May 2012
2 posts
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March 2012
0 posts
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June 2011
1 post
The Girl with the Tattoos
I love and adore her
So much that at times
I must ignore…
Her
See, she’s gorgeous
And has powers
You know, wrap around my
Finger like a snake
On a branch powers
—Beautiful almond shaped
Eyes the color of chestnuts
With a hint of sunrise
Honey Cinnamon tasting skin
That tells a story
Her ink bleeds
Freedom of speech
Happiness, pride
And more recently
Sorrow
Penetrating her...
May 2011
7 posts
Yesterday I had an epiphany
That today I mean more to me
Than I ever will to you
As the thoughts came
I battled with the tears in my eyes
Pride seeped through my guard
That was let down
Pow— I think my heart hit the ground
Left never to be found whole again
Where does love go when its finished
Playing with our minds
Sucking the life out of souls
Once very warm
Now turned to stone
At...
Madres
Mothers
— truth speakers
With words that echo
Through us like a cave
And speaks to our souls everyday
Even before the very first day
In your arms you held
We should be called
inspiration leaders
Common sense and
nurture feeders
Planters of the seed
Of affection
Soul fully profound
The love and care
Lost and found
Your voice…
Such a soothing sound
My beautiful sunrise
After the...
Untitled
The brain is bittersweet
Constant thoughts of you make me weak
Forever in my heart it has already made up
It’s mind
Some say true love is hard to find
I say it’s hard to keep
Reality is sometimes steep
Confusion awakes me from sleep
Was it lust turned into love?
Can this thing called love even be trusted?
That’s it, I know I’m in too deep
I dreamed of this...
O M H
Ode to My Hips
Swift never stiff
Caramel brown
Surround sound
When flicked slapped
or pinched
The pear to my eight
Hour glass shaped
Eccentric curves
Well deserved
Given to me at birth
To help populate this earth
Sculpted by Him
This perfect form
Mixed with mud from Africa
Clay from the flowing
Rivers Of Belize
The original love of this land
That the Native Americans left
Behind in their...
It's My Life
It’s My Life,
everything I do is for you
This is a constant war between us
and the real truth
I’m painting pictures of brighter days
Filled with smarter children
In search of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
After being subdue to the cold
Forced onto us by the sleet and the rain
The pain can only make you stronger
Heavy as the weight of the world
On all of our shoulders...
For the Mothers
This is for the mothers who are
dedicated to a life of strife
Who do not pretend
While withholding some content within
Just to see you smile
Even if for just a little while
The ones you think are paranoid
And want you in
before the street lights
Are on
When push comes to shove
The softest shoulder to cry on
The only one who has words
that can dry your eyes
Comforting in some of the
Most awkward...
Flowing in His Ocean
Flowing in his Ocean
There will be tears as all of their fears come true…
mind going hair blowing in the wind laying back eyes closing
flowing on the strawberry swing
day dreaming, eyes close for yet another second..
now at the beach warming up after a little skinny dippin
—good swim (ing)…
Nights turned into days after a simple American Wedding
feeling good about...
March 2011
1 post
Broken
Broken
I’m not talking about records
Like A chest open before surgery
His arm after a bike accident
Or her heart when her love was caught with the prettier girl
Falling out the window that shattered
As tears fell from her eyes
Hearts sinking
The world is quiet
The curtains go down
But there is no one in the theatre to clap
Another person lost
A brother missed
A sister gone
No...
February 2011
2 posts
The beginning (a prelude to Scared)
There’s this guy
He likes to fly with a ball
in the palm of his hand
From time to time
She’d imagine him
At the beach with sand
in between his toes
The sun shines and hits
That beautiful golden brown
Part of his nose
Secretly he too dreams about
Her beauty at night
Far from the beginning of
A new love
Happiness fills them up
Complacent where they are at
This is how it started
Two...
Scared
Scared not that you will be the same as those lames
BUT
Overthink and be smarter since you use the other side if your brain
Or so smart that you’re actually dumb
Thinking that I will subcome to all those average Joes
Promiscuous, unfaithful, disloyal all sum up what i am not
—STOP
Scared that my imperfections may turn into life long lessons
Still turning the pages...
