Have you found that thing yet?
That thing that makes you feel at peace
Have you found the meaning of your life yet?
And I'm not talking about a wife and kids.
Is something that comes at ease
Do you have that It thing?
Tell me what It is
Some people have tons of ****
And I only feel bliss
And we will never be complete
Until we find that thing
That thing inserted in your mind
That you should be someone,
Someone Important,
Otherwise you've failed as a person.

Interrupted dreams and desires
By my daily routine
Interrupted breathing.
I can barely breathe
From the dust that surrounds me
From all the pain that caused me
This life interrupted
The things that make me happy.
Because I gotta do my laundry,
And pay bills , no other way to live
I cant even have a hobby
No energy or money
And again I cant breathe,
I got an allergic reaction from
Not pursing my dreams.

I hate it, I despise what I do.
Cause It aint true
I'm not happy, I change my mind
I wanna go back in time
And say no to all those lies
That made me become the person I am
Today, I'm Sad, lost, and depressed
Without a purpose,
Without a cause,
Without anything I care about,
Life is hard when you don't love what you do
You only wish you could fly to the moon
Or leave the world you're In
You only want to dream
About places you haven't been
Cause you're tired of living only to survive
You don't feel alive
If I could start over, erase and rewind
Maybe later, maybe Never

Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f

Nadie quiere amar
Solo alejan la posibilidad de  
Pensar que es posible ser amado
Solo siento que me pierdo en mi
mundo de tristeza
Luchando por estar en paz
Nadie quiere , nadie viene, nadie vuelve
Y sera que soy yo quien repela al amor
Al vivir, al querer ser feliz?
Me falta completar en la vida
Andar con la frente en alto
y decir que no me importa con quien ando
Esperar que algun dia llegue ese momento
En el cual me sienta bien y no mal
Y dejar de esperar en que alguien va llegar
Que se quede y que se quede..
Y que no me deje ir jamas.

Me husmeas y me dejas
Oliendo a ti, Al sabor de tus besos
en mi boca
Pero te vas, siempre te vas
Siento que te pierdo
Porque ya no estas
Y si quisieras te podrias quedar
Pero te vas, dejando una parte de ti en mi
De la cual no me puedo safar
Y es tu aliento que invade mi interior
Atada me siento a un aroma
A cada olor de tu cuerpo
Y puedo estar comiendo y
Me acuerdo al sabor de lengua
Aquel dia que olvide tu fragancia
Ese dia olvidare mi infancia.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

Or is it getting surgery for when I’m older?

They say what matters it’s on the inside

But my friends only talk about breast size

And if it’s okay to wear my natural hairstyle

But they only criticize

I have flaws but if I show them, I got a problem

This need for perfection, Leaves me broken

Feeling bad for not being chosen

Because of my appeal, but some people out there

Don’t care.. Yes they do,

Everyone cares about little details like gray hair

Maybe someday I can be careless and free

And not worry about all these things..