jueves, 17 de noviembre de 2016

Hide the Evidence of the Crime Scene


Darling, you hide the evidence of the crime scene,
where there once existed love. 
You break the love letters, burn down the memories, 
and bury them deep down in lies.

Yet, we all know it's you who is to blame for the body, 
that rests cold and lifeless inside.
So hide the evidence, hide it for good,
but you'll never forget where this love once stood.


jueves, 20 de octubre de 2016

It Was Still Raining Inside

"Do you think it's going to rain all week?" he asked.
"I don't know," the little girl said.

From the corner of her eye she could see the man packing in his room.
His belongings where all scattered on the floor, patiently waiting for him to place them in his suitcase.

"I really hope it won't," the little boy said. "I want to start swimming tomorrow."
The house was completely silent, except for the sound of raindrops falling on the roof and the occasional shuffling sound that came as the man struggled to place things inside his bag.

The two little children just sat there, eyes on the floor, waiting for what was coming.

SNAP! The sound of a bag closing brought them back from the faraway land of their daydreams, the place they would go to escape reality. But it was over. Done.

The man inside the room pulled up his suitcase and they both stood up to follow him to the door. As they watched him step out into the parking lot, she could see that it had finally stopped raining outside. The sun had come out and the sky had cleared up. The leaves reflected the sun's gleam and the last drops of rain were finally finding their way to the ground. It all seemed so calm.

Finally, the time had come and the little girl and boy hugged the man goodbye. As they watched their father step into the car and drive away, she couldn't help but hear drops falling again.

"I think it will be raining all week," she said, as they slowly walked back into the water that was still falling inside

Expiration Date

If only it was that simple.
I'm looking at a can's expiration date,
And I can't help but to think that in reality,
Life does not work out that way.

If only I knew the date of expiration,
The amount of time before the disintegration,
Of life,
Of love.

lunes, 17 de octubre de 2016

The Adventures of Mr. Crab


Mr. Crab,
has quite a busy day,
but he dropped by to visit.
For long he couldn't stay. 

Go on Mr. Crab, go back to the sea,
it is with your family that you have to be.
Not one, or two, or even three,
its six little crabs that you oversee.

So go on Mr. Crab, be on your way.
Thanks for the visit you paid me today.
.

viernes, 2 de marzo de 2012

Life After Him



There is life after him.
It does not mean that I don’t love him anymore,
Because I do and in a way, I always will.
It does not mean that I do not miss him,
Because I do. He took a part of my heart when he left.
It does not mean that I have forgotten him,
Because I never will. He has been one of the most important persons in my life. 
It does not mean that I am over this and over him,
Because he is still the leading man of many of my dreams.
It just means that I know that life goes on and so will I,
Because I understand that I have the right to be happy,
Even if it is not by his side,
And I have accepted the fact that so does he.

miércoles, 2 de noviembre de 2011

You Won’t Come Back to Me This Time

You walk to the door and I’m just sitting here,
Second guessing myself.
I see you are moving on. I fear,
I’ll be the dusty book in the back of your shelf.
                                                               
You open the door and I’m just laying here,
Doubting if my decision was right.
I know I was the one who let you go my dear,
But I thought you’d be the one who’d put up a fight.

You walk out the door and I’m just crying here,
Feeling that I’ve managed to make the relationship fall.
You are all I ever wanted. I have it clear,
But I conspired against myself to lose it all.

I know I was the one hurting you my dear,
When I wasn’t in my right state of mind.
I know I shouldn’t sit here and wait for you. It’s clear,
You won’t come back to me this time.

I know you are moving on. But, I’ll be sincere,  
I’m still wishing you were mine.
I’m laying here regretting everything my dear,
Still loving you after all this time. 

Have You Ever? (Holding On To You)

Have you ever felt your heart aching?
For me those were my dreams,
pounding the walls of my heart,
screaming for me to go back to you.

Have you ever felt your tears running?
For me that was my soul,
finding its way through me,
desperately trying to get a hold of you.

Have you ever felt you can't breathe?
For me that was my body,
Clinging to our last moment,
To that last breath of what will never get to be.

I Am the Person You Will Always Forget

I am the name that crossed your lips
Without meaning, without thought.
I am the person you will always forget.

I am the face your eyes once saw.
They passed me by, but never lingered.
I am the person you will always forget.

I am the distant voice calling your name.
You are unreachable and I am unheard.
I am the person you will always forget.

I am the person you go to when it’s dark.
Yet when you shine my dear, I’m forgotten,
Invisible, unnoticed.

But I will no longer be that person you always forget.
No longer invisible.
No longer unnoticed.

I’ll be the one haunting thought that’s filling your head,
The one memory you’ll look back and always regret,
The person who is gone and you’ll never forget.

I’ll Walk Away, But I Won’t Go That Far

I walk into the room and I see a thunderstorm coming
Because I see you’re angry and you know I’m there.
You start shooting at me your spiteful words
And I start crying, but you don’t really care.

I walk out knowing you’re the bad guy of this movie,
But you’re so good at putting up a pity show.
It is always the excuse of what you’ve been through
When you say you’re sorry for the words you throw.

All I know is you’re the constant reminder of a heartache,
And the reason why we are drifting apart. 
Does it make you feel better to see my heart breaking?
Because you know I’ll walk away, but I won’t go that far.

I Feel We’re Coming Down

I feel it’s coming down to nothing,
And I am holding on to hope.
I feel we’re being kept together,
By the last string of a breaking rope.

I feel it’s coming down to this moment,
And I know it might be our last.
This is the one chance, the crucial seconds,
To try to catch this falling glass.

I feel it’s coming down to what we were,
And to what we’ll never be.
It’s coming down to my tears running.
They are falling and darling, so are we.

I feel it's coming down to this moment.
I feel this is our last.
And I know I'll hold on forever,
The pieces of our shattered glass.

I feel it’s coming down to nothing.
I feel there’s really no more hope.
And I’ll be holding on forever,
To the last string of a broken rope.

Two Words

Two words are not “me and you.”
Two words are not “I love you.”

Two words are not “together.”
Two words are not “forever.”

Two words are “you lied.”
Two words are “I cried.”

martes, 1 de noviembre de 2011

Love is a Sweet Dream

I fear, love’s magic perishing away,
The ice-cold embrace of reality,
A dark storm consuming a sunny day,
True love ending up in fatality.

For true love is the sweetest dream of all,
You can wake up or eternally dream,
You can jump into the abyss and fall,
Or fly under the moon and the stars’ gleam.

Yet, when our lips meet in a tender kiss,
When his gentle love words enter my ears,
When in his arms I am in joyful bliss,
As a sword, he obliterates my fears.

Into this eternal dream I subdue,
I close my eyes knowing this love is true.

My Romeo (My World)

I glided to the garden dressed in my gown,
Feeling as if I was opening my eyes for the first time,
Gazing at the horizon; encountering my Romeo.
He was the light.
He was the flowers
That with time bloomed into a myriad colors.
My heart blossomed along with them.

I sneaked outside silently every night hiding from my parents to meet him
He was the trees.
He was the bright day, the dark night,
The animals, the wind
That caressed me with their soft velvet wings.

My love was his love.
He was the stars, the moon, the sun.
Waiting outside my balcony every day and night
Like a guardian angel, way up high, towering above me,
Waiting for us to meet again.

One day the mystery was over, my family found him,
They could not understand.
They were killing him.
Keeping us,
Apart.

They poisoned the water,
And one morning Romeo was no more.

I stabbed the dagger into my heart wondering just why
The ones who could not put the stars in line,
Would wilt the flowers,
Would destroy their own lives,
Would kill my Romeo:
The world.

Never Ending Story

You used to love me and I still love you,
And after all this time I’m not over you.
Do you even remember when we were together,
And how we felt this would last forever?

It has passed a long time since then,
And our story never comes to an end.
Every time I see you, you act the same way,
You push me around and then beg me to stay.

I will never understand what you feel,
Because when you say “I love you,” I don’t know if it’s real.
Are you playing with me, or is it love?
The answer is in your heart which I’m not part of.

I find myself in a never ending story,
Were all you say is your phrase “I’m sorry.”
I woke up after dreaming of you,
to realize things would never change between us two.

Ode on a Cold Shower

I’m not a little girl anymore.
I take off my sleeping Beauty costume
and go in.
No more hiding,
No more waiting.

I have no prince to save me.
I wear no golden shield.
No protection.
No  golden sword
To defend myself. 

I’m naked.
Unprotected.
I’m exposed.

You threaten me.
I hear the drops:
Drip, drip.
You’re calling me.

My body shivers.
I feel little ice cubes
Caressing my skin,
Injecting my veins,
Wrapping me in a silver cocoon.
Absorbing me.
I close my eyes;
I am afraid.

My warmth slowly slips away,
Like the drops slipping off my naked body.
Oh innocence!
Why are you so fragile?

I open my eyes and reach for my towel.
I see my crown;
It’s broken.
I let the towel go, and face the world naked.
Alone.
Independent.
Stronger.
Alive.