(2015)
Tonight while translating some pages and writing what I consider some good poetry. Well, to me it is good I started recalling an event as bright as a star. How was this possible? Why d...
Sometimes I just need to feel like I’m really not all alone and someone, somewhere, is at least trying to understand. Then I stumble across a book
I looked into the mirror today, an… A reflection of a total stranger. And I heard it repeat in my head. Stranger.... But,
Keep at it until each of you can’t breathe and it’s hard to tell where you stop and she starts and you don’t know what day it is, or week it is, and you really don’t care. Imagine ways...
My discovered secret Rarely apprehended To know the real blonde Without the roots revealed She’s the smart one.
We took a secret walk I took her hand Not knowing the path ahead First dream Along the path we paused
Kneeling before her, his soul is as bare as his flesh, offering his heart... he searches for his path in life, travelling far in his journies, to…
Every friend I have known says the same things about me. “I’ve never heard him raise his voice, ever.” All the way up into high school any kid who wanted to pick a fight found me. I cam...
I’m sorry I didn’t mean to call y… but I couldn’t fight it I guess I was weak and couldn’t e… and so I surrender just to hear yo… I know how many times I said I’m…
You touched me... I pulled you into my arms and You were safe. I caressed your face and I felt love all the way to my toes. I looked at you in wonder and you kissed me. You tasted like ...
He visto la paz, he visto el dolor descansando en los hombros de nues… ¿Ves la verdad a traves de todas l… ¿Ves el mundo a través de ojos ape… Y si quieres hablar de esto otra v…
In the mirror I saw an angel weep… I tried but I couldn’t avert my e… I realized too late No one is perfect no matter how ha… I realized the reflection in the m…
Then, I said, let verse Soar, embellish, settle, explore Soul, strand, air, sea, land, love… Find all of it lost to found that is both dream
He sits in His room, pen and paper at hand, afraid that His missives are nothing but bland. Emotions unbridled
When I see through the glass I see through time where senses do not exist where fears evaporate I stand up
