Strings

Like musical notes you play with my strings

Strings of heartache and smiles

I am your musical instrument

I am your guitar and drums

You cut and touch breaking me, yet

Playing musical notes

You beat me and

Tell me to hush

Cymbals are slowly quieting down

Creating an “zooooom” sound

But the song doesn’t end there

My screaming elevates out from the rest of the instruments

And in alto a tear is played

Tear of pain, yet freedom

A harp was risen
soft and precise fingers

Play musical notes 

(whistles) Taxi.

She swifts away yet
passes you softly 
touching you with her thin 
black hair
her legs walk past you
flamingo strong 
up, down, up, down they go
her heels are 
ta, ta, ta
you pronounce her name with 
every taste bud in your tongue
savoring her,
sensing her for one last time
as she leaves for another's arms

I've been eaten

I've known you

but it feels like we are

on a blindate

I've seen your face

million times, yet today

I get nervous to be in 

your gaze

We know each other

as friends

but not as lovers

We've seen each others lips

but never the curves at each end

and their dark chocolate-caramel color

If only I could have those curves

that your body makes, in my hands

that soft touch 

my hand traveling, discovering every

inch of you

your neck, oh your neck

so tall and handsome

your hair, oh your hair

dark it swallows

but your eyes

they, ....

they, ... eat a person whole

Kit-Kat break

I am taking a break from you

Cause apparently you can’t take a break from him

There’s something about sharing you

I live for it

I await when you take ‘rainchecks’ and call me instead

The problem is

It hasn’t been rainy lately

And my umbrella has grown rusty

Rusty from being left on the side

Forgotten about, not used

You will never take a break from him

For you are a masochist

And so was I

From you,

I loved your pain

Hence “loved”

Past tense

I am no longer an extra in your life

But I am the protagonist in mine. 

Tracks

Why you do this to my head?

You get in, get out, ride around

like you have an all-day pass

But I am the stupid one that gives you

The unlimited card

I hate how you ride my tracks whenever,

No matter the time

But hate even more how I can’t ride your tracks

For your tracks have a name

And it’s not mine, neither yours

They are owned by someone who is not me

And that kills me

Kills me because I am so darn respectful of boundaries

You seem happy with the name of your tracks

I just wish they didn’t have a name

I wish they were free and

Still had time to present my name

But it’s too late

That tracks are named,

And don’t want to break them

Don’t want to cause chaos in the underground

Your tracks mean more to me

Than my own

♫ ‎"I believe that Life is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing and finding happiness, appreciating the memories, learning from the past, and realizing people change..." ♫

Dude or Bro

I've been afraid all my life to say "I love you"
I've said it a million times but it always ends with:
Dude or bro
Since we were young kids,
You always felt this love for me
It seemed so mature that it scared me
I mean, come on we were kids!
You were suppose to have candy and games in your eyes
Yet your eyes were soft, caring and thoughtful
I've loved you dear friend since our competition started
But I didn't love "Love"
I was more afraid of it
Afraid of being casted under that spell,
Not a white spell but a dark one
One that would make me act stupid and forget about my goals in life
What goals could I've had at such a young age, you ask
Only one, really, to not be heartbroken.
I've always been mature for my age
and for that, I don't regret not having told you "I love you"
But I think I might have taken my sweet time and
Now you won't notice whether "dude" or "bro" are at the end of the sentence.

Just let me say this:
Sorry for being coward and selfish but I truly care to tell you that my goal in life now,
is to tell you that,
"I love you." 

Child of mine.

My child, every step you take I’ve known

Every word uttered by your mouth was first heard by me

My dearest infant, don’t you see that I’ve been there before, during and will be in the end?

Can’t you see that you are mine?

My precious treasure you are

I think the most of you

 My shiny butterfly

Colorful and free

The only part missing is my heart in you.

My heart.  

Fridge of mine

Little ice cube you

you come and go

as winter and summer do

you get bigger as you go

and disappear as you get close

this time that you've been here

you've left your mark on me

leaving me wanting a fridge 

to keep you alive and close to me

but just as i thought 

you grew so big 

that i could not keep you in a bottle

or in a photograph as a memory

instead you are a whole season: my winter

as people get cold 

and lack warmth

you're that ice cube that keeps me safe

Eden

I need to be strong

Need to be strong for you

You’ve been rejected

But I won’t reject you

You’re trying to go home

Trying to feel home at my love

But it’s not my love you need, love

It’s deeper than that

I can only guide you to the key

I wish I could take your pain

All I can do is prove that I won’t reject you

I won’t leave you

I’ll be here to protect you

Sipping warm coffee in the green grass

Letting nature create Eden for us  

Our hearts will make the path toward it

Let’s go to Eden love

Trust me…

Trust. 

solitaria

When we meet eyes in a crowd

We play hide and go seek

I see you

You see me

And you hide

You go to a place where only I will find you

Where only you and I can be

People are around us

Surrounding us, but not inside our world

It’s a one man game

I am solitaire

I am all the shapes and colors that you want me to be

You put me together and you tear me apart

You’re my all 

My Swan

Her soft tender lips caress my cheek as my hand slowly strokes her back

Her color is so grand

It’s dark and swallows

Swallows you whole, like dark chocolate

With enticing looks, yet trembling lonely results

You’re something special

Like the white florescent light that shines my walk at night

Your eyes are my beam of light

They’re big and bright, just like your heart

Its red and bulging out for me

We move to the beat of your heart,

Thud, thud, thud

We go into the sky

Not dreaming of stars but seeing them in each other

Two sparkling lights surrounded by darkness

We’re not blackholes, but galaxies 

Morena mia

Morena tierna mía

Con tus curvas me envenenas la mente

Flaca alta como un flamenco

Como un cisne celestial tu eres

Mi cuerpo lo haces responder sin mí pedir

Reacciona por si solo sin poder controlarse

Eres mi dulce de leche

Pura,

mescla de blanco, morocha y negra

Tu sangre es ardiente como el aji

Es una sensación cosquillosa al principio besarte

Pero intoxicante al respirar aire

Mi morena linda

No eres mi mundo

Pero mi música

Escucha mi corazón latir

Esa es una de las canciones que tu produces en mi

Morena tierna mía

No quiero ser uno contigo en la cama

Pero quiero ver como tus pechos se levantan y caen al respiran el mismo aire que yo

Ver cada uno de tus cabellos deslizarse de lado a lado al soñar

Mi morena

Eres preciosa. 

pathe

^{The most absurd of absurd has happened before. Whatever knowledge you have has been had by another. Whatever it is that you think you may have has already been had by another. This that I am writing has been written by another; millions years ago, or just a few days past. There’s nothing new. Everything that has been done, will again be done. There is no enlightment. Whatever we do, is out of a vague memory of our ancestors, our elders telling us to do such things. Because of our boast and self-efficient nature, we continue to do as our ancestors and not what they told us to do: be original. The difference we do it in different styles, yet the final outcome is still the same, perdition. The wisdom you think you’re gaining by traveling or discovering the world is just a mix of everyone else’s done-by-generation-outcomes. You don’t need to get out of your sit to discover and obtain wisdom, the most intelligent, brilliant human beings have been people that never stepped out of their house, their room. They were in their own world, they created a new world for them, a world that wouldn’t tamper their individuality. A world, a place where they had to sacrifice the beautiful nature outside to be in their own bright place. Imagination and wisdom were created here, for they developed their own way, they did not go into others paths.} 

^{Create your own path.} 

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I feel bitterness growing
the garden in the corner is
growing weeds once again
and I feel the pain slowly
stabbing me
hurting me with its warmthness
its red warmthness spreading
throughout my back, chest
and mind.
You've tainted me
 branded me with burning fire
orange and fumes
"It" doesn't hurt
"You" hurt.

One path

Take me, Take me
Take me to you
Hug me, God
I want to be so close to you
that I am able to feel your heartbeat
Take me to that silence where there's peace

I feel impotent
I feel caged God
I love you, and I know you love me
but God I feel lonely
Why is it that doing your will is
such a lonely path God?
This has been, is a painful path
I am constantly falling, failing
Teach me.

2511

You that feels left out
unloved, not cared about
pushed, used
I feel the same way
I can't say it gets better
because I am still not there
you that has been promised
things, things like friendship
and love
and they've been forgotten
or rather never thought of
I can't say the pain lessens
for I am not there yet
yet...those are still words
of hope
You that pains, you that is
hurt of being damaged and
not given time to heal
I can't say it'll go away
but I know without him
it'll be worse
Dont blame him, just live
you know youre alive when
you feel, when you're hurt.

Music I love

Your eyes sparkle

like the sun on water

clarity they bring

pure and suave honey skin you have

Ah, your beautiful scent is imprinted upon my 

nostril's hair

your scent is their ecstasy

They roll as you pass 

and crash 

when there's no more honey left

when there's no more sweetness

Your smile takes me to heaven

they're my fluffy clouds 

covering all of me, yet naked in them

When you speak 

you don't just create words or sentences

you create music, a tune

a tune with such a smooth bass 

that if you zoom in 

into my skin 

you are able to see my hairs being taken over by deep tsunami waves 

originating from notes created by harp strings in your throat

and you wonder why I like music...