As a child,
livin' struggle after struggle,
barely eating every night,
seeing different avenues every other night,
many parking lots,
and different hot dogs from different
gas stations,
I learned something so profoundly:

Life is crazy.

You two look great together.
Some may even say
a match made in heaven.
He's my best friend,
almost like my brother,
and you . . .
You were my everything-

This relationship was my
Armageddon.

The two most important
people in my life
committed
the most horrendous
betrayal
known to a man's heart.

I was fooled, I was played.

Both of you grabbed my heart
and just destroyed it;
y'all tore it apart.

My soul,
my smile,
my everything
was just an illusion.

I loved this woman,
heart and soul.

And he,
who I thought was my brother,
knew exactly how I felt
for this woman.
He knew I wanted to give her
my name.

But they both schemed
a plan together.

Traitors.

And now I'm here,
drunken with anger and hate.
Asking myself,
"What did I do wrong
to receive this fate?"

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.

She was what I wanted in a woman:
sensible, good-humored, and lively.

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.

What infatuated
her
about him
was the ability
he was blessed with
of touching her
in such a
unique and genuine
manner
that no other living creature
had ever done.
How he could
touch her
and nothing else
ever mattered anymore;
a connection
so beautiful that neither both
could ever explain
in mere words.
How he could touch
her
without him ever
touching
her at all.
That's what
infatuated
her
the most about him.

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.

You see,
I could stare at those
beautiful eyes of yours
for an eternity.
Admire the perfect
lining and texture
of your lips
and cherish your soul
with the warmth of my heart.

I want a relationship
between you and I
where sweet love-making
turns into rough ***,
hugs into kisses,
and a ring into forever.

Being your shield throughout
the storms that life brings,
your rock when you most
need support,
but most importantly
be the love that you would
never forget.

Sure, we may have differences,
but those differences
would be meaningless.
Our love would be so much
more stronger
and much more deeper
than our differences.

Every flaw that you would
find in yourself
and would hate,
it would be another reason
why I would love you
even much more.

Those imperfections
that you would hate about yourself
would be the things
that I would love and adore
about you.

Imperfection is beauty.

And now whenever you wished
you could be perfect,
my love, you'd already be
absolutely perfect in my eyes.

Perfectamente, mi amor.

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.

Love her
                                               enough to
                                              keep her fire
                                                 burning.

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 was a love letter woman
               in a text message world.

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.

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.

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!

It does not matter what day,
or what time of the day it is,
this is all that I would much
rather be doing with her
and only her.

Just to lie next to her;
embrace every single fiber
of her existence.
To nurture her soul
with the nectar of my love.

Cherish her all:
her soul,
her heart,
her body,
her dreams,
her laughter.

And with each minute,
fall more and more
in love with each others'
presence.

Just her and I.

She was a written love letter
              in a text message world.

Time passin' by
as a wind
on a cool evening day
in Fall.
And besides me,
an empty,
untouched notepad
waitin' for it to be
touched with its love,
the pen.
Infatuated still
with a thought-
a dream,
that rests in a hopeless
place.
Miles and miles away,
still occupying
my heart and soul
each and every single day.