Vive

Y si despues de una vida te restan ganas de vivir…vive.

Porque el tiempo se va mas es el unico que no regresa. 

Vive al aire libre con ventanas y puertas abiertas, deja entrar el aire de un nuevo dia 

porque este tambien exaustara su luz y se ira.

Vive, mas vive sin remordimientos ni cautela.

Despues de lo vivido ¿que mas queda por perder?

Vive porque hay quien quiere que avras los ojos, 

porque vivir es mas que solo una experiencia. 

Vivir es liberarte del mundo aunque andes en el. 

Vive y no temas al que diran.

Vive como se vive el primer respiro, tomalo como al primer sorbo.

Vive y no mires atras, que mirar atras solo te  hara regresar.

Vive porque no hay felizidad mas grande que el de llorar a solas contemplando la poesia de lo que es la vida.

Vive, no porque abras los ojos sino porque hay razones por las cuales abrirlos. 

Vive...y no me olvides solo porque soy el pasado. 

Porque aunque no en tu camino, aun me encuentro aqui.

Vive, pero vive sin rencores, ni malicia. 

Vive y disfruta y saborea el nectar de mis labios al decirte,

“Se feliz y vive, que yo tambien lo hago”.

Al tiempo

Tanto tiempo sin vernos, ¿que as hecho de tu vida?

Que haremos si no nos volvemos a ver ¿y las historias perdidas?

Me contaron que empezaste una nueva vida, y luego llamasta tu para confirmarlo.

¿Sera que me recuerdas?

¿Regresaras algun dia?

¿Te volvere a ver o piensas quedarte con tu herida?

Talvez fue un momento de locura cuando paso todo entre ustedes dos,

Pero dime, ¿que les hizimos nsotros para causarnos este dolor?

Nosotros los queremos, nosotros los amamos.

Mas dime que hacemos nosotros si ustedes estan separados.

No nos podemos romper en pedazos y tu no piensas regrezar.

Yo no puedo salir del pais y a ellos alguien los tiene que escoltar.

Aunque no estes, y aunque no regreses te deseo lo mejor.

Y aunque tengo 16 años,  conosco de las heridas que deja el amor.

Yo te entiendo pero yambien la entiendo a ella.

Y tengo que aceptar las decisiones que tomen aunque me duelan.

No sabes cuanto te extrano,

Es alrrededor de cuanto, ¿dos años?

Realmente no saven cuanto me tortura el vernos azi,

Separados, tan lejos de todos, aunque casi en el mismo pais.

I saw

I wanted to be alone

I wanted to be free,

I wanted to run away

From every thing that was hurting me.

I thought I’d take a walk

I thought it’d clear of my mind,

I didn’t want to talk

Just be alone with the night.

I never did imagine

I never could’ve guessed,

That the answer to all my problems

was right there in my face.

I saw a young girl

I saw her whole life,

I saw to my thrill

Her sorrow and strife.

She seemed a bit unconscious

Of what was going around,

And a gray tear strolled from her eyes

When someone was lowered to the ground.

I wanted to cry

I wanted to scream,

I saw how the pain

Went under her skin.

I saw how her life was

The same way I saw my self,

Our lives had no fairies,

God-mothers or elves.

I lived a life of solitude

She lived a life in vain,

But we both had

A strong on going pain.

I was desperate

For what I could find.

I was looking

for at least a sign.

I wanted to help her

I just didn’t know how,

I wanted her happiness

So I had to find out.

And as I came closer

I finally understood,

I was looking into a mirror...

I had never moved.

I saw to my surprise

That the young girl was me,

It was my inner self

Trying to break free.

Echo & Narcissus

(Echo)
Never in my life had I promised
But on this day I will solemnly swear,
To love you eternally as a bird
That has fallen in love with the air.

(Narcissus)

What is it about mere words,

That makes them so amorphously important?

Love, bird, air?

Your discursiveness only makes me reluctant.

Forgive me if my words fail to move you
But nothing else I can offer,
True love is all I have to give
And your rejection truly makes me suffer.

There is only redundancy in your words

And to say truth, you have spoken of nothing.

Your manner is successfully lugubrious

Speaking of birds, love and suffering.

Why do you twist my words with yours,
Not wanting to see the truth beyond them?
I ache to see you so unyielding and cold,
And how your stone heart only hardens.

I too can be nondiscriptive as you are,

And of love too, I am able.

But I rather live in my cruel reality,

Instead of living in your unmistakably fable.

Love unfilled
Is the world’s greatest pain,
Today I will silence my heart.
Never shall my love speak again…

Wonder thru life as you do

And do not expect me to follow;

For like you said, my heart is made of stone

It is cold, hard and hollow…

Alice in wonderland

In a world of paper flowers, where the light would never end;
lived a girl whom I loved, love and will love till the end.
In a world of fantasy or perhaps even more realistic then mine---
lived my friend Alice, the one I’ve left behind.

“Wonderland”,  that’s the name I’ve given it.
"Wonderland", because you truly never live in it.
Alice in wonderland and a world of paper flowers,
Alice my best friend and my constant wonder solver.

She lived deep inside herself with nothing to bring her out,
she lived the way I did after I started to doubt.
I loved her then...and I love her now although I’m not with her.
I hope she’ll remember me and understand it hurts and why I had to leave her.

Now the wind blows harder and harder and the paper flowers won’t hold,
Now it’s no longer “wonderland” but “thunder land” and no, not even the strongest fantasies would hold.

I left the fantasies to set my feet on the ground,
I left my friend Alice, my fantasies...my doubts.
I left what I grew up with, yes my friend Alice and our world,
I left my fantasies made of paper...flowers that would never hold.

So I wrote this poem when I was in high school. Oh the high school days... And for some odd reason, "Alice in wonderland" the book, was just now starting to interest me very much. Hence the pirate title above. It just so happens that my best friend from elementary & till this day is also named Alice. There were some moments there in life when I started seeing life in a different light. I had started reading, so I went back to writing...again. This is what I came up with. I wrote this for her.