How do you make your rice?
is it in a ***? a pan? steamed? heated? not at all?

mine is in a frying ***.

Yellow, with pollo from the fresh market.
Peas, y frijoles on the side.

Mix it up, eat it, keep it for later.

Burn the bottom so you can get la chemada part.

If you like the chemada part, not everyone does.

The heat feels great but it's scorching my heart.
The cold clenches my brain yet I can still feel the pain

What happened to the flowers that bloomed all through the summer?
What happened to our weather?

Is this for the better that the seasons change this way?
Is today the day the leaves decay?

I just want them to stay.
Please don't take my sunshine away
God have it your way but let it pass today so I can sleep on the leaves one last time.

I know my controversial views may annoy you, bother you, make you hate me--- I apologize in advance.

This is the real me.

Love me or hate me, one day you WILL respect me.

We all want our poems to trend and get views.
But when that is your focus, you're the one who will lose.

Striving for popularity can cause you to lose clarity.
Pulling you down a hole of insularity.

Instead, look ahead!
There are new horizons to be tread!
New poems to bloom happily in your garden bed,
no matter whether they are noticed...or even read!

We are all thoughts that aren't
                              as tuned as others.
But even though we see through
                              different lenses
some lessons can be learnt
        from the refraction of others view.

You come into my house and try to cram political correctness down my throat.
I'm sick and tired of hearing you run your big mouth, you're on a sinking boat.
You try to tell me how to talk and how to believe.
You're not welcome in my house, you'd better leave.
You won't force your views on me.
You say that my lifestyle is wrong but I don't agree.
You continue to run your mouth and you refuse to stop.
You're refusing to leave so now I'm going to call the cops.
When I put you in jail, you certainly won't be missed.
You call yourself politically correct but I call you a fascist.

If you ask me if I believe in love, I do.
I believe that it exists, but it’s difficult in our generation.
A generation that lies, cheats, and does not know what VALUE is.

Everyone’s a little ****** up, a little confused or simply just don’t care.
….or at least try to act like it.
Examples? There are people who are in love with the idea of being in love.
There are people who NEED a relationship, they gotta have one right after the other
There are people on crossroads, maybe having more than one lover.
There are people who “go with the flow” on a mentality that whatever happens, happens.
There are people, a lot - who have been hurt.
And they tend to hurt other people too…..some even become the person that broke them.
There are people who see see love as cheesy instagram posts, surprises and whatever.
Everyone’s tryna make it last ‘forever’.
Everyone’s focused on these “relationship goals” or are so fed up to live up to the standards of the millennial.
But seriously,  what is love?

Do you know? Cause I don’t. All I know is I feel lonely and I want someone around, someone to be there when I have problems, someone who actually cares, listens, wants the best for me and wants to grow with me. Someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to defy the odds. Someone to become my drug. Someone to make me feel undeniably ecstatic without a doubt. Someone to break my walls for, someone who understands me, my anxiety and how I can never escape it. Someone who is sensitive and most importantly someone who knows God.

It all sounds like mission impossible.

It’s all so crazy you know? To put your happiness into one person, to get used to someone.
Cause I expect it to come crashing down at one point and when it does,
It’s hell. Its sadness. It’s more depression.
But eventually I’ll get back up…..and then I’m back to square one.

It’s a cycle I want to end.