"Shooting star! Make a wish!"
Phrases to tear one apart,
Make a wish? Out of this well filled with wishes which one to select?
What is a wish if no effort is made?
Sounding like a lyric, make a wish, but a wish I do seem to find myself having.
Though nearly impossible, hope still living within me.
Nothing is lost in shutting eyes and wishing upon a shooting star that things will change or be as should be.
So as a final wish will be made, thoughts scramble in my head.
A wish so clear nothing comes before it.
Lurking through this fogged up mind of mine a wish shines bright as nothing matters more than the hopes for tonight's shooting star.
A wish for Superman to throw on the cape once more and come save the day.
One day, someday, anyday, hopefully today,
Superman will fly my way.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

What is it worth to shout, when no one will reply?
What is it worth to scream, when no one hears the cry?
What am I worth, if I scream but no one listens?
What am I worth if my cry is only heard in these four walls I reside in?
Asking for help begging for a chance yet nothing good to come.
Stuck in a trance, my mind can't handle these thoughts.
Thoughts not new but still morbid.
Gruesome perhaps, enlightening to myself.
A point at last reached, not desired but truly deserved.
Calling one that will not answer, that once was there and has gone.
Mistakes in my shoulders being carried, clearly a well deserved scene.
A call for Superman to lift me up from this shadow I've hidden behind.
One last call please save me now.
I've lost all hope in myself.
Just one last call for Superman.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

The pain in your soul
bleeds through every word,
the sadness in your heart
is felt in every word

Nobody knows your pain,
nobody can truly understand
the comfort and end for which you thirst.
- ending it all is an option
But I dare you this first;

Erin, I don't know you
but your words are You
your words tell me your pain,
your writing is not in vain

Put Ending in your pocket,
keep IT in reserve -
Then go out and show them,
all those *******,
who you really are

Soon, you'll see,
the only reason you were ever able
to look them in the eye
is because you're a giant,
a god among mortals

Erin, we need you
not the world,
not the *******.
No, WE need you;
the Poets
the Painters
the Architects
the Doctors
the Lovers

We, need you,
for it is the feelers,
the compassionate,
that suffer the most -
People like YOU.

We need you Erin,
Because without Erin,
there's one less beautiful soul
one less person to admire a rainbow

Without you there's nothing to write about
Nothing to sing about
No reason to heal
No reason to love

Please, I beg you;
Stay a little longer
- Despite your pain -
Linger a little more
Because you make life worth living
for a great many - just like you

How have you been?
How was your day?
I ask myself this everyday.

Are you smiling?
Have you found your way?
I ask myself on the daily.

Where have you been?
Are you okay?
I think these thoughts away.

Will you say hi?
Will you come back?
Living in fear I think today.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

Met you one day but my heart was taken,
You became a friend worth keeping,
Time went by and my heart was broken,
He left me one day I was hopeless,
Cried for hours but that's not it,
Cried for months is more accurate,
Once I though he'd be the one,
To take my hand through thick and thin,
Guess he just couldn't continue.

I cried and cried you were my shoulder,
I cried a river yet you never left,
News were spread you felt something,
For this girl broken apart,
Then came the day 20th birthday,
The greatest gift given from you,
The day I left tears were spread,
But with that gift I came again.

Arrived that night to have some fun,
I couldn't help but think you might be the one,
Deep in a list of friends you spent some time,
But I came to realize you didn't belong,
That's okay I let go,
And with one kiss we had it all.

We held hands fell to dream,
Of a future we began writing,
Since that you have become,
Something more than a kiss or hug,
More than prince charming or a king himself,
You're my Marine and more to tell.

That being send conclusions made,
About a future with smiles ahead,
There is a phase I want to say,
To my Marine the one who's brave,
The phrase begins and ends like this,
"I love you till the world comes to end,
But even then I will love you more and hope to God you see in me the same forever you've given me"

I love you more than anything.

She
She is a *****
no, no not the dog kind
but the one that makes it hard to breath when she is around

She is the reason why I don't tell people who I am
because she uses oil as lipstick
you see my secrets seem to slip out of her mouth
and land in front of people that I don't even know

“ I did not know you were a bad kisser”
Do I, know you?

She is the reason why kids are afraid of monsters in their closets
I remind them not to get close to them
Or they will **** all of the skeletons out of your closet
Show everyone who they really are.

She haunted my nights
Staring at photos that now mean Jack

Then I got this funny feeling
Whenever I see you
Smiling
Looking
Down
ON ME?

You had these eyes
They sang me a beautiful song in a strange language
Telling me that everything will be okay.

We fogged up the car one night
Not because we were having ***
But it was because we were trading music to each other
You sit with me in a book store for three hours
And never look at the time
Because time was on our side

Whenever I'm with you I see time slowing down for us
And our kisses pass stories of embarrassing moments
Religious beliefs
And the brief story of your adventures in Europe.

Every kiss taught me that You are such a keeper
We are like grade school kids
Completely innocent to the slime
That modern dating has become.

She noticed us
She didn't like You and you know what
She was sad because She couldn't pull my strings anymore.
Whenever I saw She
She would be jealous
And you know what
Good, let She!

Is there a need to deny who you are?
And if there is what is the purpose?
Continue to pretend to be of a "superior" race, in the end you're still as the rest of us.
Slaves to a judgement based on the color of blood lines.
Admit to self that your heritage is as is known not as is spoken.
Stop the hipocrisy, and hunger for attention.
Clearly you lack patriotism and pride in who is truely running through your veins.