Her name is Carla
She is my rock
The sight of her makes me feel
that everything is going to be OK
I will love her
until by last breath
She has given me her whole life
Everything she does
is always for my well-being
She loves me unconditionally
All throughout her life,
she has made sacrifices
just to make sure
that I'll be OK
We don't have
the perfect relationship
but it doesn't matter
because I love her so much
No one can take
that love away
because she is my mother
and she will always be
until the day I die

I was criticized
Speaking nothing but the truth
how the system works

Injustice
is a father
shot years ago
lays to rest
while the one
who pulled the trigger
is enjoying
the freedom
of the innocent

I miss the song
the waves sing
The calming sound
when it crashes
against the shore
Sun-kissed breeze
stroking the skin
The moon
reflecting brightly
off the sea
Listening to Marley
as time
passes without notice
Chill vibe
that only the island
can bestow

Oh my sweetest niece
Poetry personified
I love you so much

It's been months
I can feel the loneliness sinking in
It's summer
but the air seems a bit cold
Alone
while trying to relate to an anti-romance movie
Back to square one
where it is the emptiest
Reminiscing naive memories of hoping for
an idealistic romantic situation
only to be shredded by
the harsh realities of life

There are times
when I want
to talk to someone
about poetry
but there is
no one around
No one to talk to
about the best metaphor
or about the right words
to express how I feel
I am all alone in this
Whenever I mention
about the written word,
I see a subtle smirk
on their faces and
that hurts so much
for someone who has
given his all
for the craft
It is a lot worse
than being stripped off
of all your clothing
It is being stripped off
of your very soul

Imagine a world
with no religion,
no politics,
no race,
no country,
no rich,
no poor
and no divide
Just a world
as one
A utopia
However,
if a utopia
is a figment
of the imagination,
then
what kind of world
are we living in now?