In the deep, uncertain night the strangers met,
Unseeing, unknowing, unthinking-dulled brain and senses,
Through the porous shadows and tangled foliage they crept
Stumbling over fallen trees and broken-down fences
Their hatred binding them, root to root,
In the mediating light of the silvered moon;
Rotten barks covered in fungi, dried twigs cracking underfoot;
Reaching the village outskirts they emitted a painless moan
And stumbled on. Slow breezes drifted over their flesh, sun-driven
Investigative fingers inspecting their souls, medicating pain.
Memory restored, childhood relived, time rendered fission,
Their fears gliding away in the quietly-falling rain.

Striving through the bluster of life, together or apart,
We return to where in life we made an imperfectly remembered start.

Her bones quiver
Her heart aches
she wonders why ,she still waits

Her memories race
Her tears fall
she know the solution after all.

Fatality is closing in
Some would say it's a horrid sin.
but relief strike when she strike within.

ah, at least,
relief!*
at the end of another day,
my pen
waits for me!

Hello.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

A greeting.
Bland. Used. Boring.
Heard every day
day in
day out

Hello.

a stranger
a friend
a teacher
a lover
a colleague
a child

Hello.

a meaningless phrase
common
heard every day
day in
day out

Hello.

HELLO!

Exhilaration
Relief
Joy

you thought it forgotten
broken
never to be heard again

Hello!

a father
crushed by fate
by a car
feared to be lost
forever

but hello!

a greeting
a new beginning
a fresh start
with one word

                                     Hello.

After, your heart
opens to me.
My mouth'll tumble out,
every single sweet story it knows.
Just so those eyes- ever gaze to mine.
I'll leave that ******* called time
To his own lover.

Cut open my finger tips and no blood will run. Just the words that have been trapped at the surface of my skin for years. The words of trauma and anxiety. The sentences of my ancestors and the words in Spanish that I cannot spell or speak but somehow know. The paragraphs of my intellect and my desires for growth and exploration. My stories of these people whom without I'd have no love to let flow. The novels. That without I'd be incomplete. Just waiting to feel fulfillment because I'd never know I could create it. Cut open my fingertips and no blood will run.

it hurts
is it supposed to hurt ?
                 if you knew what i've been doing
                 you would not say "i love you"
                                                       each time failing
                                                       has lowered my confidence another tries worth
                                                                                                                          why is this pain
                                                                                                                          so relieving ?

anger.
such a powerful emotion.
But I beg of you,
don't let anger control your life.
Don't let it make you do things you would regret
Don't let your anger take action.
Be wise.
Don't let anger win.
Take the time,
to calm down.
Anger is not the answer,
because anger leads to hostility,
and hostility is for fools

I walk a lonely path
All on my own
Healing from my demons' wrath
Desperate and alone.
No end is in sight
No relief draws near
Hope has died in the dead of night
This road I walk is fear.
This path built on vows
Broken and unkept
Leaves me to ponder the whys and hows
Of every tear I have wept.
On this dark and painful road
That's brought me to the edge of despair
I walk lonely with my heavy load
Wandering through an endless nightmare.