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dSteine Apr 2017
is it madness to confess
i crave for the sadness
i have known, named, and matched
to follow the rhythm of my heart?

like old flames with their burned out fate
of my sadness i have not felt of late
have my tears lost its salt for her thirst
do my sighs no longer suffice as cries
for all that remains in me, and dies?

where could you be, mi tristesa?
I begin to sweat,
I hear nothing,
I begin to up the pace,
I see you,
Panting I run to you,
As I begin to hear the sound of sirens,
I fall down to hold you,
I call your name in hope of a response,
I hear nothing,
Your eyes closed,
Your skin cold,
A tear falls from my cheek into an abyss of nothingness,
And in a way I do too,
I’ll see you again one day.
Just Maria Dec 2018
Tu vida fue con baile y canto
Tu muerte no sera  con tristesa ni llanto
Ahora estas con Mima en el cielo
Y para mi eso es un gran consuelo

Ya no estaras en esta vida
Pero esto es solo  una corta despedida
Algun dia nos veremos otra vez
Reunidos todos los Alvarez
My dad passed away on 12/8/2018. I wrote this poem is Spanish because that was his and my native language. Love you and will miss you Pipo.
Rocksteadylety Apr 2020
Ayer conosci el Poderoso Kambo
En una ceremonia, es veneno lo que te estan dando
Desde la espalda de una rana, tres puntitos a mi piel, vomito y me sana
Sana sana espaldita de rana
Te doy las gracias
Hoy me desperte con ganas
Y en mis sueños recorde esas memorias Lindas
Que atraves de trauma, tristesa, y abuso a ambos se nos olvida
Respiro profundo
Aire libre
Ranita venenosa tu medicina me sirve
Y por hoy vivire en el lla y en el presente
Algo que no e podido hacer ni tener en mente.
Despues de mi primer ceremonia de kambo

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