"Soulmate"-
That’s the title
For a fairytale
You know
Just like "Cinderlla"
Or "Snow White".
It just
Never happens.

But the kid in me
Still believe in fairytales.
It says-
There is a "Beauty"
For the "Beast".

Each day
I wish,
the kid is right.

He was on a pedestal
and his head fell off.
Like a heavy tomato
Splat!
It rolled around the ground
underneath the table.
Chatty chat chats
of hungry spectators,
like the company of rats.
Nibble, nibble, nibble
Not a lot of salt in the scraps
for such a head so engorged.
Swelling and swelling
Swelling 'till bleeding
The rats really like it.
Making waves with his eyes
But no one could hear him
Crickety cricket
Until someone moved their foot
and kicked him.
Bam! Flying.
One day, he will land on the ground...
But good lord, did he miss his body
that could no longer hold him
On his pigeon-toed pedestal
where he felt much important

I do not like it here
I do not like what we have.

Take the shovel,
here.

Pigeon-toed,
austere.

Dig deep in the earth,
big capable man.

Plunge through that dirt
until you reach the other side.

I'm
restless
as desert dust

the steps on me,
heavy.

Plant in me
the rose

and garden
the romance.

Won't you
resuscitate
the dear
in my tongue

tighten
the clutch
of these arms

soften
this face,
unalarmed

out of its casket
into a smile...

Take the shovel,
here.

You’ve been cold too.
Your body is quivering

so
dig
through
that
dirt

Dig deep in the earth,
big capable man.

Bring us both back
the last breathing rose.

But the man with the shovel
never came back...

However
I did hear he reached the other side.

I met a girl in a restaurant
Working in drive-through
She took my order
And She took my heart
I don't know what to do

With golden hair
And Emerald eyes
A smile like the rising sun
she filled up my life with the light of love
And I want to be the one
She loves back

At first she was a damsel in distress
I protected her as best as I knew how
Then I found that She was a true princess
And I couldn't find the ground

The sight of Her sets my heart on fire
And takes my breath clean away
I never thought that I could feel so strong
And so helpless in this way

I met a girl in a restaurant
And I'll never be the same
She took my heart and I'll love Her forever
And I hope She feels the same

I love you Tricia

What time is it?
She searched the room
Brown and white and almost red
She is a ghost
A body with life, or maybe not.

What time is it?
Whispers are low
Only by paying attention
The words can be heard.

What time is it?
Who will answer?
Walls, carpets and furniture?

What time is it?
I pray God will answer.

What time is it?*
Please give me an answer.

They counted twenty eight
My soul says it’s too much
They speak or cry or shout
Words that I can not dissolve.

I’ve made my peace last week
So proud of myself!
Soon I will be gone
Soon I will die.

My last year with tears
My last months with pain
My last weeks together
My last breaths with soul.

I told her with care
I wrote her forever letters
She read them so fast
While displaying a beautiful smile.

You are not dying
You are so brave…

It doesn’t matter Cris
I died. It happened a long time ago.

When the moon hovers hallucinated
on the post canal
breaking in bubbles of fish breath
the white widow of the night
revives her long dead tongue
to lick the scales of your skin
pulling you into her bed of nails
making love with you the whole night
leaving you bruised and insatiate
when they find your shadow
scouring the edge of the canal
with her name on its lip.

Your kiss on my lips
Doesn't fit anymore
The spaces between our fingers
Doesn't complement at all

You caused my heart
To break into pieces
And now that you are trying to stitch it
The pieces don't fit anymore

The pieces won't fit anymore
Or maybe won't be completed at all
(Because parts of me, I already gave to you)

I may be whole again (maybe not)
But never the same
There will be holes and cracks
But I guess, I can still be functional
I hope..

Have a hello,
Not a bellow.
Be a friend
And don't rend.
Be cool
Instead of cruel.
Be aware
That other people are there.