"You shouldn't judge others position and assume that you know what is best for them. You truly never know how is feels to be where they are; until God puts you in their place"



"The observant of the eye may be cruel and hurtful, but the experience of the heart makes it even harder to let go."




-A dedication to my mom



I take a step back and I look at what I have

Then a flash from the past steps forward

Makes me realize that my greatest fear also remains in the future

All of my life I've judged her past

Never thinking twice that her life was just as bad

Always assuming that she deserved better

But every time I changed her life, it only became worse

As God comes in, testing me if I would stick to my words

That I once spoke before

I found myself weak, unable to close the same door

I look around and I realize I am reliving her life

God just put me in her position, to make me see what it would feel like

Then I look at the others, finally understanding that God is testing them too

To put us in her position, Just to see what we would do

To see if we would realize that we are falling into her mistakes

God judges us everyday, just to see how much we can really take

I look at my man, I see the resemblance of someone that I use to hate at the end

How much suffrage and pain they put her through

My hatred for them just grew

Now it hurts to see the same in his eyes

But his greatest fear still holds him back

Though I'm scared that he would just snap

Then another flash back ran across my mind

Of an image of my mother being the victim of their crime

Now I face reality, standing in line

But instead of being in a child's place

God switched me to view another one's eyes

And stuck me in my mother's past time

Hey Big Sister, as I walk through this life I walk in your foot steps, that are just a little bigger than mine. Sometimes I like to walk a little faster, just to be right by your side. Then I slow down, so I can watch you be my guide through this life. As I let you take my hand to show me the way, I follow closely for I know you wont let me fade.




You taught me so much Big Sister, how to love, how to fight and how to forgive. To love our family and close ones, to fight for what we believe in, and to forgive because life is too short to have a grudge. Big Sister, you reminded me that love is thicker than water, and people do come and go, but family stays with you forever. For they are the greatest love we have to hold close.





Big Sister, all my life I looked to you for guidance, even if you didn't know. You are are my hero. For when i look at you I see wisdom beyond my years. But I am still yearning to learn all that you have to teach me. The mile stones I cross, I never get loss; for you still make way for a path for me to follow.



Big Sister, make sure you tell dad that I love him and that he always crosses my mind. There's not a day that goes by when I don't reminisce about our memories. Tell him I hope to see him again soon,for the pain of separations hurts. I miss him dearly.



As I continue on this life it gets harder; at some points it is not as what I thought. Luckily, I have you Big Sister. To help me grow and manifest in a woman that I need to become. You have taught me so much in this life and always will. Big Sister, I love you. And even though I have grown, a part of me will always need you. My hero in this world and the next.

"Sometimes I wonder if the questions that are left unanswered is only for the best. Once the truth is revealed I would have to face reality, instead of just pretending that it don't exist. But, I need to know."



I can no longer take the silence.

Everyday it tears me apart; I know there is something missing.


Help me understand your deep secrets; then the pain will end.

So much assumptions contemplating in my head.

What if she really was not crazy?

Just maybe her pain torn and burned all she knew was reality.

Maybe she was just like me and discovered your lies.

But at the end those lies destroyed her.

Will they eventually destroy me too?

If they are left unanswered?

She has beauty; for she is told. Her dark brown eyes shadow the unknown because her bangs conceal apart of her sight. Her long, dark hair hangs down by her waist with some splint ends. Her dark skin reveals her nationality of being an Italian. She is short and petite, and she smiles at almost anything. Her body expresses art. With a tattoo on the back of her neck of her zodiac sign and then one on her hip with her God child's name, connecting to a butterfly. The diamond on her left hand shows that she will soon be married; to a man who became her best friend.


            She is a Capricorn who is ambitious, mentally strong, but is not easily understood by others. Her wisdom makes her successful in her achievements. Leadership is a demand for her and she is often stubborn. She withholds her independence, along with pride and does not like to show weakness. She likes to learn and understand about other individual's emotions and needs. Her kind heart makes it hard to leave a person suffering.  She always tries to lend a helping hand, but often involves herself too much with other's personal life. But, even though she is kind she is often underestimated. Her fights sometimes come without a warning and when her anger shows she seems to be a different individual. So, she tries hard not to reveal the side of her that shows hatred.

            She is artistic. She enjoys drawing and writing by expressing her feelings. Her writing is her life story that she likes to look back and reflect on. Her poems are one of the most prized processions that she keeps. It helps her to realize and understand the person that she manifested to be. She has a strong love for animals. Always wanting to save and adopt every unwanted creature. She enjoys interacting with wild nature.

"Which world do you prefer?"



An illusion created by one's mind

May destroy a life


For it is a disease of an irrational illness

Just another hide-a-way

To keep secretes



Separating the real world from fantasy

But, what happens if the delusions

Revealed what is underneath the lies that it be stoles?

And fantasies start to become the real world?



Are our dreams gaining so much power, that is takes full control?

Can it be true?

Humans are afraid to face the truth

So they prefer to live in a world that barely exists



The days light reveals reality

But when darkness falls

The night deeply sleeps away

As more dreams gets created

Adding more power to something that is fake

Then revealing the truth when we awake



Though our foolish minds don't dare to believe,

We would rather live in a world that we establish

When we fall asleep



So I keep running and running

Hoping to reach a stop

Wondering if I should leave behind

All I got

Here I stand,

Ready to take on everything, day by day



I once told myself never to be like my mother

And fear what life gives

Never be like my father

And drink my life away

I failed to do both

I'm not as strong as I thought I was

But I struggle to change



To find the strength and face reality

It is not as simple as most people tend to say

Now I see why others prefer

To hide-a-way

To this day I remain in confusion

Questioning how life can be so brutal



That it pushes us over the edge

To the point where we can't bare

Over time I came to realize

Life is a lesson that's needed to be learned

So be prepared to face the real world

Explosion of our biggest fantasy; comes to life, it's not a dream

Unraveling, getting deeper, growing stronger

Your heart heats up; the steady pound paces through your chest

Excrete faster from your body


Shaky, but excited

Scared, but ready

Lost, but found

Grasping on tightly

Breathing heavy

Sensational feeling that exceeds forever

Motion circling in cycles

Tender crest, but soothing touch

Deep romance, love

Roller Coaster ride with every bend, twist and turn

The Hills giving you butterflies

Then Foul play in the fields

No strike out, my heart is for the steal

Clutch the bat and take a swing

Make a home run, take the lead

Lets Play hide-and-seek

Try to find me

Clues behind every tree

Darkness makes you blind

Be still and listen to the sound of my voice whisper in your ear

Let it Tingle, linger

Chills slither down your spine

Light moans and cries

The wolf howling at a full  moon

It awakens the night

Take me running through the forest

I want to see every site

Be my guide, my light

Release the beast that you keep inside

Howling scorns, thunder storms

Lightening strikes and the thunder roars

Rain pouring; every drop cleanses my skin

Seeps down into my pores

You shift directions to be my shelter

To keep me dry

Hover over my body, so I can hold on tight

Get excited, become aroused

Feel every kiss

Scratches claw down, make a sound

Lets run faster and see where we can go

The sun rises and ends the night

But, even when it does I can still hear a wolf cry

A landscape described by an old woman, who lost her husband: You cannot mention the husband or his death

            Everything is cold, frigid and dark. The season of death is forcing the trees and grass to die. Even though beauty should surround by nature's cycle, the leaves look dull and colorless. There is movement around me, but my eyes are too numb to notice. I see children laugh as they play, but my ears are ringing in silence. The sun castes a dark shadow over my lonesome house; a house that was once a home, but now it is filled with sorrow. My body remains in an inert form as my porch swing sways back and forth with a creek. My hands are constantly shaking, a frequent reaction that my body responses to. The wrinkles that are engraved in my skin show ages of growth and a long life on Earth. All that remains with me are memories, but the only thought that is buried in my head is the bitterness.

A tree described by a young man who just committed a ******: You cannot mention the ******

            A panic, my heart races uncontrollably. I run forever long on a never ending road; my skinny, long legs sped up my run. My baseball cap seals the light from the deep, velvet-red sunset as I get lost in a forest. My surroundings blended; everything looked the same, but then there was one tree that stood apart from the others. My run turns into a jog and then a gimpy walk. My knees buckle the closer I become and then I stop---my soul is capture. A maple tree stands in front of me, although this tree is not like other mother nature's creations. It is black, like a dark abyss hole that is carved out of Earth. Vines curl, as each layer has grasp claws at the end of each branch. Death at each tip with veins engraved in every leaf. I step in, drawn to the scent of sweet maple syrup. I place my filthy hand against the hollow trunk; it rests there for a while. Then gouges are ripping a part one of nature's beauty. The slashes went deeper than craters on the moon. The sap---dark as blood, oozes out of every crack of the tree. I quickly remove my hand; I step away to see my hand print, my true identity covered in the blood of guilt.    



Describe a landscape as seen by a tiger: Do not state it is a tiger

            The long green grass covers my face as I bury it near the ground. I wait patiently to hunt for my prey. My nails cress the dirt under my feet; I can feel every movement in the palm of my hand. Silence surrounds me; the wind is easily heard through the shift of my ears. Close, but in a distance my desire thirst will be tame. As a king I have power over my kingdom. I live in a throne, next to a waterfalls and an open valley. I roam during the day to fest, as the sun sets over the jungle I protect. Closely I watch; my heart beats and then I am ready. Blood drips from my mouth and the look of death glares through my yellow eyes. I am satisfied and all I leave behind is a warning, a print in the desert ground marking where I have hunted.  

A building described by a man who just lost a son in a street fight: You cannot mention the son, the street fight or the man who is viewing the building

            A dark shadow peeks over a head as the fog makes it a little vague. The shattered windows leave a deep hole; the glass lies on the ground beneath the concrete. Dark circles around all the doors. Dullness walks up the side of every inch of the walls. The top is slightly slanted and slowly breaking down. The stable support beam is becoming more dependent on its neighbor. Man's creation is crumbling down by the heat of the burning fire and the powerful noise of screaming innocence. But near the top a ball lays. The youth of a blue striped ball rolls down the broken hills. It tries to escape the death of the flames, but gets trapped. Squealing tires screech a high pitch and then the sirens ring. The structure finally collapses.

Describe the same building, but through the eyes of a woman who is in love: You cannot mention love or the in love couple

            In a mirrored image of beauty and joy, black turns to white, as grey turns to light. Open windows scattered, allowing the sun to peep through. A colorful atmosphere that has flowers and green grass, which arch every corner. The sidewalk smooth like the skin on my legs. Everything is perfect that even the flaws are unnoticeable. The stairs leads to Heaven's gate filled with prosperity. The support beam is built out of steel; it is sturdy and hard to break. The doves chirp; each one is paired singing a perfect harmony. The tune holds an everlasting sense of wonder and companionship between every dove. The walls crawl with bright reds and the sky mixed with deep blues. A painting created by an artist filled with passion.