Faith In Yourself.

Why are you looking down?
Why don't I see a smile instead a frown?
How come your voice cracks and sounds lower than usual?
Who do I need to confront with words sharp but casual?
Don't let your confidence be shattered by weak words,
don't take in the deep insults from what you've heard.
A book like you deserves to look down from the top shelf,
meaning you're pure for the world, most importantly yourself.
Understand the perspectives of other people that judge you from what they see,
have faith that you can change the words that they release free.
Keep content and humble, watch others watching you.
Let them speak for you, without you saying anything.
You can't make facts from distraught sentences hoping for something.
Get out there, make your own sun shine,
who cares what they say, you won't let them make you blind.

4/5/11
23:23

Late.

Left me with no intention of being right,
You awaken through the day and never sleep at night
To entertain the ones that keep you acquainted,
To leave behind what we both painted
A beautiful picture of you and I
Details from the sun that shines down our eyes
These memories are cold but the hearts still beating
Looking at the stars with you in presence is repeating
Beginning for the end so that we can anew
to conclude this love,
hate’s past overdue.

12/10/10

Curling.

If a lie had it's way,
it would regret it's creation.
The wind moves you
can't stand your own ground.
Dreams of perfect memories fall out of your tears shown.
When you see a shine,
don't be afraid to run out of the dark.
Your hands with their fingers begged me to not let go.
No longer will you sleep alone having emotion cry.
Loneliness accompanies one single hand to hold.
Don't look over shoulders expecting to see me.
Don't tell me you regret the time that's been spent.
Fly like you need to, faster than that first spark.
Until that day comes, oh how I watch you die.
Don't give me goodbyes when I say hello.
Don't wonder how I'm doing, when you terrorize my world.
Thinking of those days our bodies got cold,
we curled.

2/11/11
23:41

Free Samples.

Respect is a beautiful thing,
small words in the pockets of impact full meaning.
Given and giving, while
not once saying you gave,
returns favors amongst best timing.
When it hits home,
sweet is stuck in between.
Tingles in the nose,
sensitive sharp throat breaths,
fumbling words, jittering out yelps
kept inside.
Respect is a beautiful thing.
Accept the free sample when someones offering.

6/14/12
18:12

18.

Last night, in the hour of eleven.

Silvia, a nice enough stranger,

paid for my bus ride.

I only had a twenty,

giving my last pocket change to a bum,

keeping my cool about it.

"Hey stay there, I'll talk with you!" inside a packed metro bus.

"Hi, my names Anthony. Whats your name?"

"Silvia" a calm heavy set girl stood.

Asking for her age, "I'm seventeen."

"Seventeen? Thats cool. Its my birthday on Monday..." we both knew my next question.

"How old do I look?" with one hand scanning my presence.

With a curious face, knowing her guess is wrong,

though says anyway, "Sixteen."

"Sixteen?! Im turning 18!"

7/1/12

12:02-12:06

Its my birthday today!!