Muévese el verso dentro de mí,
Buscando dónde escapar.
Cuando pienso que me piensas,
Mi lápiz empieza a sangrar:
Hemorragia rimas,
Escupe poesías,
Tose canciones…

Porque mueves mis emociones,
Mis pensamientos.
Decoras mis momentos;
Mi corazón deja de palpitar
Y mi lápiz comienza a sangrar…

Tatúa el papel,
Con los colores de tu mirada,
Asi, perfecta, despeinada.
Sangra mi lápiz,
Haciendo mundos con mis versos,
Con palabras crean universos,
Y todo nace de tu sonreír.

Porque mueves mis emociones,
Mis pensamientos.
Decoras mis momentos;
Mi corazón deja de palpitar
Y mi lápiz comienza a sangrar…

Cobra vida propia,
la musa acopia,
Y se desborda sin parar…
Y mi lápiz comienza a sangrar.

The ocean and I
Talked about you last night,
The moon came down
To see my sorrows drown,
And my dreams float
On a beautiful boat
That carries your name.

And I lay in the sand,
Held it, pretending it was your hand,
And it just slipped through again.
The stars still pass through my heart -
The light dances with the dark -
And I wish for things that haven’t been.

The ocean and I
Talked about you last night.
It laughed our jokes,
And cried at our fractures.
Never did I speak in verse, but in chapters,
Whenever your name I spoke,
As thoughts of you soak me in smiles.

My skin writes in Braille
Whenever I think of you.
Every bit, every detail,
Of every inch of you
Comes into the light;
And you’ll never know
The ocean and I talk about you at night.

Your heart has been broken.
I’ll pick up the pieces,
And glue them with kisses,
Back to life I will stroke them.
Let me fill your missing sections
With the shattered parts
Of my own broken heart,
And we’ll be each other’s resurrection.

Wounded and dissected,
Your soul thirsting exempt.
Imperfect, unkempt
As our kisses mend our rejected.
Let yourself into my affection,
Because I need it, too.
Our smile knows the truth:
We're the cure for our infection.

We tessellate in time:
I am a part of who you are,
And you are a part of mine.

Mosaic of us:
Broken in our own way,
Perfectly aligned
Along these jagged lines
To form a beauty unrefined.

Music are your words,
Making your lips an orchestra; a symphony.
But your touch, my ears blurred
As your words would live in infamy.

Love is no accident -
Falling in is not without intent.
If you let your feelings drive your decisions,
Vain is the work we spent.

Why do we confuse ever so easily
The line between love and romance?
The latter ends so drearily
When outside of love it makes its stance.

No, my dear, we don't fall in love,
And sit in hopes of what it can bring.
We jump in, we dive into;
Because, together, we learn to swim.

No, my darling, we don't fall out of love
Because some feeling that was there no longer forms.
We work together to fend off the sharks
That threaten to tear us apart,
While we keep each other warm through the storms.

Don't lose sight of your heart,
Because it can be so easily deceived.
My dear, contrary to popular belief,
Love is not found, it is achieved.