Swim in the deepest part of the ocean,
With waves over head,
A life pieced by water,
A nautical life,
Or aquatic wonders,
There is no fear,
Living in fairytales,
Mithical creatures,
Sorrounding the waters,
Travel sea to sea,
Hopes disguised as flounders,
Surfers all above,
And here come the divers,
Ready to explore,
The kind I belong to,
Sing to them now,
They'll jump off from sails,
To follow the voice,
Deep in the waters,
Desperate souls,
Following as I speak,
Gullible minds,
When told to go under,
This siren awaits,
For sailors to wonder,
To bring them in deep,
In dangerous waters.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

That favorite boy of hers, mumbles her name out in the unsecure no-one sorrounding him. They would touch art and share galaxies and laugh until the dawn. She invested her time in him, and vice versa did he invest his time in her. It turned out though, that the odds were dry and not she, nor him, planned to water them. So she got herself a pretty little fiancé; a man capable of nothing but air kisses. He wasn't meant to be, but they were. While the fiancé was far away, she would cut her peonies and make her skin look like shallow marble and braid her hair. All day, every day. But only until dawn, where that favorite boy of hers, would rip of her silk shirt and draw lines between her freckles with his bare hands. Her shaking and pale body would greet everyone she thought was nice - none of them were. All they wanted was to demand her generation to touch their chosen ones and no one else in their entire city. It was tragic, grasped the lady at the hairsaloon, while she was extending peoples illusion of youth.

ok i used to say
i dont have an addictive personality
the persons thats sorrounding me are good kids
mom, i promise.

but anyways
my poppa never knew about the poppin
rest in peace
i might see you soon
if we being honest.

i plot for commas
pop like pinyata put me to sleep
im waking up to use just to go back to sleep.

im sick of waking up to you
you always mad at me
im selling just to use
being normal isnt cheap

yea, i hope i never learn to drive
i hope the next time that i drive alone i swerve and crash and die
i mean, i know
these words are hurtful to my boys
so ill shut up
i mean, i know
ill sleep securely the whole night
if i re up

She dwells in my innermost
sanctum;
her imaginary smiles, her touch, her being, her love,
enliven my thoughts-
effervescent pearldrops, they water the pastures
of my parched mind

She doesn't like me:
but oh, how I adore her.
From the distance, I see her; through the binoculars of my soul.
She's the joy that brings life to those sorrounding her,
while i wallow in dearth.

Oh how I love her;
without her knowing so.
Flickers of hope warm this freezing cell.
Even though she may detest me,
it still doesn't matter.
Despite all these, in the deepest shadows,
will I continue to love her

Keeping a thought to himself though he wants it to be spoken.
Undesiring not to speak but his incapability wouldnt let him.
Residing in his lips are the words that he would just want to say.
That wont ever happen since his speech box is broken and those words can never be in play.

Caged in his soul is a song that he can never sing.
Often picked at and frequently treated by others like he is somewhat other people's play thing.
Very carefully he observes the entirity of his sorrounding world.
Executing to let out a speech but you wont hear him saying a single word.
Never may he be able to talk with moving lips, but he can converse with you with his fingers and up to its tips.

Pronouncing his syllables in an endless string of silence.
Accentuating his ideals though to some it wont make any sense.
Gesture after gesture he will tell what it is that he has been needing to say.
Unsure of those endless quiet battles he only wish he could slay.
In his somewhat voiceless soul lies the need to yell a thousand phrases.
Residing in his spirit is a muted volume that cannot be erased even if he pleases.
In his mind lives a storm that he can hardly calm.
Greeting a tragic scene of a great noiseless loneliness that will never be gone.
All he knows is that his unending silence is a tool,  that may one day change the world.
Nothing is sure but it is a disguised gift from the lord.

A day may come when his greatest obstacle ends.
Beauty of being able to speak freely without the use of his hands.
A fine morning that will one day shine him a light.
Letting him to express him self in a whole new way in his right.
Only in a given moment that only time can give.
Such a day will come when god gives him what he has asked to receive.

So many burbed wires sorrounding my heart!
No one can enter the border,
How was it occupied by a refugee intruder?

The cunning refugee is my lazy moments,
I can't pass time feeling loving him,
Without him everything seems faded and dim.

I am a migrant in my own land,
Refugee conducts the state as an autocrat,
A born ignorant! He can never be a democrat.

Love? He doesn't know at all,
Primitive, savage who frightens storm by weapon,
I feel furious thinking how my heart was won?

What's the secrecy? My knowledge can't explain,
I see Emotion smiling, not a bit worrying,
Telling me that God himself did this Love showering.

Hey boy! It's your sunglass
That tells me, "Helen, you are so marvellous!"
I am not Helen, not at all,
Is it love that makes you to do wrong call?

Hey boy! It's your lips burnt by cigarette,
Like the allied foeces of second world war to target
The German **** camp for destruction,
And to spread in the world love, divine emotion.

Hey boy! It's your fashionable wristwatch
That tells me, "O queen! Come and take my touch.
I move around you as the clock does,
Only a boy in this heart makes me buzz.

A landslide love benumbs the whole universe sorrounding,
Among the rustle of fallen leaves painful past is sounding.
Who has given me a skyful love?
All the time an illusory song is being sung by a dove.

Throughout my life I love the blue sky,
There I seek happiness and consolation of sigh.
Then a blue bird was gifted from heaven high.

Was there no any other color?
Why was my heart tinged with blue pallor?
Now I only see blue shadow as sad killer.

I requested for another color to the rainbow,
But it was silent with seven-color show.
And kept all colors occupied in sky hollow.

I want red, I want yellow, everspring,
Not blue, give me red, revolutionary bleeding,
I want to be colorful fairy, horizon with infrared shading.

My fate laughs out with big sound,
I wish to shatter this blue belt around,
But my crush for blue instantly makes me bound.

This human being created from nectar is throatful poisonous,
Society, customs sorrounding whisper in words blue vicious,
The Love bird also contains whistle of blue malicoius.

He who makes my heart flutter so fast
A sight of him is really a blast
Even from afar he gets me big time
His voice as handsome as his face looks like

I don't know if this is love or crush
I only knew that now for me he's the one
Unknowingly knowing who he really is
Cause I only read about him thru news

It's been years and it is still the same
I don't think that I am still insane
Waiting to see you in person takes me a year
And everytime you'll come suffer to get a pass is real

I've come to you many times
But the chance of you noticing me is as black as the night sky
With the thousands crowd sorrounding you
Will there be a time you'll also look at this simple fan of yours?