Sometimes I don’t write for a while
And I feel like I have betrayed someone… myself?
But when I come back I don’t try to search for a style
For I still feel like I am that same someone… myself
That friend, that poetic friend in my head
Schizophrenic? Maybe, but I’m keeping this voice here until I’m dead
It speaks volumes… I’ve missed it
When it peaks like the tallest sand dunes… like the sun, I can say ‘I’ve kissed it’
For I love the voice in my head, ‘in love’ I dare say
And no matter how long we may be parted
We are still together in a weird way
We’ve been through a lot, my voice and I
We’ve mesmerized them with wordplay
We’ve delved into hip hop and befriended the pen, both poetic in their own way
And came back with a ten point five out of ten
In July, on this eleventh day.

She stand before me,
Skin caressed by the soft moon light.
Her hazel eyes,
Dancing like the stars above.
Mesmerizing,
Electrifying.
This beautiful woman before me,
Is everything I have longed for.
She stands within reach,
All I have to do is reach as well

What would've happened that day, if I would've asked you to come with me?
Was that all it would've taken?
Was that all that you wanted?

Would you have taken my hand and jumped onto the shells of those turtles with me?
Would you have smiled?
Letting me know that was the question you for so long wanted to hear?
Is what's fantasy for me, reality for you?
Are our wants the same?
Our dreams identical?

Do you imagine the times we could have?
Moments that never happened?
Kisses we've never shared?
Embraces with prominent absences?
Love we've never made?

Do you play with your hair, as I bite my nails?
Do your smiles mean the same thing to me as mine mean to you?
Are we laughing for the same reason?
Out of ecstasy?
Anxiety?
Excitement?
Do we flow in each other, like water?

I reveal everything I feel to you
And I will never mind that
To you
I can be naked
No aprovecharas

You feel my heart
Let me feel yours

“I’m gonna die”
The tear in my mother’s eye
Was enough
For my mind to start writing my will
Was convincing
Me that living would soon be done
In a month or two
“I can scream, I can cry
but that won’t change nothing”
Wondered by my own leap
To that conclusion
Shocked by the suddenly short
Life expectation of an 11-year old
Holding on to the pavement
Delaying the point
Of no return to a careless life