id always liked blue and green of course , they were my natural favorite but i never realized how i avoided scenery of blue and green - appalachia that is - for what reason i have no idea... but i suppose there is an element to colorado that with more warm colors present , green and blue feel gr

Memory is frigid water and as we dive through the years, the fence remains unchanged, generation to generation, immutable. Mesh blots the sun. We have lived and died beneath this latticed shadow. The farmer claims the fence protects us from crossing the road—but we hear instead, the voice of the cro

UN NINO LLAMADO JOSE ESTUDIABA EN EL DIA Y TRBAJABA EN LA NOCHE LLENO DE RISA Y PREOCUPACIONES TENIA UN HERMANO Y CUATRO HERMANAS QUIEN ALIMENTABA, CHARLABAN, Y GOZABAN AYUDANDO A SU PADRES EL PROFESOR Y LA JEFA CON DEBERES, CUIDABA DE ELLOS SIEMPRE LIMPIANDO PISOS Y SUS PROPIAS PAREDE

I see the colors That everyone else ignores I see the reds and the blues You see the grays and the darks I see the reasons You see the actions I see the cause and effect You see the what, the when And not the why, the how When we all start To see the world And all the colors weaved through our mi

Burning, skating across my icy uncharted skin sheathing spasming muscles The steam rising and engulfing creating an asphyxiated yet euphoric sauna between us With blindfolded ecstasy I yearn to stay in this foggy hazy body-shaking stupified lovely limbo

I dipped my toes into the water For the first time in a long time It was so different I wanted to jump in In contrast to being pulled in I wanted to drown In the best way possible This time looked more promising But it turned to ice all too fast So here on these cold sands I wait in hibernation

I am fifteen my identity has been chosen for me and I have no say in it how come I have to hear the repetitive principles and secretly never use them while momma says this is for your own good I have to sever the rope to society and talk to the believers that I don't care to be around I will

Every shower, Every evening, as I lay, Every time I close my eyes I see them Twisted and mangled Their wide eyes, reflecting His face The back of my eyelids Are coated with their faces Always a minute too late

The 8th of January, 2016 The sun had set a few hours ago As I approached my bed, I noticed I noticed how it seemed to loom over me I noticed how I stared at it with a hesitation A trepidation I staggered And my knees gave way To the weight of my body Slumped against the wall I wondered What was

There is a filmstrip running in my mind like on one of those clackety-clack projectors I used to watch in science class. Only instead of answering a question that I never asked about how plants eat sunlight or the size of dolphins’ brains. I am left with images of myself shot from an omniscient pers

The noise of the chair falling to the ground compresses and fades into a single point in space. The headrest rises to your hand, and you lower yourself to sit again. Smudges of mascara race up your cheeks to settle around shining eyes. With a fork, you remove food from your mouth, and like a cond

Soñe un rio de paz al atardecer Y a las 7 del amanecer. Una ferviente abrigada e iluminosa primavera que caricia la superficie de tu ser. Un y una arte de primavera en cual el delicado fresco amoroso viento cobija nuestro cabello, nuestras mejillas, manos, nuestros labios. Te miro y compar

Morning woke up with a cup of tea, thoughts and words on the tip of her soft lips, with wood and ink, The Book of Life next to her Her soft lips like restless pillows approached The Verb The Food and Vine Reflection of her life scenery on her spheric crystals by rays of sunlight Playi

I feel like everything around me is slowly dimming, like a sunset. I want to reach out, to grab it, to pick it back up. To keep it in the sky. Keep it shining. Keep it gleaming. But, well, you can’t pick up the sun. I just have to stand here, and wait for it to rise again. But I don’t know how lo

Am I a penny compared to your dime? Are they worth so much more of your time? I ask myself why do I bother trying? 'I am okay', no I am lying But I just keep on walking and smiling Holding back tears so I don't burst crying A rollercoaster I'm riding My side of the rope untying The burning furn

home used to be my safe place from my bullies. now it's just a house. filled with yelling and crying. a new home became my safe place from my house. now it's just a school. filled with Barbie dolls and heartbreakers. my last home became my safe place from school. now it's just a list. a collecti

“Wow, look at the moon” The silence that followed Told me all I needed to know In that moment We were both staring at the same thing And we knew it Sure, it was thousands of miles away But for once, Our eyes were gazing upon the same thing I wish I was up there Standing on that sphere Of rock, an