.
I miss Nana's love the most,
How our Nana's can be daddy and mother at the same time.
Gods gift to any grandbaby.
Rest
Peacefully sweet Nana
R.I.p
Maria boudega conshito.

give me
soft green grass
and
this
old red brick wall
for
my broken soul
to lean upon

people are drugs
they make you forget
they make you numb
but theyre toxic

u were ******
made the pain go away
but u werent any good for me