Pillows

I love your pillows.
Grounded is the bed in which I lay my body.
My thoughts and soul dance around,
what seems to be.
Your dreams.

The peace at pace as the time goes by.
The smile is shy but there, as your breathing sings good-night.

I love your pillows.
Softness surrounded by warmth.
There is comfort and room to grow,
to fly,
what seems to be.
My mind.

Take it or leave it

Life changes.
Or is it we the ones that do?

All that have an expiration date.
Or is it we the ones that decide that?

I would like to whisper warm words that,
just like pixie-dust would wash it all away.
I would like to hold your hand,
just like I once did.
I would like to tell you that everything will be ok,
just like I once heard.

Take my experiences and grow from it.
Question yourself,
Are you telling me that, or just telling yourself? 

Words

You program your words,
So that you can talk further.

You scream without using your voice,
Rather than using caps you use big words. 

You wrote on my skin using your fingers,
And I tried to spell everything out.

Your words will sit here, next to me.
For as long as I can remember.
Now, tomorrow maybe, for as long as those words hurt. 

Inconsciente

Carajo, dejame pensar…

quiero comer queso.

Y fumarme un cigarro.

Y que la vida pase sin dolor, talvez de una manera inesperada.

Talvez de una manera inconsciente.

Con un vino o una cerveza en la mano, pero en la mano te digo.

Llevando todo a la boca, de donde entra tu voz y sale la mia.

A silly poem.‏

Torrid night, filled with emptiness
Pasta me.
My soul is dry and listless
Marinara me.
My body aches for a long lost touch
Orgasm me.
You make a joke in the middle of sex.
You use the big voice.
You are in a silly mood today.
So am I.
Please excuse me.
YOU.
You all of the above
ME.

(é seu. é meu)

Dust

The dust beneath.
My feet.
Swipes me again, like glitter from a pretty charm.
Your neck.
Dear Prince, hold me tight.
Blowing into the wind, caress my heart.
Never ending story telling, I hear your voice.
The dust beneath.
My feet.
Follows you there. 

Alive

I really thought you were alive.
Hey, hey, step back.
For someone that speaks out loud, you sure can keep things in.

I really thought the world sometime would come together.
Right now, it floats around.
For a place that we call home this sure is broad.

I really though you were smiling.
For God’s sake, take my hand.
For it just being an uncontrollable feeling, this sure feels good. 

You are alive. 

"The journey of the unspoken.
If you cry for help, I will be there.
I will be everywhere.
Your silence has been a lesson.
A lesson to be learned about priority.
A solid understanding.
A lesson to be thought to one self.
Broken words with promising lies.
Unknown."

"And here you stand.
You dare to tell me the truth. Your truth.
It doesn’t fit with anything. Else.
You are self consumed and ready to eat the world around you.
So you can digest some sense into your erotic misunderstanding in which you call judgment.
You spin around your own words.
You intoxicate your surroundings with your magic dust.
And that is all it is.
Where you stand, all there is left.
Ashes from what you burnt so fast."

"Hi. Hello.
There you stand. There you go.
Moments that will forever pass us by, as the clock wont stop.
I tickle your feet with my thoughts as you walk pass me.
Like minutes gone.
You stay.
Still on my mind.
Like a satellite, taking over all in which is seen.
Within.
Again yet again.
You hold my hand and let go of my dreams.
As my dreams are surrounded by you and you are not there.
You are everywhere, whispering farewell."