que la lluvia te bese en los brazos
y que lo quieras
que el sol te caliente el alma
y que lo dejes
que el aire te ayudé volar
y que te vayas lejos

que la lluvia se vaya
y que te duela
que el sol se bajé
y que te pondras fría
que el aire se acabe
y que te caigas

Simple motions Always with repetition
Consistently being dealt
Creating physical pain felt From those so close Those who are to protect him
The voice you hear
Repeats ever so clear
As the words begin
Time and time again
The cruel sounds from
Those who are to protect him
Small simple details
Seemingly inconsequential When they are viewed
The hurt lies within

meandering paths, blind turns
unfathomable milestones, sand built inns
rarely comes across the shiny black tar
imparting hope, embracing dithering steps
yet, set aflame by desires we tread on,
hurting ourselves onto the
path vanishing into the oblivion

emptiness
its not much of a feeling,
but a state of mind
its like a void that cannot be filled
it has absorbed everything
but its never full
it swallowed everything
there is nothing
but its not full
its empty


there is sound far off
there is a thump
a thump so silent
i cannot hear it if i think
inside the emptiness
there is nothing
i cannot see
its dark
its empty

I sit at my window for months, watching the seasons go by.
I look at the dandelions grow in the spring,
and the kids from the block running through the sprinklers, smiling, during summer.
I watch the leaves turn colors on the trees, then the glide slowly onto the ground,
and in the winter, I like to watch the snow fall cheerfully onto the bushes, and see glistening lights on roofs.
I sit at my window for months, hoping that one day, the seasons wont change.