A thought in a drop
that turns into water
that flows like a stream
turns into a river
sometimes a pond
or a vast ocean
the trickle
a drop in a thought
The power of a thought
The Strenght of a Drop
self
Story of a Flower
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
Organized Chaos :) Journey Through The Mind of a Writer
Debths are levels
Levels can be devils
Devils might be rebels
Perhaps Angels
Observers
Permeating thoughts
Developing Plots
Story Line, Paragraph, Block
Cloudy Thoughts
Birthed lead to Clearance
Cathartic Spaces
Divine Places
Rooms in Chaos
Transcend to Melodies, Rhyme, and Flow
The Hands of a writer wrote
The Minds of the author grow
Words of Arte
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
Through The Eyes of a Writer
A paper and pen
A type writer and screen
An object or thing
Experience or theme
Are Nothing
Until the emotion is portrayed
The interpretations conveyed
Given birth, life, and air
Through the eyes of the writer
I Don’t Wait, Now I Do
I waited for Spring
To turn into summer
For Summer to Fall
For Fall to Winter
I waited for Winter to Turn into Spring
The Cycle of Waiting
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting
Always Waiting for The Next
Near Perfect Conditions
Filled With Idle, Uncertain, Decisions
I Don’t Wait
Now, I Do
Until The Last Breath
Celebrate Love
Everyday of The Week
Because Nobody Knows
When Their Last Breath Will Be
Happy Daily
Day of Love, Friendship, Valentine
The Grind 