Let my words rain over you.
As they drench your mind,
They won't fade with time;
My lips will not let them dry.

And they trickle down your neck;
They tickle all your thoughts with romance.
My voice tattoos them on your skin
As my pause... makes... them... dance.

Let my words rain over you -
Let them soak your clothes some more.
Let them melt your heart in their flood,
As they paint your façade with the colors they pour.

And our breaths come closer,
And my arms vanish into your melanin...
Let my words rain over you.
Let our poetry, in this moment, begin.

You life, sinusoidal,
with it's ups and downs,
Touches with cosine mine:
once when it's up,
once when it's not.
And I long for that eternal range,
for you to stay in my domain.

I thought your eyes I could dismiss,
And your smile I wouldn't miss,
But I still feel your lips
Giving me a permanent marker kiss

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.

Minutes die, as I
Cannot rid me of your eyes,
My sighs, or the whys.

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.

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.

I love listening to that song,
because it reminds me of you.
I love it when it rains,
because I know you love it, too

I love the stars,
because they remind me of your eyes.
I love the ocean,
because it reminds me of your smile.

You hate that song,
because it reminds you of me.
You hate it when it rains,
because you know I love it, too

You hate the stars
because they remind you of my eyes
You hate the ocean
because it reminds you of my smile

"Have you ever been stuck in an elevator," he asked with half a frown,
"And then the lights flicker, and starts going down?
Not necessarily fast, but not really slow
Just enough that you brace for the blow,
For the crash that never seems to come.

"You try to hit all buttons,
You just want to get off at any floor.
The emergency stop is broken,
So you try to pry the doors.
Useless.

If you try to jump inside a falling elevator,
You only go up for a second before contributing to the fall:
Making the force even greater,
Making you feel so weak and so small.

When it suddenly stops and starts working again,
You can only think about that moment when
The gravity that surrounds you
Will betray you.

And I'm happy that your elevator works fine;
And I'm sad when people say I should fix mine.
I'm no mechanic, I just feel the fall,
Where the only thing I can do is wait for it all
To end."

He stopped for a moment,
and looked me in the eyes.
He pointed his index to his temple:
"And that's how it feels inside."

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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.

I smiled,
You failed to.

I looked for your gaze,
You just looked away.

With a deep breath
And a callous stare to start,
You pointed the gun in your mouth
Straight to my heart.

And your words drowned me
In a sea of puzzles and pieces.
My eyes fired tears,
- at first in anger, then in fear -
And my heart undressed,
As you violently expressed,
That I was no longer needed.

And I tried to gasp for air,
But you held my heart under,
Tearing it asunder
And for you I bled one last time.

Esta sonrisa en forma de palabras te regalo,
Para aparecer en tus pensamientos,
Y, que por unos momentos,
Suene mi nombre en tu exhalo.

Does it scare you?
Something so real
that what you feel -
so overwhelmingly present -
changes you.

Does it scare you?
That my love, in avalanches,
lives in these little chances,
where you open your heart just right,
to keep my whispers alive.

You may have been loved,
but not like this.

Does it scare you...?
Because it terrifies me.

Bebe mis besos
como agua de río, brava,
que burbujea,
y espumea,
y de su corriente sos esclava.
Ven y bebe mis besos.

We did it, my love,
With an amazing kiss and closed eyes.
We existed in a universe
Where the only inhabitants were you and I.

A brief, beautiful glimpse
Of a world that's ours,
Created and gone in a couple of blinks.

Tu pensamiento me eriza la piel,
Millones de vellos levantándose al anhelo de tocarte.

Cierro mis ojos para poderte ver,
Hermosa, sonriente; eres una persona hecha arte.

Quiero sentir tus labios llegar
A su hogar
en los míos.

Agridulce.
Brota en el frío, pero ama primavera
Deliciosa para devorarla entera,
Pero frágil, o tal pareciera.
Dando color a un mundo blanco y gris
Agridulce, para que la sentís.

Her mouth flooded with a metallic taste;
Her lips, with blood, soddened -
As she gasped the thin air that tried to escape,
All of a sudden.
Her world began to shake,
Her pupils began to broaden.
She had began to smile at her fate,
As soon as the bullet had gone in.
No, this was no mistake
This was the work of her soul, trodden.
She hoped they all saw and ached
At how they all had treated her rotten.
She thought, "it's never too late
to never again be forgotten."

But she never realized the stake
That her thoughts had wrought in.
This misguided emotional state,
Permanently set by the bullet she shot in.
Her twisted thoughts couldn't be straight,
Thanks to the pain that she had gotten.

Her death gave the pain an unlikely trait:
It became a virus that, in others, had now begotten.
Her troubles she would indeed abdicate
To those that loved her, as if by the push of a button.

Con mi dedo riego color
En tu piel, en tu corazón.
Tus cabellos se pegan
Y tu sonrisa desata.

Sticky, shiny, runny, slow.
Dripping and falling at the same time,
Staining as it goes;
Changing, clouding my mind.

Who threw such wretch...?
I watch it twitch and stretch
In me.
Let me get up off my bed,
Against it's rubbery embrace,
and put a smile on my face.

Breathe.

Take
         A
             Deep breath.
exhale.

Close your eyes,
As the time
inhale...
Fades unseethed...
                             Just... breathe

exhale
 No words are necessary
The air feels humid, unstale
inhale

And right now
                          You
                               Are
exhale

Mine.

18 kisses on your lips, and one in your cheek;
As your two eyes look up from resting on the 17 muscles that comprise my shoulder.
I think of you three times and hour, every 16 hours I grow older,
Every one of my 15 glances of you make all four chambers of my heart weak.

Let every finger from my hand caress you for the next two weeks.
Let every single word of this sentence kiss you half a dozen times.
Let every note on the music scale sing 12 romantic songs that rhyme,
Because in every phase of the moon, like the Apollo that landed, it is you I seek.

My love for you is a logarithmic fact,
having as many lives as a mischievous cat.

Your eyes are poison,
Your smile is death.
Your touch is toxic;
Venomous, your breath.

And though I, in us, shouldn't pertain,
I want you to **** me over and over again.

I want to be wrong for all the right reasons;
melt your tongue into my skin, seize and
be my
prison.
I don't want to be right
for all the right reasons.

I hope that some day you believe
all the good things they say about you

I hope you stop trying to deceive
yourself when they say all the good and true.

I hope that, when they say you have a beautiful smile,
You smile more, instead of talking about how crooked your teeth are.

I hope that, when they compliment your outfit
You can say "thank you", not mentioning how it shrunk in the wash.

I hope that, when they compliment your kindness,
I emboldens you to repeat it, not be more careful on how it's done.

I hope that some day you believe
all the good things they say about you

I hope someday you see yourself
The way I see you.