I lie to you.

You, of course, lie back.

And then the lie spreads to
An uncomfortable degree

But no one decided
To stop the lie
Because we all wish it to be true.

And so everyone now believes the lie
To be truth
All thanks to me.

And I lie to you.

Whispers fill the air
They fall on straining ears
Who want to hear the reds and blues
Of those who are not there

Smirking with delight
They draw close and near
Looking at the figure lone
Their snickers left in night

Crafting yet smiling
They turn and greet their (friend)
Loner, who is statue still
Is warmed by their lying

but unknown to the figure lone
His friend had drawn his blade
And left it in his back
For everyone to see.

The trees lean in
To hear the secrets
Of people passing by,
Carried by the wind.

What else among your routines?
They never expressed to my face
Lurking in their minds,
Thoughts to pull me down,
Kick in bruises all over me,
Stabbing in my back again.

I felt the pain growing every day,
They aim to gain my pain to rise up,
Scars that never heal, leftovers.
Tell me something that will ease,
This hell on my head, boiling,
Sound the alarm, get naked truths behind.

I giggled when
I heard them say
things about me

"Sharpens pencil"

Soy tormenta.
violenta.

Por dentro, solamente.

Si me ves por fuera,
veras, querida,
a cualquier otra.
Como todas,
no hablamos del dolor,
ni de la incapacidad
de levantarse cada mañana.

Y como?
En esta Honduras?
Donde la penumbra se encuentra,
en la sombra de las criticas,
el chisme, clase alta,
y pendeja,

y por eso seguimos
aqui.

Every judgemental word of stone that you cast
Shall ricochet and slap you in the face
When you gossip
Be careful
For a bird might hear you
And tell others what you had said
Don't fire arrows of jealousy
For you shall be put to shame
Don't try to mould someone into what you'd like them to be
Unless you're willing to do something against your own will
Don't accuse others of wrong action
If you are guilty of more
For your skeleton in hiding
Will almost always fall out of the cupboard at the most inopportune time
Be who you are
And people shall respect you more
It's better to deal with a criminal
Than to speak to one who wears a mask

At  yesterday    evening
  i  saw   my
dream  fat  girlfriend.


  Her  bicycle addicted
brother and  her  other
male  boy class  and  tuition
mates  were  with
evening's  gossip
group.


­My  eyes  were
             trying  to  search
           on  him.


Her  father and  guess
i  think  one  of  other
girlfriends   was  inside
the  cyber  cafe.



Recently   full  moon
    was  seen  on
his  faces!