Month: March 2021

Love is a strong word for a meaningful purpose.
Don’t take it for granted it’s not gonna hurt us.
Just go along with it, go with the flow.
I know it seems scary but it’s just the way to go.
Enhance it truly and never lie.
For if you do it can make you cry.
Love can be harsh and it can be beautiful too.
And remember you can’t love anyone else before you love you for you.
Don’t look in the mirror and bring yourself down.
Just because she’s “prettier” doesn’t mean you’ve lost your crown.
Someone will love you for you and everything that you will be.
Just have hope even if they call you a dreamer and crazy.
They will catch you when you fall and be there when you need them most.
Just don’t give up or fall out of love, keep them very close.
This Love will only get stronger from the effort you put in.
Don’t leave them putting in all of it or your love.. It just might bend.
Always try your hardest even when it seems like they give up.
Remind them of reasons you love them and how they’re more than enough.
This will lead to an eternal relationship on earth and in the clouds.
Just hold on to it forever and never look down.
They know all your weaknesses and what makes you cry
So if they purposely did it and know why, then maybe that means they don’t wanna try.
Try to put in effort and god will send them to you.
Whether you’re in a good place in life or feeling all blue.
Just remember you belong here and your body isn’t paper.
It’s worth more than everything not for a razor.
Know what you’re worth and always keep your head up.
I have faith in you mi Amor This was just a checkup.
To make sure your ok and if perhaps your not.
Talk to someone who cares for you so you can say you fought.
Fought to be ok and fought to still be here.
Your worth everything to me but your lover’s your keeper.
Don’t take them for granted even if you get mad or upset.
There’s always a better outcome honey don’t fret.
Remember your worth and always love yourself.
Whoever sees that in you will choose you over wealth.
Money can’t buy happiness, greed will always make you poor.
Love yourself and everyone, if you do just that, your life will be amazing for sure!

Standing on the corner
By the lamppost
Mismatched socks and cuffed jeans
Her hair wet from the rain
Her coat, worn and tattered
She stood smiling
As she walked
She swayed
To music only she could hear

The dusk sun mixed with the shower
To produce a glow
To match the golden energy
That radiated from her
Only she could look so bedraggled
And yet so delicate
Like she was dancing on air
As she floated up into the sky
With such a slow
Simple
Splendor

The light turned green
And off we were
In different directions
Into different worlds
To lead different lives

But from time to time
I think of her
The stranger on the sidewalk
Imagining her voice
Breathy like laughter
And what would have been different
If I had said hello

It’s just a shoebox.
Except… it’s not.
It’s filled with memories.
It’s filled with photos and smiling faces,
It’s filled with plane tickets,
It’s filled with souvenirs,
It’s filled with entire friendships woven in single bracelets.

I search my messy closet, I open up the shiny cardboard Box,
with the white Nike sign bulging out against the dark black,
the memories and emotions all come back with a single glance.
I close my eyes,
Tears run down my face.

I stand there blinking in an ocean full of still faces.
Every shift of my body looks like a wave of my arms.
The frozen expressions make me feel alone.
I thought I would be zooming to meet them,
but instead I feel like I’m zooming away.
Their voices ramble on, but their mouths make no movement.
I feel as if I’m the only one, so alone, so scared.
And then the still but colorful ocean turns black,and I panic even more.
The frantic clicking doesn’t help as their voices fade out.
And then there is silence along with stillness.
It’s empty and cold, and I feel so, so alone,
as I sit there in an ocean full of still faces.

It is very cold outside, hopefully I don’t mold myself in ice.
I love the cold, but not that much.
I heard it’s supposed to get down to 1, at least it’s not at none.

Everyone has a skin color
Everyone has a body size
Everyone has their quirks and flaws
That people might try to despise
But with everyone having
Quirks and flaws
It keeps us intertwined
Like an unbreakable bond
Knowing we are one

We must stand
Hand in hand
In harmony with one another
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers
We must accept that now is our time
For the hill that we must climb
Waits for no one
It just takes someone to dare to climb it

We are bonded together
And we blend forever
And and the symphony of this country never ends
It just keeps going and going
Writing itself into history
For the rich, poor, middle class
White, Black, Mexican Asian
Our life is all a mystery
Yet each life is intertwined into another’s story

History is yours to make it
You grab it and take it
You shape it and make it yours.

We sit in our homes all day
never getting to play,
I understand the circumstance,
but I just wish I could dance and prance.
People have told me time and time again
to try to understand,
but I never have to courage to take their hand.
I guess I just wanted to say,
that I miss the times when we could dance and play,
when we could run and have fun,
but at last that is all the past.
But this isn’t our doomsday not yet,
for if we set our path we will escape this evil wrath.
And if we do so in this way
we will emerge stronger and stronger everyday.
If we help one another and unite each other
we will get through these tough days.

Where are you leading me, barren land?
The winter came and froze your thoughtful face.
How many steps made their imprint
on your nose and cheeks?
Do you see the sky with your eyes,
the pools left by the drizzle?
Are you blind during droughts
When the liquid of your irises sinks deep
into your heart with memories…
of the clouds and their resemblance?

Did you see your face in the clouds?
I saw mine.
Did you see it dissolve as the droplets fell?
I saw mine.
Did you see it in the surface of the fresh puddle?
I never saw mine.
I was disappearing in the wilderness
of the neighborhood’s park,
As if the wind could blow me away.

Perhaps I was a mirage.
I had no mirror to check.
How could I be when there was nobody to see

but you?