flowers in a crown
people gathered round a plaza
a lady stands out

a white cat
purrs and kneads
on his bed

a tv
wires a man
to a sit

Sing me to sleep, my darling dear.
Wrap me in your arms
Let me hear the beating of your heart
Kiss my forehead
And in you, let me rest.

Me
And words
Don't get along

We are like cats and dogs
Or rather like water and oil
Mixing up
A lot of times
Not very well

a locket
won't open
without key

the sunset
stars the sky;
with darkness

The verses of eloquence
Are ladies well taught
They wear elegance
But simplicity is their gown

I see me not, I see me not.
I have no mirror to reflect me on.
But in a river, I see me yes
And my reflection,
it's like the current

Still

Streaming

Still

Going on...

Dec 2, 2014

Stress stretches me
as if I were a rubber band
the more it does
the more resistance I exert
but lately
the resistance is lesser
it feels like it has reach a point
where at any moment
it might just snap

If in order to create, one must destroy,
Then what did God destroyed,
In order to create us?

the day feels heavy on my boots,
one step, lifted leg, mud, grass tall,
a puddle,

Sometimes you wonder
what it feels like to kiss

And you want to kiss the world goodbye
And you want to kiss everyone good bye
But you know deep down
That that's not what you want
You know deep down that a kiss is sacred
And that your lips are only meant to kiss

Not death

But life

Love me sweetly
be like bees
And make out of me
honey, please!

a kitten
cracking tears
on a chair

under bed
a pillow
hides some tears

my poems
like the moon;
reflect light

When the moon arrives and sets above my head
I feel a lightbulb turns on bright with light ideas
Then they begin to expand like stars that spread
All over the universe To illuminate
a path that leads towards a verse
that I will read then write
before going to bed

Hey you, river up. Flow.
Build your own current.
Travel across mountains.
Enrich your surroundings.
Make those around you
become greener with life.

When you see the sea and a poem,
It makes you wonder doesn't it?

Waves of thoughts begin to form...
you can't help but noticed
that the majority of people prefer Poetry that is raw...

It's as if writing or reading a poem creates the effect as if those written words form waves that come towards the shore of a sheet of paper...

And if the reader is unprepared, those waves can ebb him back to where the waves come from

And drown him in the sea of thoughts

I want to stop this madness
I wish to know the truth

Why do I feel the urge to know about us?

Why are humans such a mystery?

Is there anyone who truly understands what we are?

Why do I feel tired? Why do I feel exhausted?
I wish I knew the questions to answer my questions
I wish I knew why I feel so tired.

I just wish I knew....

I was once silence
echoing
loud in your mind


Now I’m just
silence

Sshhh

Good night

I lost it. It came to be like a pen,
filled with ink, ready to imprint,
on paper, the ideas, the thoughts,
that now, I have lost.

And now, that I think about it,
it wasn't but a pen on my hand,
It was but the ability
to get lost in this pen,
to wander in thoughts,
to never find that I got lost
and while I got lost
that I would also lose part of my mind.

Yes, I lost the sense of what it is true,
I lost the sense of what it is the essence of life,
I lost the purpose of what is to live
I lost it

I thought that by writing, I would find
what I yearned to find,
And I wrote and I found what I thought
I wanted to find,


but ultimately,

I found nothing.

I only found out,
that life goes on...
and that life
kept going without me.

At the end of the days,
that’s all my poems will be

Clever

cleverly creative

And I,

I can’t help but feel

discourage

be creative, they say
make sure your words are beautiful, they say,
poetry, it's about beauty, they say
it has to make you feel something, they say,

but hey!

poetry is thoughts.

that's it.

a monkey
mocks people
with his tail

She was the kind to cook according to her moods
When she was happy, all her food tasted extremely good
But when sadness overthook her heart,
And when bitterness overtook her soul,
her cooking ability became sad,
And bitter ...

Plus she refused to eat any  more sadness in her life
Or any more bitterness

That all her cooking went

To waste

Who am I but some matter
that matters not in the entire universe
but who ultimately matters
to those that matter to this matter anyway

thank you my God,
in you I trust with my heart, with my soul, and with my mind.

To write, write, write...
That's all my soul was born to do,
As if my soul was the pen
That I, myself, hold with my hand.

You know when you do the right thing
And the thing turns to be wrong
But then it would have been wrong
If you had not done the right thing, anyways!

Well, I really don't know what went wrong.

I wish I were a bird to fly
To soar above the sky
And let my worries be,
Just be, one with the wind.

But I am not a bird
I do not have wings
Nor can I be,
Just be, one with the wind.

standing near a precipice
too wide, too deep, near a void
with darkness unseen
i grab a rock.
i walk. i hear a crack.
i talk.
i stare down below

no long ago, i climbed my way up
with ****** hands, with injured knees
i made my way
to where blue skies and green trees
are seen

now, standing near this precipice
staring down below
i hear the darkness calling my soul
i feel my skin rejecting the sun
the greens does not appeal to me anymore
colors are dull

i want to let go
i want to experience a free fall
i want to embrace the darkness
in a way, i never have before

So while standing near this precipice
while staring down below
i hear a crack. i hear a clock ticking.
tick tock. i walk. I talk.
I toss the rock.

I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store

I’m being packed
with things I have no used for
to then be left empty
somewhere in a parking lot

I carry everything that I can possibly can
sometimes none
sometimes more

I’m a basket with holes
that people can easily see through
and I just realized it today

The clear sky
clouds the mind
with daydreams

Something is Off and it’s not the light.
The room is illuminated.
But as illuminated as it is, I still fail to see
that which is Off.

Today, I think of The Amazon,
And how illuminated it must be
It’s full of fires growing strong

Oh COVID,
You made me mask my shyness
And forced me to raise my voice
Now every so often I have a sore throat

This makes me feel like you have made
a home out in my body

It’s seems that that’s effect you have on people
You are so contagious, that even those
who do not have you, think
That they may have you as an unwanted guest
Wrecking havoc in their lungs,

Throat

*cough

Whenever I’m hot
the ceiling fan gets turn on
Till I’m blown away

Stop! Don’t give any step forward.

I’m like a loaded gun tossed on the ground
ready for someone to pull the trigger

Proceed with caution.

roses, roses I would like
to place some on the table
to have some by my side
so I can feel you near
Oh near to my heart!

like roses, roses white
oh so lovely, so lovely as they are
to remind me of your fragrance
to remind me of your smile

the sky is open. You can see clouds being dragged by winds atop mountains.

You can see them resisting. Exerting force. getting darker. louder. Crashing against one another.

Thundering.

You can see those winds turning into tornadoes. oscillating. spiraling. Pressuring clouds to stay together.

Lighting.

You can see the clouds getting madder. Expanding. Resisting the oppression.

the sky closes.

My sleep abandoned me
when being Awake greeted me tightly
into the needs of my babies

Now my sleep wanders alone
like a hungry dog searching for food

So at nights I chase my sleep
with whatever I can find in the fridge
but my sleep runs away
as soon as my babies awake

what hides in this chest?
a pleasure I treasure?
or a pain without measure?

written in the sky
is my name a star
blinking from afar

at midnight
a blanket
full of stars
cover sky
while the sun
takes a break

Wander wander lost
without a place to go
always searching,
never finding
what you are looking for

Everyday, every night,
when the sun or the moon is out
I think about you, mom and dad

Whether the weather surprises us
with a cool and refreshing breeze,
with hail or tornados
With hurricanes or God knows what
I think about you, mom and dad

Whether I’m healthy or sick
whether I’m awake or asleep
I think about you
I think about you all the time