the truth is;
that i'll never stop loving
you.
that i will care about you
more than anyone around
you.
that everything you do makes
me smile;
every word, action, and hug
you give me,
makes my day better
and better everyday.
that i will lose my outside feelings
for you,
but not the ones inside.
because thats a whole different story.

but the truth also is;
i hate you
so much.
because i still love you
even after what you did to me.
you destroyed and broke my heart
every day after.
thinking that you totally forgot about me
and didn't care for me.
i gave you everything you wanted, too.
the attention, how i cared about you so much,
the advice i gave you with what you struggled with.
you gave it to me in return as well.
but not as much as me.

the truth is;
that yes i still love you
very, very, very much.
and nothing can change that.

Everlasting Skillful Method

and i guess i'm just asking,
if all the things you said to yourself, appeared on your body,
would you still be beautiful?

we weren't, aren't and never will be, in love

Even when I was young,
I knew things,
perceived things you didn't think I could.
I knew it was time to stop talking,
when that distant look suddenly crept into your eyes.
I knew it meant you weren't really there anymore,
you'd traveled back in time.
I learned quickly,
there are some things you don't ask a man.
Ever.
As I've grown I've learned more,
still probably without your knowing.
I know when you attempt sleep,
memories you've learned to shroud from light of day,
spring forth and reign terror on your dreams.
A grotesque cinematic beyond my imagining,
yet all too real.
I know why you struggle with people,
and with crowds.
I know to you,
anyone and anything could be an enemy, a hazard.
I know to this day you see blood on your hands.
I wish you knew your sons do not.
I know when you look in the mirror you see a monster.
A younger you, with hollow eyes
and as you once so eloquently said,
"A smile that speaks, of death delivered"
I wish you knew,
to your sons you stand a warrior.
Tried but unbroken.
I know you didn't want to go.
I know a part of you died there.
I can hardly fathom,
how deep it cut to return home labeled a murderer, and worse.
So much guilt already on your shoulders.
But I know you've never gotten over it.
I just wish there was a way to tell you,
it is not your fault.
You did the best you could,
you did what you had to do.
Maybe someday you'll understand,
You are not what happened there.
Maybe someday I'll find a way to tell you,
The war is over, dad. Come Home.

My favorite fruit la mas sabrosa
La mas Hermosa mi querida
Esposa la bella rosa pienso en ti
Me muero sin ti Ya te vi
Cambiastes bien mucho
Pero todavia te quiero mas
Y bien mucho estas mas shorty
Es lo de menos me gustan tus cenos
No muy grandes tampoco chicos
Soy tu chico de tu tipo
Tus labios estan jugozos
Con amor los gozo
Comerte entera como el ozo
Eres mayor que yo en edad
Pero soy mas grande en realidad
No importa si no eres la mas bella
Para mi eres una estrella
La Luna Que Alumnae Mi Camino
No tengas miedo, para mi nunca
Seras fea, para mi siempre seras
La Mas Bella

From times immemorial,
We have dreamt ,
Carved ourselves,
The crown of grace.

A little girl walks today,
With big dreams and passion.
A women of tomorrow,
With power and ambition.

Great things does she,
From wisdom to the heart.
Not only the vessel of mankind,
But also the anchor of life.

Thank darkness
Because it shows you light.

Thank sadness
Because it shows you mirth.

Thank sickness
Because it shows you health.

Thank death
Because it shows you life.

Depression
Are the cards that I am dealing
  Solitaire is the game
Everything that I am feeling
  They are mostly the same

     **Trigger
Shooting off a gun
  I will try running away
Again no more fun
  I have also tried to pray

     Angel
Appearing in front of me
  Even though I thought she was gone
My insecurities flee
  I am no longer a pawn

     Love
I never thought I would find
  Someone as beautiful as this
She keeps blowing my new mind
  Then, gives me, long forgotten, bliss