Soledad... triste, triste soledad,…
Porque estoy en la oscuridad traga…
Vengo en el camión,
buscando tu rostro.
Por eso mis versos
Existen tormentas formadas por pal…
existen mares profundos creados po…
existen fonemas que pueden mover m…
y existen frases que perturban a l…
El viento viento es movido por acc…
Que bonita enredadera es aquella
que hace que te estremezcas,
no de miedo, ira, tristeza,
sino de una felicidad inmensa.
Que hermosa enredadera es aquella
I feel her grip beneath my skin,
And here I know it shall begin.
I’ll struggle hard to no avail,
For this is one time I must fail.
I tried to kick and scream and fig…
Once in time though times now gone…
My chest displayed a space,
Empty though it surely was,
A beat was captured in this place.
My head a bowl for blinded joy,
Tell me its petty,
Childish and dumb.
Adding up glasses,
To figure a sum.
Hate my flaws as they offend,
Wrinkles, scars and creases.
Break me down and make me bend,
Although I’ve been in pieces.
The shame I feel in every rhyme,
Hunger, live and feel,
You strive to prove that all is re…
A porcelain enigma on the sharpest…
When all shall one day burn what i…
Flip to fall the one over all,
Lay myself onto the floor,
Absorbed in my own space.
Taken hostage in my core,
To muse within this place.
Wires running down my spine,
Words attaching to my brain,
Enigmas, puzzles, thoughts insane.
Rainbows, spikes, and crooked grin…
Voodoo dolls flaunting their pins.
Images of times gone by,
Let these words escape my lips,
A plethera of thought,
Pouring from my fingertips,
And lying frozen in this spot.
Mesmerized by times gone by,
My body’s tied in knots,
My heart the biggest one,
It cannot be unraveled,
Loosened or undone,
I wish it served a purpose,
What do I have?
Its not much I know.
A head full of bullshit
And nothing to show
I’m strung out, I’m crying
I Stand up so slowly,
Never making a sound,
And I tighten my grip,
On the lost that I’ve found,
I ache in that spot,
Slowly moving up my spine this new…
Bringing circuits back to life it…
Putting color into flesh and life…
A pulse into the smallest touch an…
The network is connected, the grou…
Air is stagnant,
Breath is short,
Listen now to my report.
Hungry stares in silence say,
They’re the victim, you’re the pre…
What is it that inspires,
That pushes pulls and aches?
Cast about and forced upon,
The product that it makes.
Frenzied though they surely are,
This pain and regret I cast out a…
Just goes right through you and th…
You’re in every breath and consume…
As it fills up my lungs and blows…
The more that I wish, the more th…
I will be your witch
Your hated and your feared
A body for your blame
And a patron for the weird
I will be your evil
A song was sung, A voice was hear…
It caught the wind as if a bird,
It pierced the sky and breathed th…
Then flew a light-speed through my…
I’ll never know, I’ll never touch…
I know not of a single place,
Nor of a single soul.
To occupy this empty space,
Or fill this gaping hole.
Its empty so it seems,
Let the senses take to flight,
And glisten without fear.
Spiraling at such a height,
They overcrowd the atmosphere.
Attaching to what is and was,
The center of a storm is beautiful…
Silent, still, and picturesque,
Everything…all the chaos is only w…
Never imposing or ever encroaching…
Only existing, only thriving, only…
Every time I see you,
You take my breath away,
And with every little smile,
My sanity starts to sway.
It may be the sound of your laugh,
For the times that they lied,
She added a scar,
To the collection of tallies,
On the side of her arm.
For the hands that touched her,
I finally realized it,
What I’ve been doing wrong
I’ve been searching for something,
That was here all along.
I’ve been looking everywhere,
It’s funny how I couldn’t write,
So you must be really special,
Because for the first time in a wh…
I’m itching for my pencil.
Writer’s block is stupid,
My dreams are as beautiful as my r…
And finally both have a constant,
Sometimes I think I’m just imagin…
The perfection of this moment
The memories of pain are fading,
As I open my eyes,
After a time of forgetting,
I see a rose through my blurry eye…
A symbol of what I’m admitting.
It sits there quietly,