Crumbs are Not Love

Nature’s abundant love

We all deserve abundant love

Not the kind that binds you

The type that blinds you

Leaving emptiness and crumbs

We deserve the kind of love

That takes your breath away and breathes

The kind that gives you butterflies

The love that makes you feel seen

Love that understands and feels with you

Intoxicated not confused

Appreciated not abused

They say love hurts

but i don’t think that is true

Crumbs hurt

Abundant love heals and grows

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Reciprocal Vibes

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Give a seed water, a plant blooms

Give a child love, a heart soothes

Give a kind touch, a person heals

Give understanding, someone feels seen

No words necessary

Emotional erosion

Of unhealed wounds & pain

Turned into abundant love

Not a word was said

Story of a Flower

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What is a flower

start from a bud

from a tiny little seed

that grows when you feed

no need for greed

a simple flower flourished

cared, watered, nourished

the pedals feathered

multicolored weathered

storms, rains, winds, and hail

the tiny plant prevail

from a seed, bud, plant, flower

photosynthesis bloom

You may not rise on the third day

We wait until Sunday to look fancy

We wait for our birthdays to celebrate life

We delay gratification

for the perfect destination

We don’t take a risk

for the sake of not being brisk

We don’t say I love you

out of fear of rejection

If today was your last day

would you still wait for the next?

Happy Easter

We may not get a 3rd day to rise

but we get every day to live fully

Resurrection

Mourning Words

Mourning Words

Sadness, depression, obsessions

Sedation, regression, never liberation

Words Can Oppress

The Spirit Impress

Into an empty address

Some people mourn daily

Not realizing, In the blink of an eye

In the breath of inspiration

With purposeful exhalation

Permeation through flesh

In the depths of a word

Submerged Mourning Words

If altered and suffocated

Transformed into Morning Words

Daily Dose

Who you follow may be lost

Lights are blinding

Lights are guiding

Paths are winding

Paths unwinding

Closing doors one after another

Opening doors one right after the other

The blind can see

The ones that can see are blind

The blind can’t see

Moral of the story

Be mindful of who you follow

They may be lost too

We all have been there

Until we find our way through

Familiar Odd Fit

I have always been the odd fit

The stand out belong

The misunderstood accepted

The strange but familiar

The weird that is normal

The unrelatable familiar

The opposite same

The rejected accepted

The uncomfortably comfortable

The almost that made it

The quitter that finished

The brave, courageous, bold, afraid y con ovarios

Misfit Renegade

Who chose to be me

Sometimes you are meant to stand out

Sometimes that is what makes you fit in