You
reach
for
more,
as inside
of you is
a war. You
know you should
stop, but you simply
c   a   n   n   o   t   .
You take the needle,
and what's inside of it
is lethal. Your hand is
s   h  a   k  i   n  g   ,
you know you shouldn't be
taking. But you just can't wait
for that sensation, one that is beyond
explanation. You push it in, into your vein
and through your skin. You sit back,
relax and pray that someone
will find you before
it's too
late.

There's nothing better
than
in the evening,
thinking about you.
At night,
dreaming about you.
In the morning,
waking up
and
remembering you.

Breathe.
It's a
bad day,
not a bad life.
Gather yourself
together
and go
on.

Seeing a spider in my room isn't scary.

It's scary when it

disappears.

Why do we always want more?
Do we not have enough?

Why do we need

a bigger house,

a newer car,

more money,

more beauty,

more fame,

more control,

more perfection,

more confort?

Do we not have enough of it already?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
How long have you been there,
watching the snow?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
What is it that you want
to know?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
How long will you be there,
and will you ever go?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
Will you ever be loved,
or have a home?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window...

If evolution really works,

then why do mothers only have


two hands?

All day
I wait,
and I wait,
and I wait.
Just so that I can come home,
to sit down
and play.
To touch those silky
black and white keys,
and to play the music
that comes out a piece of me.

With everyday, we worry too much.
We worry during breakfast, we worry during lunch.
We worry about what we’ve done,
we worry about the things to come.

We worry about wealth,
we worry about health.
We worry about tomorrow,
we worry about our sorrow.

We worry about time,
we worry about crime.
We worry about the past,
and the things that happened last.

But nothing is in our hands at all.
The world will end when God says it shall.
Everything will go when God say so,
water will not flow; trees will not grow.

Just enjoy your life while you still can,
and love everyone; woman and man.
Thank God for the time that he gives you.
For friends, family, and your health, too.

Dear child,
sitting by the window sill.

Someday it will happen,
someday it will...

At
night,
I can't sleep.
In the
morning,
I can't wake up.
What is wrong with me?
I think that
my mind is a little
messed up.

Life doesn't come with a manual...


it comes with a mother.

A

t
a
l
l

clear

glass
of
water.

Crystal clear,
smooth and cool,
it's standing there,
waiting for you.

You take a sip,
waiting for the
moment...


You wince.

What happened?

Where is the cool, crispy, smooth sensation?

Who knew that such an attractive, cool, and clear
glass of water
could be so nasty?

From the outside,
it had looked so good,
so ready.

But it was unknown
that the water
was full of salt.

Similar to water,
we humans are too.

We can look kind and sweet,
but be rude untrue.

I want
to believe that
you left
at
the best
possible time.
When you and
the
big man upstairs
had talked
about
what would
happen after your
lifetime.

Picking up the pieces;
slowly,
one by one.
This time,
it will take me quite
a while
before I am truly done.
My life
has been shattered
once again,
but I write my life in pen.
What happens,
just happens;
life doesn't go back.
You
just have to
keep on going,
even if you do crack.

▶️ Play the   moments   

             ⏸ Pause the    memories  

                        ⏹ Stop the   pain               
  
                                       ⏪ Rewind the   happiness

After a while,
I start to forget.
From the last time I saw you,
to the moment we met.
Now,
you're just a blur;
and I don't want to remember
everything
we once
were.

It's ok to
fall apart.

Tacos fall apart
and we
still love them.

There was
light,
we made dark.
There was
beauty,
we made ugly.
There was
warm,
we made cold.
There was
good,
we made bad.
There was
love,
we made hate.
Let us always be
kind,
and take the bad things
away.

I miss you
in the morning;
I miss you
late at night.
Just thinking about you
gives my tears that I have to fight.
I can't wait
to see you again.
Please come back soon.
I will be waiting for you.
Without you
I will always live in this doom.

She sat

right down

and listened to everything
I had to say.
Not once did she
show any sign of wanting to
go away.
She sat there and listened not making
            a noise. And when I was done              
                   talking, I knew that talking                  
                               to her, I had made                                  
                          ­                    the right                                                
choice.

Let me be forgiving
if someone is unkind.
Let me forgive them
and not keep it in my mind.
Let me smile to them
and send the anger right away.
For angry thoughts can darken
the brightest of the day.

Slowly,
he closes his eyes.
He looks so relaxed;
s o   w i s e .

His body,
feeling cold against my skin;
his his fingers,
c o o l   a n d   t h i n .

His skin,
scaly and smooth,
he looks so perfect,
nothing to add
o r   r e m o v e .

Slowly,
he opens his eyes.
Looking at me,
I think I see him
s m i l e .

He looks
so small,
so delicate,
in my hand.

Yet his every move
is so majestic,
s o g r a n d .

His bright green color
is so appealing;
his thin tail
like a
s t r i n g .

He sits there,
looking up at me;
and we both just sit there,
w e   s i t  a n d   w e   s e e .

No matter who we are,
we all need
love,
we all need
affection,
we all need
s o m e o n e .

Please tell me
that you'll never
leave me
even if I'm about to
leave you?
Please tell me
that you'll
stay with me forever
even if I think
that's not true?

U n t i l   h e   p r e s s e d   t h o s e

s i l k y   k e y s ,

I   n e v e r   k n e w   t h e

e m p t y   s p a c e

i n s i d e  o f   m e .

T h e  m o r e   h e   p l a y e d ,
t h e   m o r e
F
U
L
L
I became.
The space in me
was no longer hollow
and soon began
to
overflow.

Yesterday
was my parents'
anniversary.
May they always
be together
and happy
forever.

We talk about your work,
how your boss is a big ****.

We talk about your hair
and your head when is hurts.

We talk about you brother
and your mother and your father.

We talk about your friends
and the places that you've been.

We talk about your dreams
and that new moisturizer creme.

And of course we're gonna
talk about you clothes.

Yes, talking about you makes me smile,
but every once in awhile...
I wanna talk about me!
What i like,
what i want,
what i think,
what i see!
I like talking about you usually,
but occasionally...
i wanna talk about me!

Everyday,
we count.

We count likes,
we count follows.

We count steps,
we count calories.

We count minutes,
we count hours.

We count weight,
we count days.

But we don't count what really counts...

the time we spend together.

No one is
perfect;
everyone has
troubles and struggles.
You just need
to learn
to rise up from the
rubble.

I'm
                           screaming,
                              
yelling,
          
                         calling

your name.
But either I
have lost my voice
or you
do not want to hear me
no more.

I don't want this
new year to come.
It's gone by just to fast.
But sadly,
these few days are its last.

We'll all be one year older;
some growing taller,
others shorter.

And 2018 will never come back.

This year has gone
by way to
fast.

We are
poets
no matter what others say.
Race,
language,
or age
does not
come in our way.
We will write
what we feel
and sooner or later,
these wounds
will heal.
We are
poets.

The
moon shows
the way without asking
for anything in return.
It is a great
example
for
us
to
learn.

You
expected me
to be a perfect circle.
With no sharp edges or rough
corners. I'm sorry, but I'm not perfect
in the way that you want to me
to be. I am perfect
in my own
way.

The fact that you said I
couldn't do it
was the one thing that
served as fuel.

And now,
watch me from below, down there,
as I spread my
free wings
and soar through the air.

We see each other everyday,
we live our own lives.
Neither of us ever say a word,
but once we have met eyes.

The world had stopped
for what seemed like years,
and everyone around me
seemed to disappear.

We looked at each other's eyes
for so long and yet so little.
And everything that was once so complicated
became ever so simple.

But will our eyes
ever meet again
or will we ever talk,
have a conversation?

No one
should have to
live to

hear your arguments,

see you hurting others,

feel the pain you give,

see the results of your yelling,

cry themselves to sleep,

feel like their voice is no enough to be heard,

feel like they are not good enough to be noticed.

Everyone
should have the same chances
to be who
and what
they want to be.

Sometimes,

too much of a good thing
is a
bad thing.

He smiled.
She smiled.  
She fell.
He didn't.
She was the truth.
He was a lie.
She loved.
He liked.
He left.
She stayed.
He was whole.
She was  b  r  o  k  e  n.

I saw a cat
outside my window;
decided to write a poem
about that.
It's big yellow eyes stared up at me
and it's long, black tail
looked like a rats'.
I thought that if I'd look long enough,
I'd start to talk to about stuff.
It looked like it
knew so much about love,
his eyes were flying like a dove.
I stared at it
for a while longer,
every minute getting closer
                                            and closer.
I stepped outside,
gently opening my hand.
The cat came closer
and started chewing at what I gave him.
His gently purr
relaxed me
and there we were,
sitting together like we were
friend forever.

I
can't
live behind
a mask for much
longer. I think I'm gonna
blow. All this anger and fear,
It'll come out of me like a volcano.