I guess you're right, I am a true romantic..
I daydream through the night and through the day I plan things
& these songs I write may help you understand things
I'm not one to talk but with you I'd try dancing

So if you want someone there to sing to you whilst you do the dishes
And someone who can take care of all your hopes and wishes
I'm not one to talk oh for you I'd listen
And we could maybe take a late night walk through the city's division

Oh if you need someone there to help you take the weight off
to tell you, "**** you're beautiful without make up"
To hold flashcards for you whenever you need to stay up
in order to get that A grade
just go at your own pace...

If you need someone to do all of that then guess what?
I've always been,
just right here <3

watch the sunset setting on fire
the concrete buildings you can see at the horizon,
feel the sand cooling in your palms
as the sun is one more time going down.
watch the stars while they slowly show
their bright faces between the clouds.

upon the sea
the moon again kisses the skies
before they go to sleep
and I'm not there,
I'm not there
to see it with you.

breath in the salty evening
hear the voices of the waves
singing unheard lyrics;

build a fire
gather some souls
a guitar sound,
you have it all.

wait for the sunrise to paint the clouds
dance with a stranger
while the Bolero with its crescendo
touches your mind
see the Black sea turning into Red
see the shy sunrays braided with the waves,
kiss the air while it is still fresh,
feel the sand as it gets warmer in your hands.
watch this life waking up again,
and if you have any free time
send me a picture of your perfect land.
or, better yet, send me a picture of your smile
after all, that's the image I most long to have
when the night breaks in
and I have only darkness between my clouds.

*upon the sea
the moon again kisses the skies
before she goes to sleep
and I'm not there,
I'm not there
to see it with you

Barefooted in the middle of nowhere
Where the lost can never be found
By anyone whose eyes were only caught by fancy shoes
I was wondering if someone will notice the barefooted
Stepping on thorns and stones
Every night in that nowhere there's the lonely wanderess
With eyes closed and ears open
Enough to lead her to the wonder of nowhere
Where the music is slowly playing
That keeps the trees sway in sweet rhythm
And leaves slowly falling, touching the lonely wanderess
Until finally hit the ground and withered
Reminding an old friend who once she walked with
And the lonely wanderess wasn't waiting for someone
She doesn’t want to be found nor saved by anyone
Whose heart withered in a long walk to nowhere
The lonely wanderess is afraid to even take another step
Thinking she’ll never find herself without getting wounded
Not the road she’s frightened but the thorns she imagined
But she chose to die trying to find something she can’t see
Darkness is that nowhere and she’s less happy but less sad
Carrying nothing but less of everything.

Atoms aluminate in hydrogens gleam,
where gravity breathes on every blade
graced in chlorophyll.

Silent Tears
                     Secret Fears
                                          No one Hears
                                                           ­        Downing Beers
                                                           ­                                    Filling Years
Needing Cheers
                             Judgemental Peers
                                                           ­    Emotional Weirs
                                                           ­                                   Prying Ears*

                            Depression is not a phase or a project,
                            It's a cancer to be beaten, step by step.

                                       © Cinco Espiritus Creation
                                                             2016

I want to walk
with you.

I want our footprints
along the ocean shore.

I want you to
look at me the way I look at you.

Except that just like those footprints,
your love for me has disappeared.

(-DF-04/304/16-)

I've heard people say countless times that Valentine's Day isn't easy for everyone

referring of course to the single people out there

but my name was never mentioned regardless of my relationship status,

because I was a special situation

three years ago to the day, my mother committed suicide

three long and somehow short years ago my mother took both her life, and a good chunk of mine

no chocolates

flowers

cards

or "I'm sorry"

can make me have a Happy Valentine's Day

on days filled with roses and kisses,

my day will be filled with sobs of regret and glimpses of similarities in mine and my mother's situation,

the desire for everything to stand still

on days filled with romance and anticipation you can find me trying my best to stay distracted, and failing at it one hundred percent.

on days of love, you can find me wishing for death.

The penultimate floor
is plunged into darkness
before the woods are.
I’m stroking your shoulders,
distancing cold rain
that’s knocking on windows
is ostensibly crying,
reminds of the distance
we are torn apart.
The ravens are flying
to thousands bits
from frames of the wirings,
like silver cold threads
that are keep with devotion
dividing the glass,
remind of the ocean,
we are torn apart.
I’m looking at walkways
that lead to the Sun
and think of you always.

The only thing
I have left.
Is the desperate hope
(an evil thing it is)
that long after I've departed
someone
somewhere
will read my words
and feel better for them.
I don't desire
to fix a soul
but I surely pray
maybe
just maybe
something I've said
will get you to tomorrow.