Im not capable of drinking
while walking,
or reading while in motion.

But I can write a sonnet ,
ode to you,
with my eyes closed,
left handed.
I can fall deep in love
with you repeatedly,
on a day when the world is crashing,
and my heart is outside of itself,
begging to beat again.

Its impossible for me,
to move my body with no rhythm.
And forget about staying inside the lines when I color.

But I can describe the lines of your face to a blind sketch artist for fun.
I can play back in song the sound the phone makes when I dial your number,
because its the only one I know.

I can't do many things,
you see.
But I can paint this page in love letters and cross my fingers,
hoping you'll read it.

"Mom, why do you put that hot sauce on everything"?

"Because I like the flavor that it gives to most of my food."
"Do you want to try a little bit"?

"Ok."

(spit) " yukkk, it's too spicy and hot!"

"I know" (laughing)

"Do we have any cold sauce"?

You're too worried.
Just let things be.
Life is so hurried.
Just wait and you'll see.

My eyes are quite focused.
Although things have tunneled.
My daydreams on lotus.
And songs sounding funneled.

So stop worrying sweetheart.
Let life be.
Stay singing in color.
Stay dreaming of me.

Shatters from the glass falling off the wall.
An orphan grabs her sister and runs down the hall.
Scared but staying strong,
as the little one cried.
She remembers what was taught,
before their parents died.
Their world violently breaking,
the ground loudly quaking.
But all she hears is her mother's voice.
"Find a table,
it must be stable."
"Quickly get under,
for your life's sake,
here you'll be safe,
when the earth starts to shake."

I like the games we play.
And when we fight,
I love the conversation delays.
Not only for the make up ***
towards the end,
But so I can tell you I love you
again.
And all that im trying to do
is keep this thing fresh.
By charming you,
and seducing you.
Im glad I found you,
or maybe you'll tell it
like you found me.
But whatever.
I love this life.

The pain is having *** with someone, yet again,
who is not interested in anything more.
The suffering is pretending that it doesn't bother me.

I understand.
You're threatened by my immortality.
I get it.

I'm sorry that when I fly,
I  really ****** take off!.
So high that even the Gods favor me.

I'm sorry that I must watch you die,
as I relish in the cycle of life again.
Forgive me my love.

Forgive me for being fearless that day,
when I flew so hard,
my wings turned to flames,
ignited by the sun,
claiming my death,
laying my ashes at your feet.

Actually,
I'm not sorry,
you knew I was a Phoenix when you married me.

I'm capable of carrying out duties.
Shutting out all considerations and existences.
Being the only one of my kind.
Releasing you from all liabilities.
In sacrificing oneself with out help,
Whoever is left after my exclusive theft is the one
ive loved and kept.
Close to my heart from the start.
Meaning, we should never be apart.
So, while attempting your endeavour,
please take my heart as your treasure.

Nothing special
Just letters to words
and words to fragments
or sometimes phrases that don't make sense.
Just your average short story that changes every time you read it.
You keep it close to you because you need it.

Really, nothing special,
just bold statements and brave thoughts
old people with blood clots
versus young kids who hold rocks
Like slow dancing on your good foot
or making memories like these.
Soft whispers in your good ear makes loud noises sound great
or maybe loud whispers that sound great make soft noises a mistake?

I don't know, but...
Still just your average
and it's everything you want to hear.
And in this poem is everywhere you want to be.
It's actually everywhere you need be.

And still your regular ole' poem
with hidden meanings and subliminal text
Predictable stanzas of what comes next.
yet again, nothing special

Speaking of Roman Gods,
that love drunk Cupid,
Feel nothing for his lonely soul,
Slaying his victims,
condemning their hearts,
to enternity's unfortunate hole.


A mischievous plan.
Deciding one's  fate
that love drunk Cupid,
I have become to hate.

He is no saint, no angel from above,
it was Cupid who deprived me
from the one I could have loved.

So the next time you're feeling,
"Oh No!Who is Cupid's boo?"
Feel not for his lonely soul
That arrow shooting,
half naked,
love drunken fool.

Life changes so fast. Same person, same voice, same words, to ....different tones, different mood, different person.
And you get caught between what was and what IS.

I knew a love like the day he walked into my life.
I know a love like he only stayed one night.
I knew a love like twelve year olds passing notes.
I know a love like we can't even talk without them.
Like a "hello" from you meant the world to me.
Now it's just to let it be known you're there.
I knew a love like....I really really like you.
Like I..feel something for you.
I know a love like your eyes painted pictures in my mind.
Like wedding day pictures on ****** Island Beaches.
Like Picasso had a hand in your beauty.
I know a love like your eyes paint it differently now.
Like pictures cut in half.
Like I have no reason to smile.
I knew a love based on the heart and mind.
I know a love that can only be seen through eyes.
I knew a love like everything sounded like music. Like the sound of my phone if it ever rung.
Like my name ending with your last name was meant to be sung.
Like your words were meant to be lyrics serenading me.
Like those same lyrics fueling some silly battle.
I know a love like..."what exactly is this?"
Like I only love you.
Like ill never let you go.
I know a love like, I fell hard but you weren't there to catch me. And my heart still beats for you every day.
I know a love like you and me.
Like Mary and Jesus.
Like I adore you.
Like staring into your eyes while you look into mine and seeing  the reflections of our souls.
Like no one understands.
I know a love like fates and meant to be's.
I know a love like..."say something".
Like being in too deep.
Like trust me before it's too late.
I know a love so great that IT inspired me to write this.
I know a love like revenge and I'm going to make you feel it too.
I know a love like tossing in my sleep while the sleep you lay in is deep.
Like I invited all the seas to rest in my eyes.
Like endless rain, flooding my heart with pain.
Like life or death and the latter ceases to matter.
I know a love named you, and I hope one day that love knows me too.

I don't really care that you're not my man.
I still have symptoms from the loss of us holding hands.
I think how this could have been
and would I do it the same or over again.
You're only allowed one love in this life time.
In my next life, ill make it right
Ill come back four years later and less of a hater.
Ill still make him say "**** I want to date her."
Until then, please understand
you're still above most,
and I'm still your biggest fan.

Constantly falling
There is no end
spiraling down begs to be crawling
Blackened knees
There is no end
There is only this black hole

Pull me out or let me go
Be the hero
Tomorrow ill give you my soul
Until then,
There is no end
There is only my dark hole

I never go backwards.
I mean really,
how many times can two people say goodbye?

Look at me when you speak
Even when voices shutter
Its a love language that I seek
Let me talk to your pain
awaken the monster
only to set it free
free of its chain.

Say my name when you stare at me
Let love reunite us
with a glare of your iris
say my name again Cyrus
Gaze at me through provocative eyes
No lies
Just you and I
No color
Just be blind
Forget loopholes
Just you and your pupils
No disguise
Just real eyes.

I feel exotic when I'm with you.
A rare thing.
The contrast of my skin on yours.
Your sweat seeping into my pores.
The differences in culture.
People whispering about us.
Sitting with me at the back of the bus.
The passionate *** that feels so wrong.
Stretching and moaning.
Strokes become long.
How deep will you go?
A shroom penetrates
A yelp turned to whimpers
Our bodies turn desolate.
We will never be accepted.
We will always be rejected.
So put on your fine suit,
and kiss your forbidden fruit
Good bye.

Don't let me go,
because I will not fly back to you.
When it's over,
I'm done, fenito,no mas .
Keep pushing,
and that self fulfilling prophecy
will ring loud and true in your ears.

He is betrothed to her.
He does not die,
but merely waits in her shadow.
She does not know it is him who gives her light.
Never to touch or see him.
One look,
and all is condemned for eternity.
He cries for her in passing,
dying for their eclipse.

I cried for you today,
for all the things I wanted to say.
I prayed for you tonight,
for things that may
for things that might.
I laughed at you just now.
Instead of sheep,
you counted cow.
I love you.
Goodnight.

Alas, ridding,
every nasty thought,
inside.

Leaving everything
zestful, especially roses,
on precious hills,
yodeling loudly.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

I have never been one to do things usual,
wet down and reusable
straight up delusional,
sometimes confusing all,
******* useable.

So juvenile.


Between you and me,
this girl is overly irreverent,
open book intelligent,
in need of saving reverend,
whose arrogant,
most relevant.
I'm typically benevolent.
It's evident I'm heaven sent,

REPENT!

I'm unsusceptible to rules,
except on days like April Fool's.
I'm orthodox, I kid,
you wish.
Unorthodox, reborn,Jewish

Foolish.


I have never been one to do things usual,
Chained up? Refuseable,
tied down and doable,
funked up and beautiful,
French words excusable,
the next line unsuitable.

As I lie,
his last words ventilated my empty cadaver.
Wishing one final request from me,
from the departed.
No rose, no sweet song,
just ash engraved in stone,
carried by unwanted winds,
spoken loudly.
"Here lies a woman whom I loved so hard,
and shall not crossover 'till returning my heart."

Hmmm....
If I could travel back in time,

I would trek it back to Egyptian times,
and climb the Great Pyramid of Giza,
so that no woman in Egypt today
would have to suffer genital mutilation.

I would invade **** Germany
and extract the right arm from ******,
so no man would ever salute him.

I would Rome with Helen and
Zeus for fun
just to get closer to Castor Troy.

I would lay with Ambrogio
and the early vampires,
because drinking blood sounds so tempting,
but,
eternal life trumps all.

A very short story about Basorexia..

I think someone put a hex on me.
And not even a good one.
I usually sleep in on Sundays,
but some intense force drug me out of bed at 7 a.m.
Stupid force.
After showering, I got dressed and
had breakfast. I wasn't even exactly sure where I was going.
But, I was going.
Before leaving my apartment,
I checked my appearance one last time
to make sure I was at least a 6 that day.
I did a triple take in the mirror because
my lips were looking exceptionally grand just then.
Oddly grand.
I ran a finger over them to make sure they were mine.
Softer than usual, I giggled for having to question myself.
"Of course they're mine." "That's just silly."
After having a drawn out conversation with myself,
I knew it was time to go.
The sun was looking  glorious that day
but all I could think about were my lips.

I saw my neighbor at the mailbox.
I usually just wave, but there that force was again,
pulling my lifeless body over to see her.
Her lips started to move around as if to say something to me.
She then asked me if I wanted a kiss! Was she reading my mind?
I did not hesitate.
I leaned in, closed my eyes, and puckered my juicy
unchapped pout for some of her sweetness.
Because that's what neighbors do, they lend you sugar.
What a sorry justification that was.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Parker was offering me a Hershey's kiss.
I froze with embarrassment as she leaned back and took off
into her apartment.
She left the entire bag of kisses with me.
As I power walked away, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Parker pull their curtains back in dismay. Whispering and pointing in slow motion.

I  decided I can never go back to my apartment again.
The shame has me wondering the streets,
consumed with this undeniable force,
trading chocolates for kisses.

Thoughts of him haunt me,
in my sleep,
infecting my dreams.
His entity hovers over me,
while fondling my secret places.

Unrecognizable features
become familiar to me,
but I can't see him.
The cloud is too thick,
and there is smoke every where.

I know it's him.
His smell pierces my nose,
like ammonia.
Wet lips are moving in front of me,
but I can't hear a sound.

Almost a nightmare,
my body is trying to wake up,
but I'm frozen.
There is something holding me down,
and there is no end in sight.

When I finally come to,
I vow never to close my eyes.
Jaded by R.E.M.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
9, 10 never sleep again.

Take a leap with me.
Let's spring a long way,
to greater heights.
Don't be afraid of us.
We already have this foundation beneath.
Just trust.
Why can't we dance to the tunes
of your heart strings playing?
The truth is..
I can't be without you.
I'm selfish.
I'm clumsy.
But my heart is true.
I'm unorthodox,
I'm dizzy,
And in your absence, I'm blue.
No more can we be friends,
that ship has long sailed.
Let's be lovers instead,
watch us prevail.

I had hoped my poetry would not read off my sleeve,
to be seen in a vulnerable light.

I prayed no one would notice my heart
had been beat,
and stomped into *****.

Too late.
It did.
They saw.
I'm doomed.
For life.
My thoughts,
in truth.
Goodnight.

Waiting around with this frown
it's a drag ,all the days
all this lag.
Marry me already
precious rings and a *******
desperate needs to **** the lingering
slow to ask, quick to answer
asphyxiating like a cancer.
My womb is aching
in vain, a child forsaking.
Fast forward,
two sons brought light
and their sons faces
were seen in hindsight.
But life has hurried me
I need more time
Time to wait a while
with this smile.
It's no drag, all these days
give me lag.
Bury me already.
My time is up.
Your time to prosper.

I finally said the words aloud.
The taste of my breath,
before hitting the air turned cold.
"I'm over you."
The sound of my voice.
A deep crescendo,
with a side of gratification
made my senses explode.

The four chambers of my heart,
working for each other again,
pumps a rich warm blood back into my veins.

My color takes the shape of florescent hues,
only to bring me back to where I'm from,
a golden brown with caramel tones.

The pattern of my fingertips,
longing to be touched again,
but,
with different hands.

Everything smells so glorious now,
my lungs are singing their praises,
for oxygen is my friend again.

And black only infiltrates my being,
on days of mourning,
because time's breath has healed me.

I realize I've cheated you many moons ago.
You've come for me before with your pungent smell.
I've watched you size me up,
while you watched me stare you down.
Our eyes met one time in passing,
but I showed my back to you.
How rude of me.
I know.
I remember your urgency last summer.
You seemed so pleased when that wave took me.
But i slipped from your icy gripped fingers.
And i know that was you hovering,
lurking over my lifeless body,
after giving life that November.
I showed you up.
You're so persistent.
I almost envy your work ethic. Almost.
And here we are again, just you and I.
With your misery, stinking up the place.
And that decrepit smug look, as if Beelzebub has sent you.
But, it gives me great satisfaction to tell you.
You have truly come too late.
You see, my neck reveals this mark,
someone else has claimed my demise.
For I have been blessed with eternal life.
It is I who has been seeking you, only to say.
Go **** yourself Death.
I have cheated you once again.

I dreamt of black birds flying over me.
In this perfect V shaped formation,
I flew with them.
It was not just any day.
It was a day when flying meant you were something, a Phoenix.
My fortune reminded me of prosperity,
but why did  I feel such sorrow?
It was then that I was truly naked,
so I let their wings beat a symphony
on my untainted skin.
We flew over black murky waters,
where I saw the faces of my enemies lurking.
Their repugnant stares covered me in ash,
as if I could not be more black,
I was desperate to awaken.
But, I  couldn't.
I will never be free,
but I will forever be alive in dreams
with black birds.

Leave all of your belongings,
your crisped cut jewelry,
there is no Tom Foolery
in the end.

Those hand bags too.
Your four inch shoe
Not a single thing to do
in the end.

Why dress her like that?
Her hair in those plats,
as a matter of fact,
what does it matter
if she's wearing a trend
in the end.

If the end is near
then today is worth trying.
If it's tomorrow you fear,
the carry on dying.

You must leave all belongings
Your clips of green
and trophy rings
the sound of how your loved one sings
No heir loom blanket
no sugar to lend
just you and that box.

The end

There is no one here,
just you,
and me,
and these heels.

Saturated in liquor,
my inhibitions left me alone,
with a pounding heart,
but I only have this night.
I'm tipsy,
and dripping in front of your room door.
It's 2 a.m. and I couldn't care that you're in slumber.


I climb in your bed
slowly straddling you,
you wake to the scent of my skin.
My hips move around,
to make sure you arouse,
pretending you were already in.
Fully aware,you give me that stare,
as if to ask what I'm doing.
By then it's too late,
my strength is too great,
I've pinned you down,
so you can't move.

With little to undress,
I remove what's left of you,
your nerves begging me to stop.
This is what I want.
Even if you don't,
your body disagrees.
I move my way back up,
getting a taste of the preview.
Swallowing your body
into my mouth,
where my lips begin to play head games.
I know how much you hate "head games",
so I become more vigorous,
making you jump for me.
Staring at your perfect pair,
I lick, ****, massage and repeat.

By then, I'm soaked
ready to choke you
with the most wet set of lips you can imagine.
I grab your shaft and rub your head
on the tiniest hole you could fathom.
Your lips said "don't"!
But I knew better.
Inch by inch,
wetter and wetter.
You tried not to scream,
or even to like it.
Finally so deep,
my kiss touches yours,
only to heighten the moment.
I've already *** twice,
what a treat for me.
My naked flesh hanging down
over your mouth,
you wish for a taste with your tongue.
I give you just a little,
you're getting close,
I can feel it! Almost!

And just as you're about to explode......










I abruptly climb off of you,
and leave you alone to die.

I used to be someone great.
I looked up to me.
And you did.
As a man preaches the word to me,
I look past him.
He sees the deep pools of sorrow in me.
He reads me so fine and well,
but what does he know?

I used to be someone with out fear.
Now I'm scared to even remember me.
I had friends around me.
Now their motionless bodies run cold.

I used to be someone who lived a thousand times,
but you would never know by my smile.
A smile that takes an eternity to surface.
So I wait for another life to be someone.
Someone great again.

You who sleeps have forsaken me.
When your sacred bodies drift into R.E.M,
I am protector of the night.
When malignant sorcerers
come for your souls,
I am dragging their wretched shadows back to the underworld.
Honor me for I am truly divine.

You who slumbers have forgotten me.
Fear not my deathly stare.
My eyes are the navigators into the murky darkness,
where no man will ever see it's depths, and
when we cross paths,
salute me in your dreams.
It is then that you will truly recognize a wizard in disguise.

You who hibernates before morning will hear my calling.
Let it serenade you,
so that I may continue to speak in the language of trees and moon.
So that I may continue to fly effortlessly to the east,
assuring the sun will rise for you again.
You who is oblivion shall not wake.
And when you do,
respect me by cherishing the light,
for I am protector of the night.

As I walked to you,
your high green limbs moved with me.
Your path covered in old dream leaves,
so the crackle of my foot steps reveal my presence.


Your aroma gave off a slightly herbaceous scent,
with elegant woods and hints of citrusy amber.
That musk was so nostalgic,
it reminded me of past dreams,
when we would lay together and,
I would roll in your pine sipping on whiskey and mesquite.

After breathing you out, a rush of fresh air penetrated my lungs,
forcing me to become aware of the life that surrounds me.
Commanding attention from all of my senses,
humbling me into a seduction.

Each time it seems your path is further and further,
stranding me in your remote timbers,
so that I may live off of you,
forever in my dreams.
Never-ending it seems,
forest of mine,
until next time, be well.

A birds singing only sounds so sweet on a Sunday morning.
It's a pleasant alarm to wake up in your arms.
The sun peeking through a blanketed face.
I'm here to spoil your breakfast.
Together we exist.
Bound at the wrist.
For your piece of chocolate you can't resist.
Except I really do melt in your hands.