punxsutawney phil has nothing on me
i see my shadow every day
not that great, not something to see
i wish i could hibernate my life away

I sleep a lot these days,
more than I used to.

Some people say I'm depressed,
but that's okay,
because she's here with me
in my dreams,
we walk and we talk,
and we smoke and we joke,
and sometimes we hold each other
and make love.

Those are the mornings
I wake up
with a piece of granite
and I realize
I'm still alive
and how much
I really miss her
and her sweet
sloppy
succulent
kisses.

So bring it Sandman,
you're burning daylight,
and I want to live
with her at least
one more time.

I want to feel passion
For love, life, career
Sometimes it seems impossible
But obtainable, so I hear

To do something I love
Is a dream of mine
I don't think in this pursuit, I'm one of a kind

When the passion is gone
For anything in life
It's hard to get up
When your heart's full of strife

I'll continue my journey
With hope in my heart
Looking for passion
I know it can't be far

To watch,
Blood run through your veins and know,
You can stop it, quick or slow.
The lack of complications with which you could potentially be the murderer of your own breath.
And for what?
To prove to the world that you as many others have become vulnerable of your own mind?
Victimized by tragedies or scenarios of twisted "what if"s.
Of love found and lost,
Love from birth and ripped away from your heart like a knife to a steak.
To prove to yourself that you no longer must live in pain or fear.
Fear that consumes your every breath and thought that crosses your condemned mind.
You feel as though it will not get better than sitting in denial in a room full of voices begging for peace in a world that is not our own, voices crawling from no lips only from your own self inflicted insecurities.
But I,
I, am not here to let this monster of a thought consume you.
I, for one, am a stranger.
A stranger to you but not to this monster.
I too have battled the war between peace or life.
I too have swam accross the vast oceans of thoughts screaming to fulfill their wishes.
But I won this battle.
And I will be the knight to stand by your side when it is time to make the decision.
Between life, or a commitment of suicide.
I am the real you I am the one who lives the one who wants to make you smile and find love that will not betray you but for that you must trust me.
You must trust that there is in fact a light at the end of the tunnel as cliché as it may sound.
So listen to this last phrase for it will **** the voices of torture.

You are worth every breath and every tear, you are worth it all and more, be the knight and fight the battle, you will win, because we all believe in you.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

//
The Child who
Takes pollute air
Since his birth
Slowly and Slowly
He who has forgotten
The purity of nature

Day by day
He has lost
His serene soul
Now he does not recognize
The beautiful green
He has almost forgotten all the way
To the release of

All the fault of the person
Who is to take over again,
To be released
Along the way to
Where it all away

Where,

Politics is only for the king
There the truth is always
Caught up in lies
There is no opposition
To his position
Before the creation
Of the prison

There,
However,
The word democracy is admitted
To the hospital,
And there is no way
Where all dreams are overrun
Where the sun has arisen
And has beckoned him,
His voice has sunk again

Where,

You are quietly separated
Is distinguished
From the beautiful

Your eyes are a waste of
Add all to fade
 
Your tongue is tasteless
Messy to eat
 
Light will be taken away
You stuck to the four walls

Words send away
Your pen down

His(King) fawning
To consciousness
Where there is
No opposition in opinion

However,
There is not an option
For Freedom

Where there no pigeon
To fly in the sky
And there is not going
To write a poem

Because it may go
Against the King
Where the freedom
Is completely exiled
//
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I don't take life too seriously
more like popcorn and cotton candy
My writing is raw and somewhat simple
Not real acne, just a pimple

Funny sometimes
And sometimes very dark
An awful lot to say
About a broken heart

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
Somtimes very angry and  mad

Ill always find something to write about
Whether it's the ocean or love or a case of the gout

I'll keep writing, I'll never hold back
Unless they take me off my Prozac

The alarm went off, playing her favorite song
She hit snooze again, knowing it was wrong
There was nothing she’d rather do,
Then stay in bed all day
With her young lover, they’d cuddle and play

The alarm was relentless
She had to get up
When she looked over at him
He was refilling his cup

Did he sleep at all?
Has he been up all night?
He’s still drinking,
Is that right?

He staggered over to the bed
looking all shook up
His face a tint of green
Was he going to throw up?

Living in the fast lane
Is it pleasure or is it pain
Doesn’t seem to matter
As long as you can’t feel
Hiding in your bottle
Where nothing is real

So much for the cuddling
So much for this day
She jumped in the shower
She had to get away

She left her apartment
He was passed out
What would she find tonight
She really had no doubt

How can she help him
It’s not even love
It’s just pure compassion
From the Lord above