(not today)

Sometimes when you’re living but you’re not really hopeful or expectant or that you just don’t want to continue to breathe. Sometimes you are just living. Sometimes you do things that may indicate (falsely) that it was expected of you to live one more day or the rest of your apparently busy and bright life. But unfortunately that is just a misconception. I fear that misconception. I fear leaving one thing or the other for the next day and I do not know if anybody is ever thankful for this procrastination, but I think that some people will be, after reading this because this procrastination prevents one from killing oneself and lets one live with all what one feels for one more day or the rest of one’s life. Living is challenging and so is dying. But the most challenging thing is to swing. The most challenging thing is to choose. For living you already are, you are breathing and eating and smiling and living, but what is it like to be dead? To be or not to be is the question. It’s hard to seek the answer, for this question is not just one. It is a series of questions that lead you into a tunnel from bright to dark, from light to night, it has doors and you have to choose which one to get into but you don’t know the path they lead to, you can only know by walking through it. There may be a way back but one might not be able to find it if one has gone too far.The brain is a huge space. Follow the light while you still can, for darkness will eat you up and you will end up in a drab place.

beautiful however

don’t want to be 

close to you

don’t want to see

what you see

don’t want to stay
in this place,
full of uncertainty 

just want to go away

far, far away

into the blue sea

where the winds blow

wherever I want them to be

where I want to go

wherever the waves take me

knowing it’ll be

beautiful however.

scarred mind
crooked thoughts
dying inside
patience rots

say it all
speak out loud
hush stop
don’t burst your cloud

pour your heart
in this lullaby
sing me to sleep
while you sit back and cry

and hurt and bleed
I’ll wake up the morrow 
beaming with ecstasy
while you still die in sorrow

no hope for tomorrow
no will for today
pleading with Him to
send you away.

I do not know.

-excerpt from a letter that I'll never send

I do not know why am I writing this when I can say anything directly to your face, when I can share how I truly feel without any hesitation, when I can share my pain or what's inside my brain without even thinking about it, or can I?
 I do not know.

ice cold world

eerie cold outside 

barren and wide

spicules of ice

first may entice

then make bleed

'til you plead 

cry in despair

chilly biting air

dear vagabond

don't go beyond 

it's an everlasting feud

cruel and shrewd 

springs never bloom

warmth has no room

stay in here

vagabond dear

beyond is hell

dead numbing well

it'll either make you weep

or lose sleep

it'll either make you regret

or never wake up instead.

amorphous white clouds rise up in my head

made by the little things that I leave unsaid

light as cotton they float and stroll

heavy as emotions cold as my soul

trapped in a cage I can't feel

will you hold me close until I heal?

will you hold onto me and never let me go?

will you take my hand and kiss me slow?

will you embrace the beauty of the rain?

will you stay by my side when I'm in pain?

will you make all our dreams come true?

will you have faith in me like you have faith in you?

something more 

The melody of your footsteps 

while you walk into my heart

Slowly, steadily then so fast

The song my heart sings 

when it finds you approaching 

It's sweet but the beats

deadly and dangerous 

As hot as fire

a burning desire 

As cold as a broken heart

which has been torn apart

Escalating emotions 

deeper than the oceans

You hold me tight

We dance through the night

What's between us is inexpressible 

It's not love

It's something more

It's the pain and the cure

Your soul and my soul wed

entangled with this enchanting thread.

night shift

moves swift  

fists clenched
mind drenched
in darkness
and fear
trembling steps
so still so warm
silence before the storm
lightening strikes 
as those hungry eyes
pounce on her 
she screams she cries
louder than thunder 
but in vain
so much pain so much pain
heart aches
faith dies
should've seen her shining eyes
should've seen the dream they saw
before you raped her and ate them raw

I sit in the bus and I see

A future without me

I sit in the bus and I feel

My cuts and wounds heal

I sit in the bus and I find

An ailing old lady with eager eyes

Staring at me for quite a while

Keen on sitting in my seat

I look at her in denial 

I can't let her take my place

I'm not ready to switch my phase

I sit in the bus and I don't know

Where it is going next

But I know where it is going to go.

I am not a poet
For I can't compose 
the poem of my heart
when I see you smile

I am not an artist
For I can't sketch 
the outline of the beauty
that lies within you

I am not a sculptor 
For I can't chisel 
the sultry curves 
of your voluptuous body

But I am a lover
for I have loved you
and I will love you
forever mi amor