domingo, 17 de diciembre de 2017

The sky was falling, 
And I was falling with it.
It was falling, 
And I was falling for you. 

And while you drowned,
I was starting to breathe.
Starting to breathe you in.

But,
There were not enough ropes
To keep you afloat,
Or save me
 from the free fall. 

Guess we were both destined to die,
The thing was, I was doing it for you.




lunes, 11 de diciembre de 2017

From the depths.



As far as
my eye could see,
There was only
darkness.

Filling my lungs,
nesting in my chest.
Tying my limbs
to my bed.

Only darkness,
swallowing me whole.
Only darkness.

Ending it all,
never seemed so easy.
The reasons keep on pouring,
filling my cup to the brim.
And I'm wasted on them,
intoxicated for death.

I am strong no more,
I am whole no more.
Every tear is tearing me
apart.

domingo, 17 de septiembre de 2017

5AM.

And when the night comes crashing down,
I have to pray
to be able
to get up again.
And fight for air, 
With each breath.

Because my brain,
Is overheating.
And the point,
of all this living
Is getting blurry.

Please tell me,
How do you do
To die a little death
Every night
But beg for the chance of life
Every morning?

sábado, 9 de septiembre de 2017

Tu silencios,
me dejan sorda.

Lo suficiente
como para no escuchar,
las palabras que lanzás
como dagas.

Lo suficiente como para
volver a coser 
todas mis heridas.

Pero a nuvo round, 
nuevo golpe. 
No hay respiro
entre puño y puño.
No existe momento, 
para recuperar el aliento. 









viernes, 8 de septiembre de 2017

Urge me to live,
after I killed all the light in me
(all the life in me).

Urge me to live,
before my undereyes
match the night sky.

teach me how
to scream 
all this rage
away.

Urge me to breathe,
and to smile,
and even to cry.

Urge me to feel life, 
after I numbed myself
into oblivion.

domingo, 16 de abril de 2017

am I truly alone 
or are you waiting for me, 
as I am waiting for you.

are you dreaming of everything 
and expecting nothing 
form the world,
like 
me?

are you putting on a brave face
while your insides burn like a forestfire, 
like 
me?

are you searching for the meaning
of your heart beating, 
and your own breathing.
like
me?

are you drowning at night, 
just to breathe fresh air in the mornings, 
like 
me?

or are you thriving? excited for what it is to come.
deluding yourself 
into believing that you actually matter
in the scheme of things
unlike 
me.




viernes, 14 de abril de 2017

viernes, 6 de enero de 2017

remission

I need to lick my wounds,
cut my stitches,
Rest and be full again.

I need to comb my hair,
wash my face.
Nurse myself to sanity again.

So let me rejoice in my misery,
Nurture my sadness away.
It will be painful to watch,
but it will jump-start me again.
The floor is trembling
and so are you.
Your structure is breaking,
leaving rubble everywhere.

Yet when you look into a mirror, 
you look just the same.
In the scheme of things, 
everybody is moving foward, 
yet you seem stuck on the same place.

But baby,
do not ever forget:
the moon is always the same,
and so are you.
Be brave.