i see colors,
i feel darkness.
i see happiness,
i feel pain.

what is real
what is illusion?
i see cries,
i feel hope;
which to choose
in a world swallowed by chaos?
look within,
feel the light.

dark shadows cascading...
wherein lies the effervescent flower,
awaiting her blooming.
tampered by the darkness,
an eternity in hell.
trapped beneath the ruins,
upon when sorrow first fell.
luminescent in the sky
crystal clear cut blue,
the wounds have smoothed.
the blooming is near.
encompassed in her cocoon..
centuries gone by
solitude is key.
time is the grand healer,
nothing else matters.
awakened is the furnace, fueled by her heart
inside lies the door
once opened, unconfined
dozens of light radiated by kaleidoscopes
the key to pandora's box
her mind and her heart
awakened from the start
the snake which swayed fate
the hand laid to make way
evil's gone.
happiness is here to stay.

what brings me solace in this cold world?
when the days are short,
the sun doesn’t come up anymore.
scarcity is all we know.
scarcity in love.
hope.
freedom.
peace.
the twinkle in your eyes,
the widening of your lips.
when you kiss me, it all crashes.
and just for a moment,
one very moment,
the world feels still—
and hope exists.
-v.la

his gaze lit me up,
his touch electrified my soul;
and created a ravenous hunger within me, a want, a need,
to consume every portion of his being.
for our souls to connect and synchronize,
for us to become intertwined, and
for the lust, and passion,
to engulf everything in its path, and literally, eat. me. alive.
-v.la

it hurt when you tried to leave my life,
but make me stay in yours.
it hurt, when you looked at me,
but bit back the words that were suffocating you,
constricting your throat,
dying to rise to the surface
like an anaconda,
slowly but surely tightening its grip on it’s prey, squeezing the life out a being,
silencing your deepest convictions.
i watched in silence, hoping, praying, for the satisfaction of your words, strung simply by the syllables and sounds of this human constructed language.
but, what hurt even more, was knowing what you had to say,
feeling it,
but STILL,
remaining in silence.
it hurt when i couldn’t be the one to help you, or even more, help you help yourself.
it hurt when your hurt,
hurt me.
when it reflected MY own pain,
when it wounded MY own ego, shattering it once again,
from all the time and effort invested in you.
but this was a different type of hurt.
because you didn’t hurt me. not actually.
I hurt myself.
I hurt myself when i unknowingly stripped my essence of it’s beauty and elegance,
by allowing, yet again,
another fail at “love” to define my being.
I hurt myself when i gave away my power to yet again,
another trial, which ultimately,
does not matter.
so i thank you.
i don’t thank you directly,
but i thank the you from which your actions derive.
i thank the experience, and the feelings in which i felt,
even if they were only negative.
i’ll always be thankful,
because without you,
i wouldn’t have realized that,
i am love.
my sole existence, my very being,
is love.
and at the core, so are you.
because we are one.
and if i am love,
so are you,
and it’s just a matter of time before you realize it too.
-v.la