The arteries of my heart are chained to the cuffs of your disease.
Vulner love able.

She wakes up in the morning
Doesn’t look for clothes to wear
Steps on the sturdy puddles on her floor
Looking down, her feet sinking beneath the ground
Thorns break her lower skin
“I found the earring I lost last night!”
Her boyfriend replies,
“Amor, I’m trying to sleep.”
Her feet finally come up for air.
Taking slow steps down the corridor
She greets her cat with a “hello Do-doi.”
Vulnerable, looking for safety, but he’s sleeping in their bed.
Alone and cold, she sits on her living room ice and reminisces her past.
“It was good… While it last… ed.”
No banks and stores to feed… No greed to appease.
Realization that the system will never care enough to call and say,
“How are you today? Can I take your pain away?”
When she was born, her family made her their life…
At 27 with a love as big as they come, she holds tightly to him every night
Knowing that they are in the same boat makes them set sail at ease
Yes, she returns to their bed, clings tightly onto him and says,
“You’re the harbor where I’ll dock my heart.”
And that’s just the way it is,
They must learn and grow.
She might feel vulnerable at times
But at least she’s got him by her side.

Every Morning.

Every morning
I wake up
In utter disbelief,
Waiting for life
To give me a break
And throw me a bone,
Day after day‪
Night after night,
After many heavy
Lonely sighs
I look out the window
Stare at the yellow
City lights,
With heaven so far
And redemption
Nowhere in sight,
Laughs from left to right.
Tears from the sky
Falling along
With the angels,
And the lights
No longer lit,
The clouds
No longer marine—
Drifting in
From off shore
Bringing the storm
That will flood
My life with its drops.
Until daylight
Turns into night light
And I fall asleep
Drowning in my pillow
Only to wake up heavy
And wet
Because I let it.

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Suspicion.

You and I

Somehow much better

When it was something

Simply created in

My mind.

When you no longer

Wanted me,

Played with my thoughts

Ran in my dreams

When we were

Nothing to you

It seemed.

The many nights

I tried to forget

The many texts

that you left unread,

You don’t know

The pain you caused.

Now you try and twist

The situation,

Accusing me of giving myself

Into temptation,

Other men,

Other lips,

Your hallucination.

All I did was love you,

Since February 14th

You’ve been in my mind,

If I did anything in the meantime,

It was to forget the pain

I used to hide.

I love you,

Isn’t that enough?

Lad.

Damn, it was that night.

I was walking on the street 

Suddenly I saw a man,

He was looking for a chance

For me to change his walk.

Walking on stones,

Droppin’ the lows,

Crackin his bones,

Smokin’ that fatty, lad— he had a mad look on his face.

His eyes blew up, heavy

With all the word I was say’—in

All them words I was say’—in.

Lovely Light.

What be the point

Am I cra-y ba-y?

Lovely light

Packin’ da pipe

Handle me—

In plain sight

Holdin’ me tight

Losin’ de fight

Lovin’ da light

Lovely light

Lovin’ da light.

Demons in ma head

Heard no word u—

Sad, said I love

Sad I caught

Fever in my way

Heaven it may

Death, I laid.

Redundant Emotions.

It’s not going to work out.

My love for you isn’t over—

It’s time to go about.

My love for you is unbelievable

And the endless doubts are cries.

She came on to me—

But it’s you I can’t live without.

My dreams and your lies—

I’ll die when my collection of tears dry.

Redundant expressions—

Written about,

Unavoidable without a doubt.

Obscure City.

My insecurities and my inner demons

Conspire against my well being

Looking around

Everyone laughing

No, their smiles are not kidding.

I’m a fool and I know it

For some reason wanna hold it—

To the truth I will be guiding

For the lies are always hounding

And unfailingly feeding

The living thoughts inside my mind—

The jesting grins are never wheeling.

My good senses left behind,

And my love forever fleeting,

Destiny finding it’s path in this

Obscure city.

Sunday’s Love Melody.

Every sunday afternoon

I fall in love with you.

Waking up with you next to me

Your eyes are the first thing I see.

The bliss that is knowing that we

Held each other the whole night through.

Thinking to myself that there

Is no one I would rather hold on to.

Eskimos, butterflies, your sweet lips on mine,

Saturday nights that we’ve spent drinking cheap wine.

My love for you is like a sweet song,

My heart beating its melody all day long.

Because I love you, from days past,

And will from this moment on.

Silent, Black.

Silent, black.

Suddenly the rivers flow,

With two bodies intertwined—

A lover’s glow.

Infiltrating silent womb,

The black tail’s end of a fight,

I won the battle, now I’m alive.

Nine cycles last,

Push the growth—

Birth of the world.

The wind and the waters carried my years.

With all walks of life traveling between the lucid

And paradigm.

But it’s much more than that—

It’s the pain of being in love,

The mountains of charisma,

His hallowed charm

Bent my silent hill,

Stretching out to the very core,

Flowing transcendence between

What is right and what is wrong.

Shooting up and diving into the silent, black

Stillness of the lights—

Masses of creation.

The loud cries of our nations.

The dark abyss that awaits the living.

The beauty of your voice and the church bells ringing.

The heavenly torches burning wild—

Waiting to give birth to the next holy child.

Alley.

In the dark alley of your heart

You tortured me alive

In the dark alley of your soul

You crushed my fragile bones.

But I lust for you

On the nights you come around

Leave me bleeding

Leave me screaming

Leaving me, living for more

Begging, crawling on all fours.

My sin belongs to you

And my love, loves too,

And my love, loves too.

The Void.

Scared of the future.

The breath of my life has gone astray.

My other half has been missing

I’m left crying in the dark,

Trying to keep our destiny at bay

No answers here, I’ll have to discard—

This feeling I’m holding inside.

Should I stay and endure?

And I want to cure

His lonely, broken heart.

Save his good soul

And put it in a jar.

To keep him safe from harm

Self destruction and fake love,

The one you find in a pill

Occupy the void he wants to fill.

He’s down and my love—

He’s unable to feel.

Struggle.

Every clash, a bad trip

You’re my drug, X wanna take

Keep me coming back for more.

Paranoid out of my mind

And this feeling I don’t wanna fight

Levelheaded love won’t happen—

Can’t think straight,

I want you by my side.

Pleasure and pain

Nothing subsides,

My love always gains.

Hell, I’ll drown my ethics for you.

But the little voice inside my head

Always says,

"Be careful where your hungry soul treads—

For the waters are dangerous,

And this love you won’t forget.”

The Other Woman.

I asked him to read my poems,

The ones I so kindly wrote thinking of him.

But he didn’t mind,

All he wanted to do was mention

His ex-girlfriend’s name

A million times.

My verses were so lovingly put together,

I must be a fool to think I could change his heart.

For in his present continuous I’m the target

And he’s throwing the darts.

His aim so good, hits me every time,

Pins me down and leaves me to bleed.

In the present perfect tense

I have grown to love him so,

But with his unbroken ways

He has been thinking of her everyday.

My hope for the future is

That I will forget

This pain ever happened.

In the past I waited for him to come around,

But now there is no hope left to satisfy.

Loving him is a crime—

For I’m the other woman.