It was strange
how we met each other.
I knew from the first contact
that we are different from the others.


You, so unusual and sweet,
with magic in words,
tu left me dreams.


But dreams are afraid of
reality.
Afraid of the storm
and restlessness.


The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.


Everyone wants to dream,
fearing that reality may
destroy that moment of peace,
bringing pain and empty memories,
words that have gone with breeze.


Although tu make your peace
with reality,
tu still dream the same dream,
while the pain smolder in you.


Everything changes,
everything fades away with time,
but tu still dream the same dream.


The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.


In the end, tu realize
that everything is just a dream,
everything has its end.


And while the pain smolder in you
and everything fades slowly,
tu still dream the same dream,
tu still dream.

As we grow up we leave behind the simple things... what would the world be if we just stayed in our lala land of childhood?

When do wobbley steps turn in to fearless sprints? How is it that our mothers kisses lose their powers when tu need them most? When does a modest squart turn in to a slutty skirt? At what point does sparkely eyeshadow fill in for water colours? And eye liner replaces markers? When did prendas íntimas, ropa interior turn in to lacey panties? Why must holding hand with a friend mean something more? At what age are we when rain boots get tossed aside for hooker boots? When did "I amor tu mommy" turn in to screams of hatred for the woman who raised you? Why must our evil story book witches come alive as mean, self-centered bitches? How is it possible that some were in our lives we stopped drawing and making corazón and started to break and mend others hearts? Why must songs of joy and fun turn in to to raps of hate and pain?

I can't smile,
i can't think,
my mind is poisoned,
my mind is trapped...

So many thoughts,
the fear is coming,
it's waiting.

How strong are tu to
fight,
how weak are tu to
deny?

Don't find me,
i'd rather stay here,
so far away from
your ruthlessness.

Tears of despair
are calling your name,
and tu want to drag
me there...

The way tu possess me
is so cruel,
why don't tu leave me alone?

I'm not like the others,
they might be stronger
o weaker,
it depends how tu
see it.

The darkness is all over,
poisoning my mind,
the fear is itching,
it's everywhere,
won't go away!

It stains my soul,
i'm shaking,
despair won't let me.

So many thoughts,
but nothing's resolved
yet,
it's just fear
holding me,
hauling me deeper
into its ruthlessness.

I don't want this,
so be gone,
tu live inside me,
but tu don't know.

Tears of despair
are calling your name,
they want to drive tu away,
so i could feel safe,
so i could be far away,
so far of your ruthlessness.

Wait on the sunset
mover through your day
This quiet el espacio that tu fill

Here por a dark moon
Filled up from the rain in my eyes
My fingers are cold on your skin

Dream me away
Before the night becomes day
You'll see it all come true

This water is deep
tu go to sleep
And silently
Dream me away

I have a picture
It rests in my hand
I opened my window tonight

I have a feeling
It will be okay
My senses will guide me through

I'll dream us away
Before the night becomes day
I'll see it all come true

This water is deep
We’ll go to sleep
And silently dream us away

And silently dream
And silently
us
away
away...

A cold fog floats among the meadow
The moon above, full and bright, casts an eerie glow among the mist.

A gentle midnight breeze whistles through the winter trees
Waving ridgedly to the winter rhythm
The ground is hard from the freeze, the dirt cruches under your feet

In the distance a lobo howls, its haunting voice pierces your soul
The ghosts of the forest creep from the trees
Their cold embrace freezes tu to your core

Desperate to escape tu look into the shadows of the forest
A light in the distance softly shines, beckoning tu to registrarse it.

tu run, ignoring the distorted screaming faces from the trees, desperate to reach the comforting light.

tu finally come to it, the light is bright, warm and welcoming
As tu get closer it engulfs you, sucking tu into its protective glow

Soon tu emerge into a different world but it is the same from where tu came

A mirror world...
Darkness to Light...

Once again, another one of my short yet dark poems...
I hope I don't cause any depression to anyone!
*NOTE* I am planning on escritura a más spiritual poem

Control


My life is controlled and I'll never know what its like to be free

I will never get out of this hole of sorrow and I will become burdened with a lifeless soul

I dont believe anything will change as I stay captive like an animal in its cage

The rage of my misery will never see the día of freedom even though I long to fly above the trees to get away

But how can I if I am a prisoner?

I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this poem because it is quite personal but I figured why not...



Brother


Are tu my brother o are tu a vicious stranger?
How could tu stand there and look at my innocent young face with such disgrace and treat me as if I was just trash to be thrown away?

tu wear a mask of sweetness but I know what lies behind that fake gentle face tu portray nothing but lies and hate...

día after día tu throw your hand at me and then return for my forgiveness but now I am through with you...

No longer will I take your wrath of cruelty and tu will see what a better person I have become after living in your world of misery

While tu will sink further into your wretched world I will rise higher...away from you

(I'm just gonna put this here...)

The mariposa on my wrist
Gave me a goodbye kiss.
I broke my promises
And now look at this.

Tonight I'll stay up late.
Four AM, still awake.
With my smiles so fake,
This will make her corazón break.

I know that I'm loved.
I always return your hugs,
But my thoughts are like thugs,
And the razor my drug.

This isn't the last time,
And I will pay for my crimes,
I'll pay for each self-made line,
But keep saying that I'm fine.

So tonight I'll sit and think.
From bitterness I will drink.
With the fading wounds pink,
And stains filling the sink.

If tu promise to stay,
Don't leave me o push me away,
Then I promise to try.
I promise to not die.

I'll slow down just for you.
Because of all the things that tu do.
I will try to stop bleeding
If tu say "I amor you" like tu mean it.

Once upon a time,
The beginning of all stories,
But this is not a story,
So once upon a life,

I saw a young and beautiful woman
Who wears a golden face,
And she has a shining smile
One stair at her & my corazón gets stolen,

I tried to stay away but I was blinded with only her image.
The image has your reflections, which makes me feel so free.

Pretending to know the future but yet the faith is endless.
As she turned n looked at me she became the deepest feeling.
I went to ask her name, and then I found it was you.

Theres beauty in his native world
Where broad-winged eagles fly.
The fences that encircle him
Are Mountains, stream and sky.
There's beauty in his regal heart
And in his gentle face,
And in the swiftness that combines
Such power, poise, and grace.
There's beauty in his noble stance
For it will always be
A part of all that untamed land
SO OPEN, WILD AND FREE

Credit to Herrmans Royal Lippizans Mayaka City,Florida

This was painted on the muro of their granero
i really applied to the Lippizans they had there

What do tu do
when your strings are snapped
your roots detatched
your vesel cracked?

When you're filled with anger
Fear and hate?
And there's so much water
that tu sink?

o when the metaphors
tu thought applied is bent
o worse, snapped

The word jumbles
The thoughts collide
Until tu just cry

What do tu do then?
When your life is in pieces?
And people can see the real you

Will it kill you?
Knowing your carefully crafted wall
has tumbled
chunks of ruble flying everywhere

That ruble kills, so tu stay away
killing yourself
All you've known

Hate
Pain
Death

While my friends are out on the town

I stay inicial alone

All por myself

And no one calls the phone

Silence except the t.v on

Keeping me company

People think I'm lonely.

Yet, they don't understand

That I feel no void being alone

I enjoy it, so much

That it's become my crutch

I write

I draw

I use my mind for it all

Yet again

I wouldn't mind

To be invited somewhere.

Is it a problem that I like to be alone?

I don't think so

Yet others do

But once they're alone

They'll know not what to do

As for me,

I'll know what to do

I'll sleep, write, draw, o watch movies

Because even though no one's there

I do not have a problem being alone.

hola there!

How are you?

How have tu been?

Life's been hard

Yet, I'm making it through.

I wish tu were here

To live with me

Like the good ole days

Like back when we were kids

And a little bit older

I miss you.

hola there!

It seems like it's been forever

How's life treating you?

How's the kids?

I would amor to spend time

With tu again

Yet, time goes by

It seems so quick

It can steal your youth

o your energy

I've been so busy

With work and what not

So please forgive me

For not calling o emailing.


I missed you

Still miss you

I wrote to tu four years back

But tu never replied

So I was scared

That our friendship died.

Now I know

That it's not us

But it's just time

It won't slow down

It just keeps on.

So I'll conclude this conversation

por saying a goodbye

I know it can be painful

But I will see tu again

Someday.