Wasn't that the rainbows
were too far away, it was
that you were always close
and I never had a reason
to venture any further.

I cry on starless night,
I lose myself
in an empty sky,
for a love
that was just
an illusion.

You say that
I'm nothing,
that there's better
than me
elsewhere.

I gave you
my life,
but you leave
me dying.

You have no heart,
no feelings,
just that beautiful
porcelain skin,
that face
that goddesses
envy.

Your love
was my poison.

Being in this class
reminds me
of how unhappy
I am.
It reminds me
of all the dreams
and goals that
I want to accomplish.
The freedom
that I linger for
in my life.
The people that
I want to meet
and all the knowledge
that I want to
acquire before
I reach weakening
bones and white hair.

I want to live.

As we both were
seemingly lost
in each other's gaze,
I asked,
"Describe the love
of your life,"
and with a simple grin,
she then responded with:
"Someone who makes me laugh,
first and foremost.
Someone who is honest
and real with me.
Someone who challenges me
and helps me grow
as a person.
Someone who treats me
the way I treat them.
Someone who sees me
as their equal
and nothing less.
Someone who treats me
like a Queen because
I would treat them
as a King.
Someone who is supportive
and always has my back
no matter what.
Just someone who loves me
unconditionally.. for me"
and as she finished,
my heart had melted
onto my organs
which gave me this
indescribably warm feeling
that I had never felt
and in that precise moment
I knew she was
the reason why I was made
and put on this Earth.
To love this woman
with all my might.
To love this woman
like no human
had ever loved another
human being.

Sometimes you're a photograph
faded deep in my mind.
Suddenly strong feelings
are rushing through
my existence,
that no matter how hard
I try,
I just cannot hide.

Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I can feel your presence
on my skin.

Once believing
that you were Heaven's blessing
poured into my well,
but then after all the shattering
you caused,
I still torment myself
by telling me that no matter
what,
you were still my most
precious and beautiful sin.

Though I know I deserve
someone whom
wants to share
her years and soul with me,
you're still that dark cloud
that haunts me
and won't allow me to see.

Confusing dilemma
between love and hate,
not knowing
if this is a test
or if our luckless romance
was fate.

Although you were
my absolute everything,
now that you vanished,
I feel absolutely empty.
I no longer feel anything.

But even after all of this,
you will always be
that beautiful thought,
that mistake one day to me brought.

Un maldito amor-
A ****** love.

If in Heaven
all the good souls
enter,
and in Hell
all malicious souls
enter,
are we all trapped
in the middle?
As if when we're alive,
this is our test
and if we pass,
we go to Heaven,
but if we fail,
we go to Hell.

But what does it mean
being able to
reincarnate?

You don't have to be
great to start,
but you have to start
to be great.
And I understand
that there will be days
that all you want to do
is give up,
all you want to do
is give in;
that success is nowhere
to be seen,
but don't give up.
See, when you're
in the verge of giving up,
there's that little
in-between space
that determines
how strong your will is
and
what kind of person
you are.

KEEP GOING,
YOU ARE
GETTING
THERE!

Gave my heart and soul to Christ.
Never have I ever realized
that He
was there for me
all the time.
Listened stories about Him
over a million times
and all my life
I believed that
every story and Him
were nothing but lies
until there was this emptiness
in my heart
that couldn't be filled
till in Him
I found a luminous
light.

I guess that in the end
you start thinking about the beginning.
Of everything
that you took for granted,
of all the people you once hurt
intentionally
or non-intentionally.
Of how good
you had things,
but were too blind to notice.
In the end,
you reflect every action
you acted upon
that every night
your mind-
your conscious,
tried to make you see
but you refused
to drown it
with chemicals.
I guess that in the end,
you constructed
your own demise.

Even when I have
absolutely nothing to lose,
I still pretend
that I have a billion things
to lose.
I don't know why,
but I do.

Even when I'm happy,
I get in too deep
in a zone that can trigger
all my bad experiences
and just bad things
that has, or had,
ever happened to me
in the past.

And with each breath
I think to myself,
"Is this my Heaven or is this my Hell"?
Traveling in a long road:
no directions,
no speed limits.
And though being cautious
isn't in my nature,
I'm traveling at a slow pace.
Although I'm traveling
at a slow pace,
I still fear that I may
collide
into a horrible fate.
A never-ending
drive to nowhere,
or it sure as Hell
feels like it.
Feeling like a brand new ride,
but with 300 thousand miles.

As children,
we are told
that the world
is one particular way.
And as we're
aging,
we, ourselves,
believe that it is
because we've been
believing it so
our entire life.
But then,
if we're bright enough,
just bright enough,
something stumbles
upon our ways,
and that's where our
brightness
comes in play;
if we're bright enough
to see what stumbles
upon us,
we grab it and see
what value can bring to us.
An idea,
a concept-
a vision that will forever
change of how
we view the world
we were taught to view
in another different angle.
And if we're bright enough,
something that not all are,
we will become
enlighten
and have something
that not many have
and that is vision.
Vision to see something,
and be able to see more
than it really is.
To see ahead of what
it could be.

A true relationship
isn't just about spoiling
each other
with lavishing gifts
or going out
to fancy restaurants,
but helping
one another grow
each and every passing day
as a person
physically, emotionally, spiritually,
and most importantly
mentally.
A true relationship
consist of two souls
who sees one another
in each other's eyes;
where if one moves,
the other moves as well.
A bond so unbreakable
that it could be bent,
twisted, and twirled
but never break.
A relationship where
the two of you
can see genuine beauty
where others failed to,
and simply loving
one another unconditionally.

As the night sky
covered
our continent,
and everyone
slept soundly,
her arms
embracing my naked body
and whispered
onto my ear
and confessed,
"I fell in love with you
because of the little things
you never knew
you were doing".
And from that moment,
I just knew that
I was hers.
Hers, and nobody else's.
And my dear friends,
that was all
I ever wanted in this life..

The power of poetry
is powerful as much
as any gun.
It could fill you with
much rage
or happiness,
but is powerful.
They say that the pen
is more powerful
than the sword,
and I believe
that because words
can really make
an impact in your life
whether you'd
like to admit it or not.

She embodied
romance
by the way she
still believed in love
after she has been hurt
too many times
in the past by men
who couldn't see the true beauty
that she was blessed
with.
Her soul was a rose:
beautiful, delicate,
and symbolic.

She asked,
"Share with me-
Share with me something
so personal
without a single word".

I thought about it.
How could I share
something so personal
of me without
a word
when I'm a poet?

But then,
I saw the most beautiful
piano in the room,
and as I saw it,
my fingers
felt so attracted to the keys.

It played and it played,
not knowing
that with each key
her heart grew warmer
and warmer.

Something so personal
to me became hers,
and from then on
she became what is now
something personal
of I.