Shapes are we

As you meet

You’ll find new things

Squares and circles

Of which might turn into rectangles and ovals

But you must remember that square and circle

You must remember its curves and straight lines

Lines and curves they were once

Don’t forget that

Continue rolling and stepping but don’t forget the shapes

For they were once circles and squares

They adapt, they hurt, and they feel

They also hear

Make sure its not you that changed those shapes

If you did, don’t go back

But continue

Continue going through them till you reach circles and squares again

Don’t stop, but endure.

Persist.

Blue

Ocean blue skies are our ceiling

I lie on your chest

Feeling every vibration that’s sent

From your heart through your skin up to my ears and cheeks

Big bass drums are they

They keep a steady low beat

Surrounding me with a soothing constant sound

These non-stopping sound waves I ride

I ride steady and slow

Never ending

For your heart will nix stop beating for me

As neither will mine

Want to keep you.

There’s something about you that gives me the chills

It scares me, but only

For the damage others have left. 

You give me reassurance, but the wounds warn me

Warn me to look,

To look for the same signs that they were created

I feel bad when I do though

For I want to be able to trust… fearless…for the first time if it’s possible

That’s why I want to apologize,

I don’t mean to

I want to be able to give myself without thoughts

Without warnings,

 I want these defense mechanisms out

My own defenses are my own offenses, my enemy

I am scared but energy is wasted when one is cautious 

We shall see whether we keep each other

Or not

I hope I am able to keep you.

Pearls and Alleys

When life stings at it's hardest

When trees are ripped apart to build "homes" 
When my skin is tattooed by pearls and alleys

and there's only one fourth yet to be marked upon

I wish upon rainbows and stars

I wish upon fluffy clouds to be my car

to show me a better world

a world where I don't have to decide to smile

but nature's smile is reflected upon my face

I wish to be Eve and change the path that humanity took

Even though I wish for all this...

I don't have to wish anything with you

for you're always the same

thank you, papa.

Name it what you want to name it.

There's something about love that stings you like no other sword can

It cuts you apart, in half

It's painful yet addicting

Suffocating, yet charming

It's mysterious, like a dark room...there's no escape

When caught by love

You're dead.

Flor Venenosa tu eres

You think it's fair to pour my love for a flower that never shows it's fruit?

You think it's fair to care for the flower in the cold winter, hot summer, colored autumn, and fragrant spring?

You think it's fair to hear every little word uttered by this flower's little cute dulce and venomous mouth?

You think it's fair to plant love 

wait for it's fruit

and give it to this flower that holds it's fruits toward moi?

You think it's fair for me to love this flower, when no one else does?

I use to think so, 

fervently believed so, 

but flower...I need some caring too.

I need some of your petals to light up my dull and somber path.

But you hold them and flourish them for others that don't give a dime. 

I need your petals to signal me where this path is going:

death or life.

You think that's fair?

Friendship.

I love you not only for what you are, 

but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, 

but for what you are making of me. 

I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, 

and more than any fate could have done to make me happy.
You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself. 

Perhaps that is what being a friend means, after all. 

Anonymous.

Come away with me

 Poem Inspired by:  

Her soft sleek hair wisps across her cheek

her words are few but her eyes speak volumes

quietly she longs for something to speak life into her soul,

for something more beautiful than even she herself could explain

Yet the silence of the world envelopes her thoughts

And as the nature listens to every breath she takes

She smiles for the love of it and hums for the sound of it

She whispers to a tune so faint and dances to the beat of her own drum

The wind speaks for her....cuz her happiness lies in the elements that cradle her to sleep.

 Credit: Kimberly Viera ♥

♫ Me gustas tu ♫

Patagonia

There are times where I feel 

as if I was dropped in the middle 

of a dirt road in the desert

Stranded, 

not known and knowing where I am

That’s how I feel with you.

There are times where I feel 

as if I was dropped in the middle of the Patagonia

Awaiting for the midst to take over my senses 

and sight

To come in, 

to bulge into me and 

take me cautiously yet with no precautions

To the peaceful place 

where you have been waiting 

patiently yet excitedly for my entrance

My love, 

there are so many things 

that I might not understand about you

Or your past

Or unknown things, 

things that when people ask it makes me think..

how much do I really know you?

Yet as these questions are asked 

your face comes up before, 

blocking all these letters and commas

And takes over the canvas

Making it into the Patagonia, 

my Patagonia

There’s nothing more beautiful then being on you,

On the highest mountains 

and feeling the air, 

the breeze upon my shoulders and neck

There’s nothing that I might know 

about this Patagonia, 

but I don’t need to

I don’t need to

I don’t need to know, 

because I will risk my life to climb every mountain 

just to find every flower, 

every little insect, 

every little pebble that is on this place

To some it might be insignificant

But in your Patagonia, 

you my Patagonia, 

each one of these has a name

Not just a name, 

but a meaning; 

a background, 

a color, 

a scent

Everything I need to know 

about you 

my Patagonia, 

is that you will let me travel you

let me travel inside out

like the sea shells do to the ocean

Let me travel, 

let me surround you, 

let me discover you, 

for I was built for those roads in you

Some dark and shady

Some sunny and moony

Yet each one of them are you

And I, my love 

will dedicate my life to travel you

For you are my Patagonia.

Sincere and Genuine

Babe is this dementia?

Or an unknown sickness

That causes one to think that we've been

Here before

Every time I think I see something new,

It’s a vague memory of a past memory

I wonder if it’s normal (what is normal?)

To want to be with you every minute, every day

The worst part is that it doesn't feel selfish.

It actually feels sincere and genuine.

rythme ♫

Rhythm, everything is rhythm

Not that everything has rhythm

But everything is rhythm

Even the tiniest, slowest drop of water

Has/is rhythm in its own special beat

Everything has/is a metronome

Metronome that guides us to find each other

That guides us to find our mates, or our own beats or same beats

Rhythm is everything. 

Rhythm is love. 
  
Written:
Under the Brooklyn Bridge at night, 
watching the city filled with lights
listening to the slow and smooth wind
that brought the rocks and water towards me
how could i possibly not be inspired?

Honey Bee

As I am sitting here

Feeling the sensation

Of your softly tendered hair

My skin fluoresces into milkweed and honey

Wanting and waiting for you to come

Just as a bee

To drink, to take off me

All my kindness and sweetness of love

Yet as you take

You give back

Give back the joy and color that comes

As you lay on me

For there is nothing sweeter than honey

And that´s cause honey, honey you are

your laugh

It was nice to hear your laugh, 

it felt like I was listening to an old record. 

Not for it's "bad sound" but for it's age. 

It was like grabbing an old photograph/frame, 

that has been dusted on 

and had probably turned yellowish-brown 

(just like old newspapers) 

and one grabs it leaving fingerprints on it, 

blowing air to try to get a better 

view of the picture 

when all of a sudden, 

there it is. 

That memory, sensation, 

that causes that smile upon your face. 

You felt that you had forgotten about it. 

But no. 

It was there. 

It's been there all this time. 

Just like a "good girl" it was quiet, 

awaiting for instructions to speak 

and become part of you again. 

Of your surroundings. Of your life. 

Your laugh has become part of me once again.

One

Head. Injuries. Swollen. Scars. 

Sunshine. Legs. Grass. Dirt on feet. 

I lay, you lay. 

Sky. No color. 

No true color. 

Just a connotation of colors all mixed into shape. 

Eyes. Seek. 

Seek to find, to touch. 

To believe.

I can touch with my eyes things 

and places where my skin wouldn't touch, 

where my hands wouldn't go. 

Is it sick to say that I would like 

to be the epidermis on your face? 

I would love to travel. 

Your pimples would be my volcanoes. 

Your blond hairs will be my "Montana grass". 

Your black hairs will be my open road, 

where I am able to reach any mph 

and not be ticketed. 

Only by your goosebumps, will I stop. 

For they create a mountainous drive way, 

where I need to be cautious 

not only for myself  

but for you too. 

For we are a connection.

Conquering Game

As I am sitting here

Feeling the sensation of your body

I feel like a duck on a delta

Tranquil and aspiring the calming horizon

Yet awaiting for that big wave of new water and ocean 

that will soon become part of me and you

Of us

There´s nothing sweeter than the strong currents 

that you make me ride

All as I wait for your passion to conquer me once more

voce dolce

Bubbles, whispering, metro

All I hear is your sweet voice

Dough, chocolate, tea, milk

Slide down the trees

Squeaky sounds are made

Yet all I hear is your sweet voice

Begonia, iris, and larkspur

Deep thoughts, inspiration, beautiful spirit

Your voice still whispers to me

Soft voice still whispers to me

Soft smooth hair on skin

Delicious

Skin touch to skin, beautiful peaceful