I felt the heat of the body
I felt my suffering in my arms.
I did not want to continue lying
Knowing the truth.

The rain falls like teardrops
Wanting to wash me of my despair.
I look for a container to keep
All the dew and mist that I still lack.

The rain falls trying to make me drown
Of emotions overflowing,
Crawling along the bottom of the sea
Suffocating me with my depression.

Taking my eyes off the coral.
The brook embraces me closely
Taking me to the abyss of the sea.
And like the light, I will soon forget you.

The rain will take me from this cruel world
But escape from me between my fingers.
Kisses in the form of drops saying goodbye
Reminding me that pieces of me are in the stream.

In the darkness, I saw a color shining
Far from me, on the surface of the sea.
But when I went to reach for it
It shattered into fragments of crystal.

Thousands of precious stones crashed in the sea
Developing with no owner and I its cruel women.
I sinking against the pressure
Of sins and virtues of past lives.

Memories that break and change shape
They are the only things that connect me to this place.



© Sofia Villagrana 2018

At a stroke I feel the heat
Winding pulse of electricity
Beneath me I feel grounded, thunderstruck
My love abounded
So wherefore am I bound?

To tread lonely is no cause for fanfare sound
And yet to know warmth is to know bitter lacking
For in the lean times when friends seem far away
All I can feel is that maybe I was not good enough

At a stroke I banish these thoughts
But I am ill prepared to walk
The twisting thread, the tightrope-drop
And alack, I curse that I should be forgot

I hate that I should have to fight
The inner me with all my might
Who at a whim should change his coat
That in the shade I suffer'd stroke.

Nick

The ginger boy just could not  touch.
For long
he'd been away.
He wasn't sure if to return.
Or if stay
in far display
.
It hurt him much that he did dine
to ignore
such place
where time
and space
where people meet and spirits lift
and only two can sail the drift,
the tide of
friendship.


It made no sense his
versed up mess
but he could not
      think
         of anything best
he could not put
his soul to rest
even if there was no test
even though the patience lives
even if the doubting gives
even if he cannot rhyme
every sentence
every line
all he wants to do is give up his apology.


To remind that all was genuine
to ensure that love divine
the ginger did not **** things up
just was turned
against
by pain and time
they took away his freedom
imprisoned him in his own mind
so when he fell to sorrow
and to longing
for the old times
for his good friend
for the new words
hesitation reigned
and won


All the moments he did try
wishing from his lips to say
lingering his fingers over keys
just type it-- "hey"
what consumed him was this
pain
dramatic and possibly in vain
wanting not to burden bare
a friend so far
and out of hair
a friend unaware.



So he gifted his apology.
And his Promise to return.
His word was only certainty
but when ? no-one could learn.
He hoped to not attain bad feelings.
He hoped to not regret.
But whatever happens, happens
There is hope for this boy yet.