Second of the year
A day of great importance
Yet no way to be shown

Second of the year
No worse fate
Than invisibility

Invisible thought
Invisible longing
Second of the year

Congratulations,
Unheard voice
Congratulations,
Unseen face

Second of the year

Burnt to ashes
A fate deserved
Not for he but for me
Hah, second of the year

I wish you
Smiles
I wish you
Dreams
I wish you
Love

I wish you
A wonderful
Second of the Year.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

In the dark of night I see her
In the shadows of night she lingers
Eyes piercing the smoke of yesterdays dreams
Stabbing the life out of my lungs
With the nightmare of truth
With the longing for honor
With the screaming memories
Not of what used to be
But of used-to-coulds
When she appears
All that is left is the grit at the bottom of the cup of life
The leftover flavor of dreams gone by
The reality that I am not what I could have been
That dreams torture reality with rainbows and lullabies
With pastel hues of perfection
In the dark of night I see her
In the shadows of night she lingers
The girl I almost was

The Ghosts of Christmas Past
Haunt the hearts
Of teenagers and parents
As the clock counts down
To Christmas Day

The hopes and fears
Of those we hold dear
Bubble
And Steam
And
Burst

Intangible is the vision I've held close and clear
The strength behind my every morning rise

Incredible was the ride that brought me back here
Past decisions that may lead to future's demise

Irreversible is the garb I've worn soaked with many a tear
Fits me ill; but still I wear with swollen eyes

Immeasurable are the hopes that nowadays meander and veer
Still believe even though they sang only of lies...

Can you taste these words?
They are like paint
Over the soul
They’re both bright and warm
Or they’re both dark and cold
They can save a life
Or condemn a soul
They could inspire a man
Or just destroy his hopes
Oh, can you taste these words?
They seem so sweet
But they could just be
Bitter
Bitter like me.


                               OterHead.   ©. 2014

Eventually our paths will cross one day, just promise you won't keep walking.

accept the reality
the faith of humanity
lack of gains
broken veins
blood struck tub
slowing lub dub

breath it out
in these unheard words
these sown letters
messages for him
who's eyes will never see

does it matter?
what's the latter
nothing will amount from this felt pain
nothing but shattered hopes and created chains
stop holding him so near
let go, he'll never only be here

this ***** has a climb but the top will come
stop hoping, just live and soon it'll be done


*s.q.

I can not even begin to explain
how badly I want to spend my days
with raindrops trailing my windows
blank notebooks, and cigarettes
and my nights
with moonlit dances
and dark rooms illuminated by computer screens.