In a world of
Unexpressed views and pent up opinions
It is my only respite

In a place where
Fettered minds and shackled wills abound
It is my only respite

When the existing norms are
Bottled in feelings and concealed anger
It is my only respite

When the status quo is
Chained emotions and restricted feelings
It is my only respite

When the pigeonholes are simply
Prevaricated visages and counterfeit miens
It is my only respite

When the constricted boxes...

There he was
Wrinkled face reeked of failure
Stone-cold eyes said nothing
They were dead
He stared into my eyes and I stared into his
His eyes said nothing
I wonder what mine did

What he did do
To get here
What was his life like before
Maybe he was handsome
Maybe he had a future somewhere
Maybe he was destined to end up here
​I guess I’ll never know

He's gone
Through the hallways I shout
"Where is he!" ...

I lose hope
I fall down
Get up again
But i drown
What's the point
Trying to turn that frown back around
 

A brief ice shower to start the month
It's a fleeting glance at panic,
Just one short meltdown and then back
To Busy and Smiling and Manic.

And hail is whispering close now,
I’ve forgotten my umbrella,
Duck under candy plastic sheets
To postpone a minute dilemma.

Ensure I stay out of the way,
Stick to my neon galaxy,
I’ve already nailed pathetic,
Won’t someone please fetch me fallacy?

When we are born, we are given a pen
A pen embellished by our mothers and fathers,
A pen that we will hold in our back pocket until the ink runs out,
Allowing us to construct with rich vocabulary the life we choose to live,
And As we grow we can scribble in shaky lettering 
How much it angers us that our mom made us eat peas,
How our dad put us in time out,
Or how that one...

Thorns crawl up and down the home
that two intertwined souls used to inhabit
Set in stone are their separate ways
They call it love with an expiration date.

A home kept warm with devotion so bright
Now nothing more than a dash between two dates
Commitment gone cold and a love left alone
draws the unwelcome company of fate.

Nothing says "we're not each other's anymore"
like splitting pathways and splitting headaches
With packed things and abandoned rings
broken...

A brief ice shower to start the month
It's a fleeting glance at panic,
Just one short meltdown and then back
to Busy and Smiling and Manic.

And hail is whispering close now,
I’ve forgotten my umbrella,
Duck under candy plastic sheets
To postpone a minute dilemma.

Ensure I stay out of the way,
Stick to my neon galaxy,
I’ve already nailed pathetic,
Won’t someone please fetch me fallacy?

Will my headaches ever go away?
I feel like they should;
I feel like I’ve suffered enough hours of constant pain,
harassing my mind until my vision jumps and zooms and freezes-
a camera roll cracked on each frame of its existence.
My every thought is consumed by the knocking on wood.
It hurts.
    It hurts.
        IT HURTS.
The words are like a drumbeat in my mind that never stops.
The pain hums in a loop of ...

After everything else,
and all that you said
Did you honestly think you could do this again?
Like we did for a while,
A tongue in a cheek,
A language we learned but forgot how to speak,

You've been stuck in a haze,
A pattern displayed,
By a life that we had but you let get away,
'Cause you held it too close and kept it inside,
A fire you want but you’d never ignite.

You were right

After everything...

As I arrange my minds’ nebulae-&-planets,
I sedate all the angry asteroids and comets
The thoughts a moon with many phases,
The soul scouring each of the multiple mazes.

Few of the opinions leave me in the dark,
While in few I see a great glowing spark.
My mind’s very own Sun, I should say,
As more notions come to lead the way.

Rising with every breath is the atmosphere,
When shall I but draw the conclusion near?
With swirls-&-twirls,...

I don't bother to sleep early anymore.
I don't want to sleep early anymore.

Something about the deep far reaches
Into the night keeps on drawing me in.

The pitch-black that wraps around me, comfortingly.
The silence that permeates my ears in a lullaby.
The moon and the stars that,
Although hidden by the clouds,
Watches over me from above.

I lay motionless yet restless in the satin tendrils of my bed.
Sleep stays for only four to six hours. ...

Holding the bow firmly,
I aim for the heart,
Knowing in my lungs
It will rip it apart.
I’ve dreamt this before,
Know the target’s every spot,
Hearing the winds breathe
I know I’ll make this shot!
I can feel the sun’s rays,
Know it glistens in the sky,
Here to celebrate with me
As I make my bulls--
                            No.
What?
What did you say?
The clock keeps ticking
Aren’t I aiming the right way?
         ...

Often, my face hurt from smiling too much.
Other times, my face has no expression.
Occasionally, tears stream down my face.
Once, I was crying and smiling at the same time.

My heart changes often,
I have no control.
It is a free bird in the sky,
With a thought of its own.

My mind goes to places, 
To places, I didn't realize I know about.
It is restless,
And wanders where it wants.

My whole being lives in between; ...

Open your eyes,
My fresh water lily,
Commander of the
Water that falls from the skies,
And take in the sweet syrup,
That strengthens your 
Petals of ivory and gold, 
And wear your crown,
Proudly, My fresh water lily 

I know,
For a fact,
Things won't always be perfect,

I know, 
Without a doubt,
Everything won't always go my way,

I know,
Indeed,
That my world won't always be select,

But I know,
I can try,
To make it seem okay,

Walls may crumble down beside me,
Creating disarray,
But I must look beyond these falling walls,
To make everything seem okay.

Fire may burn inside my heart,
Pain and hurt in swordplay,
But I can't let the heat...

But by the sky and the stars,
the endless night that shrouds this haunted castle,
there is a voice that fills the cracked and broken land,
it sings like the nightingale and almost touches distant Mars.
 
But by the sun and the moon,
the forever land that circles this catastrophic humanity,
there are thousands of broken people,
they weep like the waterfalls in Niagara and hum to their broken heart’s tune.
 
But by the deep and the dark, ...

dipping your toes in
the deep end-
how much love
your heart could
hold

kiss me like you are the moon,
says your mother,
with her ragged pelt
and sharp teeth-

you are her only child
to survive the sunrise-

she bathes you in starlight
and cuts your skin,
weans you on her tears,
so you love her-

and you have never feared
the dark-

drunk on sunshine,
your feet tangled in
the meadows
where you were
born

here the...

In a world of
Unexpressed views and pent up opinions
It is my only respite

In a place where
Fettered minds and shackled wills abound
It is my only respite

When the existing norms are
Bottled in feelings and concealed anger
It is my only respite

When the status quo is
Chained emotions and restricted
It is my only respite

When the pigeonholes are simply
Prevaricated visages and counterfeit miens
It is my only respite

When the constricted boxes allow ...

So I guess there’s a war
I have to win.
I guess there’s this void
I have to fill,
or maybe it’s time to go down to the gates
of hell
and beat on them until someone comes,
comes to tell me my lot,
how many battles I have fought,
how many I still have left
to lose.
Maybe from the lips of a demon
it will not seem like so much,
and I will take the leap,
the plunge, ...

 You can be the queen of your own world
(If you close your eyes hard enough.)
 If you picture the cogs of time resetting, you may be transported.
 We’ve both been here before –on the tip of my tongue lies the villa
 L’cafard does not matter.

I am not allowed to ache for things I cannot miss, but I do anyways
I am allowed to mourn you in my own right.
To picture at once, a fluorescent night,
Hot with...

Why can’t I tell what I’m feeling?
Dipped once, twice, in a lake of love
I breathe but I swear I’m not breathing
Vowing never again as the surface breaks above
But the shaking only drives my heart aching
Gasp again and dive deeper yet still
Eyes awake but my heart isn’t awaken
Inhale the water like time before death
Because I crave nearness of a yearning
But do I? Faced with the little sanity left
Lungs are burning oh...

my world
is silent
and safe
i rest in the seas of tranquility, smattered with 
the golds of Buddha
of which i am
most likely unworthy
the sea sometimes
is rocky, 
jagged points splay out upon my
world
people are the points
smooth as mahogany
bright as marble
but there 
are the ones that are gone
they are the nubby rocks
that seagulls use 
as comodes
serves them right
i linger in between 
half finished bottles of manzana
laid out...

They call it a break up but I don’t feel broken 
I think I cried more during the movie then over this 
Maybe it’s because I expected this turn of events 
So I was able to build up new walls before everything came tumbling down 
Or maybe he never had my heart in the first place
After all, I am quite heartless 
It’s the same old story with a new antagonist 
“It’s not you it’s me”
“I never meant to...

Like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.,
I, too, have a dream.
But it is not a dream for the people
Or a dream for the world.
It is a dream for me and for my future.
This dream is a dream beyond high school
A dream beyond college
A dream beyond graduation.
But this dream is not a revolution;
It is an evolution.
 
My dream is one that cannot be replicated.
My personality
My dream
My brain
Uniqueness is...

Why is it so dark
In the middle of the night?

So the whisper-willows can flicker flicker flicker
And whisper whisper whisper
That you aren't good enough not strong enough not brave enough not smart enough
While you stand by, trying to stay tough?

Why is it so bright
In the middle of the day?

So the diamond-bird can shimmer shimmer shimmer
And twitter twitter twitter
That they should look at all your flaws fix yourself you're so weak who...