life gave me all of its lemons
some more bitter than the rest
yet somehow i forgot
how to make lemonade
and invited an unwelcome guest

they sit at my table well-dressed,
grab a lemon and pick at the zest
until they reach the core
and lose their appetite
at the acidity they try to ingest

then i served my lemons compressed
added sugar afloat at the crest
they sipped on the liquid
then got to the bottom
and expressed their aching distress

now we plant orange trees to contest
all the yellow lemons that possessed
my citrus Eden
with fruits and flowers
and now sweeter juices to digest

In the beginning, there was light!
An infant, hopeful galaxy
Tailored with milky nebulas,
Twinkling stars,
Jupiter, Saturn, Venus and Mars
The Luz Del Sol ——
That which was ours
The moon and the Earth’s to share.

Then,
In a prolonged eclipse
The Luz was lost…
A shadow that the moon had cast
The centuries that it would last
The light years and eons amassed
An era of silent darkness…

So,
A lone astronaut
Out to venture the cosmos
Set foot on the moon,
The reflector of Luz,
An inspector whose
Two feet planted on
A dim crystal of blue
To mark a remarkable feat

Earth’s greatest adversary:
The Moon,
A receptacle who captures our Sol.
Skeptical of this spectacle,
This rocketeer had a mission:
To reclaim the Sol
From our opposition.
And to successfully carry
This acquisition,
He declares and proposes
One proposition:

“In Earth’s summer solstice
The Sol’s greatest rays
May not be stolen
Much to my dismay
So let it be even stronger
After the rain
Or the winter days
When my Sol’s been away
For far, far too long.”

So,
In the summer
I want to see the sunshine
I want to drink lemonade
I want to sing, dance
Scream and parade
Because the summer is full
Of the brightest days
And
I didn’t Luz my Sol

Dear Mon chéri,
I wrote you one thousand words
And you sent me back three
I delivered a letter
Hoping you’d get back to me
Days went by ——
And a few centuries…
Several months passed ——
Then an eternity…
I counted the hours
Waited impatiently…
Then,
You might’ve replied
One word
Two words
Three...
I write back a million more
But then it’s the same thing
A million words unread
And my books you didn’t read
That I dedicated to you
And you only. Indeed.
But dear Mon Chéri,
I like you.
I think?
Sincerely, <3 (heart: less than three)


And to whomever it may concern :)

I found ten reasons to hate myself
and you gave me ten more
Then that sum manifested
and multiplied by four

All of the things
from the eighty before
became something ugly
that I continued to explore

So, it made twenty more reasons
and now one hundred’s the score

Its all just a cycle
a never-ending encore
With a total too whole
and complete to ignore
With all these reasons
nothing is complete
Ugly and incomplete

If I wander any more,
then I’ve seen and felt everything
When I wander I’m at war
Fighting voices in the boxing ring
Why I wander, I’m not sure
I don’t wander for anything
But I’m not lost, I really could never be
Those people with chains they scowl at me
Whose chains would weigh my wandering feet
Purple with bruises by the terrain they meet
Longevity, I do not wander in futility
Wondering, do I wander aimlessly?
Wandering, naught but a title of vagrancy
If not with a purpose, I wander purposefully
But I’m not lost, I never was, I never will be

I wrote you a book
You threw it under your bed
You skipped over the pictures
And skimmed what it said
You’re the moon
You’re not the brightest
And you haven’t even the slightest
Idea of what
I’m trying to tell you, but
When you stop pretending
That this unending
Never-ending cycle
Of trying to make you feel
What I want you to feel
Has been really imaginary
Then I’ll be the most
Successful writer
But once again
I wish you would read my book

My tear ducts are like leaky faucets trickling against the inferno that infests my eyes

Wind gusts tease and bellow the flames that engulf my pupils

With each wink and blink the droplets dance atop the hellish fumes

Direly tranquilizing the fiery daggers that pierce my eyes

What if you were God?
You could find my prayers addressed to you unsent,
You could laugh at the hysterical things I’ve dreamt,
You could spy on where I am and where I’ve went,
The things I’ve done and the things I’ve yet,
The things I cherish or want to forget,
And in the end, I am only content
I do what I want, I don’t want to repent.

At 830 PM
I think and then
I think too much
And think of them
I can't sleep
I think to sleep
I think of you
I think of me
I think that
I think at
The worst times
My worst times
Times that happened
Times I want to happen
Time that ends
Times that began
Times where I had no more time
I had no more rhymes
To make a poem make sense

Go overseas
Let water divide us
Then build a boat
And let water provide us
A way
Away
Go away
But please come back
Another day

You slur my tongue
You leave me amnesia
You speak to me speechless
You flew to Ibiza

You sound like jewelry
You pressure my diamonds
You want me unwanted
You sailed to the islands

You greet me routinely
You teach me adieu
You feed me malnourished
You walked over Sioux

You travelled the world
You flew into space
You filled my mind empty
And then I’m awake

I still want you, dreaming
I sleep walk to chase you
I created your destruction
I might have misplaced you