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?