one little cut
can lead
to bigger ones

but if left
unatended
can get

big enough
to be dangerous,
but small enough

to not be noticed

I surrender to the goodness
Of my fellow poets around
Me-----<3 a gracias to all
My friend's,
My hello\poetry
Family!

You all are
Inspiration's, gifts from
Dios- your own
Rad\
Io\ station's.

Making song
Vibe and grooves-

Hello poet's
I really
Love
Y
O
U-

She doesn't understand.

I'm not who she needs, I cannot save her.

my heart beats for her but her teary  skies poor down and like Neptune's storms' sweeps away my love for her.

It fills me with rage

Makes me feel cynical

Her eyes tremble and her ankles ache, I ice every part of her body and kiss her tears away

but there's not a remedy for aching of the heart.

I'll save you from the bad man next door, I'll save you from the monster under you bed, but darling I can not save you from yourself.

stop digging your nails into your chest, you can't carve your heart out without dying,

carve yourself out of your casket instead.

sing to me the reasons why your eyes search for my hatred and cry when they find it.

i've told you time and time again that my cloudburst is no match for your hurricane.

no, this most certainly does not mean wait for me to cut you up with knives

no, this does not mean pack your records and leave

it means stay-stay at your own risk.

no, this is not a love letter, nor is this a letter reminding you to pick up your scrunchies on the way out of my chest.

I am not on my knees, nor am I cutting ties,

but baby i'm still feeling cold.

stop pounding nails into your chest,

put them in mine instead.

"A bruised and battered earth,
We smoke cigarettes made of dirt-"

✒
-*Stop would you, you're dripping your black ink all over the place,
I'm sick of your pessimism, I'd like to see some change!

= oh but what if I don't know how! 
Life is seeping like a muffled sound!

- And again you go with your recycled words,
Stop looking from this narrow corner at the world...

= Narrow corner! It ain't narrow anymore...
If you watch the news, you'll see death delivered at doors!

- Then maybe stop, change the ****** channel!
Your negative energy is changing nothing for the better.

= So I should close my eyes, I should count the sheep,
Should I be thirsty for more blood to be smeared?!

- Facebook is messing with your head...

= Rivers are turning red!!

- I don't feel like writing more of this.

= So I should order my rage to get some rest?!

- . . .

= I'm afraid it's not an easy request..

Peace won't suddenly overflow, if I count to ten.

- I'm afraid I'm of no use, I can't change the world, I'm only a pen...

Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, *****, you knew I was a snake."

today. do you know what day it is. has the thought yet to cross your mind or are you still too busy divorcing my memories, pretending your hands aren't ***** from burying the past. have you wiped your palms clean of these sins or are we still entertaining the idea of holiness here. when was the last time you stepped foot inside of a church. threading my fingers through your own as if in silent prayer to never forget this feeling. can you feel it yet. the confessional booth of your bedroom and all the times we sinned so hard that hell started to sound like a happily ever after. do you think about that day as much as I do. you down on one knee presenting me with a diamond ring brighter than god's teeth. the beginning of the end. who do I apologize to for never making it past the preamble. whose house is this church we call a home. all I know is that I would come to you every sunday morning for the rest of eternity if you'd just open up your ******* doors. tell me how to love again, tell me to repent. command me seven hail mary's and watch me taste your name through every single one. your name. honeysuckle and rosemary. the day we buried the children we never had, the day I carved their names into the tombstone of my heart. every day there is a new funeral. voicemails and memories and all things not tangible enough to warrant a casket but still tangible enough to line the graveyard of my mind. *hail mary full of grace, please let me forget his face.

You love me but you love her more