She was a diamond
in the rough,
and yes,
although she's been
hurt too many times
in the past,
she, with all her heart,
still believes in
romance and true love.

She was comfortable
with all her defects,
and just by that
she knew she was
still beautiful.

And because of the way
she saw herself,
as beautifully imperfect
as she was,
her shine was
unstoppable.

Her worth was priceless.

*She was a diamond in the rough.

At first,
I felt that being
in this class was
a waste of time,
but as I kept attending,
I realized that
education is education.
That knowledge
is knowledge.
And who knows,
maybe this knowledge
could save my life
one day.

So as I was sitting down
in class,
a very old man came in
and sat down next to me.
And as I was doing my work,
from the corner of my eye,
I could feel him staring at me.
And with discretion,
I tilted my head
to see what was he looking at.
But yes,
he was indeed staring at me.
And so I asked,
"Do you need something, sir?"
and he replied,
"Sonny, I just look at you
and I think to myself,
'****. How I wish when
I was his age, I took my education
as serious as this young man is..'".
And as he said that,
a rush of warmth rushed through
my entire heart.
I smiled and said,
"Sir, it's never to late to educate
one-self."

Education is knowledge,
and knowledge is survival, folks.

SHE BUILT HER
DEMONS FROM
THE ASHES OF
BURNT MEMORIES.

                                                      SHE BUILT HER
                                                       ANGELS FROM
                                                        THE HOPE OF
                                               FUTURE MELODIES.

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.

I've been selfish.
I've lacked empathy.
I've cleaned my wounds
in the river and tied
my veins into knots.
Smoke rises above
the forest and for a
moment I hear a voice.
Sunlight dips into frame.

Before long, everything
fades and night falls.

Someday I'll be a father
who never had a father.

There are some times
when I wonder what
would my life be like
if my father had stayed.

Would I have gained
such confidence at an
early age to swing a bat,
or someone whom I could
go camping with and taught me
how to start a fire
instead of being such
a timid kid growing up.

Would my mother
have not such burden
to work twice as hard
just to feed my brother
and I by herself?

Such thoughts flooding
my entire mind—
but then I snap to reality
and say to myself:

"**** that guy."

Her spirit was
like that
of a flower:
So beautifully crafted,
so graceful,
so enchanting.
How her kindness
could
overwhelm
all the chaos
within one-self.
How she became
a reason
to smile,
even when you
had storms
following you.
The sun bathed
her with its rays,
the wind
gently played
with her soul.
She was the light
that gave purpose,
that gave hope.
She was the light
that broke the barrier
and filled
an empty dark shack
with pure
laughter,
happiness,
love and joy.

Oh yes..
Her spirit was
like that
of a flower.

As I am trapped here
in this class,
I see birds making
their free-will
a reality.
Only following
its instinct,
of where the wind
could push him
higher and higher.
Not ever looking back,
not once,
but only living his
life.
Only wanting to feel
the wind
caress his wings,
but also
hoping to find love.

Freedom and love.

Danger excited her,
gave her the fix
that she craved
during the day
that only night
could provide.
She embodied
feminism,
that she controlled
her destiny
and nobody else did.

let me nurture your soul
                          with all my love,
                                      my love.

There was just something
so deeply enamoring,
that you could not only
see it in her existence,
but you can
feel it in her eyes
as well.
That it did not matter
what anyone
thought,
said,
or believed about them.
That all that it only mattered
was what they had-
and that was love.
There were no need
for words,
they understood each other
fluently with just one look.
And with just one look,
serenity soothed their
soul, mind, and heart.
But he-
he only saw her for how
she truly was:
Glorious, radiant, spectacular,
and absolutely perfect
because his perception
of women did not limited
his sight.
He, as a man,
understood quite well
that he had the
responsibility and duty
to assure his woman,
to make her feel,
to make her sense,
that he was not just
captivated,
but intrigued,
in her.
That he was in search
for the depth
of her inner beauty
to the point that it
overwhelmed
all her flaws,
her insecurities,
her fears,
and spark this
wild passion
within her
to want to give her
entire devotion to him.
That she could release
her mind, body and soul.
Entregarse ella misma
so passionately,
so eternally,
to just him and only him.
That she could release
all that beauty that she kept
hidden away.
To finally let someone love
her just for the way she is-
as flawed as she was,
as unattractive as she
sometimes felt,
and as unaccomplished
as she thought she was.
To believe that she had to hide
all the parts
of her that were broken,
out of fear
that someone else was
incapable of loving
what was less than perfect.
How two minds became
infixed with raw love
and tender affection.
Believing that the body
if his woman
was what God promised-
Paradise.
How it should be touched,
how it should be explored
with a rose;
his love.
Caressing her flesh
as though the rose itself
were the wing
of an angel.
He understood
how his woman
should be touched.

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.

Is as if fate placed us both
at the same time,
at the same place,
with the same hope:
To find love.

With your long,
and beautiful blonde hair,
dazzling blue eyes,
and such enchanting smile.

And as you walked closer
to I,
my knees finally
has a taste of
what an Earthquake was,
my heart raced
tremendously fast,
as if it didn't know
what stopping was,
my face red
as a rose,
as though the rose
made eternal
passionate love
to my face.
But as soon as you spoke,
I knew divinity did existed.

I knew that you were
the kind of woman
that a man
would spend an entire life
wanting to love
endlessly and unconditionally.

Live* before you die.