My girl is the softest planet
and I am unsure, but she says
the gaseous rings are clinging
tight to her knuckles and it is
after midnight when she finally
exhales and the room turns pink
and bright with starlight

On absent Tuesdays, and only those
of even number, we sit on docks
and watch the city float by
on cumulonimbus and pouring
and hail tie-dying the whites on our shirts
and blue eyes gray in stony reflection

Purple tangle watches, thorny stems
on a chase through the downtown streets
after falling for and off of you
under creaks of a lifting bridge

Put my faith in a bottle,
                                        and watched it *drain.

The blindness that I live inside
Cuts my dreams like an acute knife.
There's no escape from being lost
Between the values of life-cost.
Once I have tried to find the place
Where I belong, define my race,
The disappointment sinked in my
Yet not matture, but still held high
My childish head, my simple thoughts,
My being, daydreams. Barking shots
Have killed my hopes of joyful youth.
I have been prisoned in the truth,
Cruel reality of wars,
Unbreakable and racist walls.
Why does the World still keep its silence
While orphaned children sink in violence
Of the unknown enemy who came
To their land, but they're the ones to blame?
This enemy has broken heart;
He says that he was teared apart,
And now the shadows of the pain
Turn to a fire-pouring rain
That falls on the heads of those
Who have never stepped that close
To death, that they have never caused,
But to resistance are now forced.
My dear enemy, I have found myself
With serial number on your "victims shelf";
I have found myself between the lines
Of ones whose lives have been turned to lies
By social media of yours,
That eats your food and wears your clothes.
The World is now controlled by the charming sound
Of tingling money in pockets of the croud,
This greedy power leads to blinding ray
Of darkness that cuts my dreams every single day.

Please don't break.
Not again.
Hold it together,
you've done so well
don't let the presence of death
upon your doorstep bring you down.
The blade is faded and no longer a vice
even though it calling your name
lures you in again and again and again,
it is not your friend.

Don't do it, don't cry.
You are more than the circumstance
that surrounds you.
You are stone,
you are strong and unbreakable.
The tides of the times you've tried
are heavier than the crosses you bare
so even when that weight is upon
your frail shoulders, don't break.
Pick yourself up and get some exercise.

The scars are finally healed,
and no one can see them
no more nagging questions,
no more paranoia.
The flesh isn't just skin anymore,
it's apart of who you are,
who you've become
so don't let who you are
in this moment of turmoil
break all your progress.
You are more than this.

Tainted,
life has been that way
since you were young
and although you know
what exactly it feels like
to never catch a break
because you're held down by instances
that can't be controlled,
The chaos is mandatory
but suffering through it is not.

So tie your worries to all of your dreams
and watch the dreams carry your worries away.
Today is not a bad day.
Take off your shoes and dance in the rain.
Today is a good day.

I told you I'm sorry,
for breaking too often and not building enough,
but you told me some things are meant to be broken-
things other than my smile.
So I smiled and you told me it was like poetry,
soft, troubled but always within reason.

my heart wants to understand and
be refound in what my mind reads.
a clarity of what happens in front of me
because is hard, and I get tired.
so tired of trying
and slowly I let go. becoming numb.
staying like that until I'll figure it out
to cry myself to sleep at night
to make rhymes in my head
with
this disease
how sick is that?
thought, I can still see "the forest"
but is not green. is grey to black.