Where I worked, I was quite content
To help people was most relevant

My favorite was a young-little boy
Everyday held utmost joy

His smile was wide and missing teeth
Covered by curled lips acting as a sheath

His hair was once orange and red
Replaced by brown he said he wanted mine instead

He'd run his hands through his artificial curls
Excited he spun his two wheels in whirls

I'd push him down the hallway in his chair
His loving parents waiting to meet him there

They smiled every time they said goodbye
When the mother turned I could hear her start to cry

I took him back to his room
When out the window were stars and moon

Every night he asked me not to leave
I would stay there until he sleep

Most nights he'd wake up in pain
His tears for release a permanent stain

This boy suffered an incurable disease
All he wanted was a sense of ease

Multiple needles stuck in his arm
I.V. fluids doing no good nor harm

One night instead of asking me to stay
Instead he asked if I'd take him away

To a place where he could feel no hurt
A place where all was new and divert

I stood in silence within the door
A hesitant smile I gave once more

Go to sleep and when you wake
Somewhere new you will stay

That was the last smile I saw him grin
Before eager sleep took over him

I fought the tears as I held the plug
No more pain for my little bug

Questioning if what I did was right
But the young-little boy has peaceful sleep tonight

I walk up the stairs so slow and afraid

This is not the place I used to know

Not the way I remember

I expect to see your smiling face
waiting for me to take your hand
and bring you to that place

You tried to tell me that your work here was done
I smiled at you and told you how silly you were to think the cancer won

You were so strong
so nonchalant
I hope you know you'll always have a special place in my heart

When I got that call that day, I swear my heart stopped
your daughter loves you more than life itself
I only wish I could've helped
Taken her pain away
All I can do is be there for her
Life is short, we say this all the time
make sure you love yours before you run out of time.
R.I.P. Victor Ponte

Keep asking questions,
Even if you,
Don't find the answers.

Keep finding the answers,
Even if you,
Find it hard.

Keep searching,
Even when your eyes swollen,
Lips wounded,
Or heart broken.
For the answer lies,
Along the journey.

Or perhaps,
When you are,
Ready.

I'm trying to get off the floor
Hard and painful to break through
This selfish, superficial glass ceiling called corporate.
I have no choice but to sit and sacrifice to it.
Why is it always about money?

No room for the artist, the poet
No time for the writer, nor the dreamer.
I know I need to be at this nine-to-five
If I ever want to afford my paper and pencils.
Determined to write through this candlelight

But when you take the time to look at my face, or stare into my eyes
You will see a river flowing with such grace and force
It will flood your world and make you cry.
With such emotion in a moment of infinite love
That you will feel like you were ready to die.

I have thoughts I want to share with you, if you have the time.
I'm patient though, at least I'm trying.

Look at me
please see the light is still there in my eyes
I wasn't always like this
I've been working so hard to keep the light on inside
Please just look at me
Keep faith
be patient
I'm getting better
Day by day
Look at me
Please see the light is still there in my eyes
It wasn't always dark like this in my world
keep faith the sun will come up
Just as it set before
be patient I know it's hard to hear what I'm saying
but see the light that still burns inside of me
See the light inside of me that keeps me going
no matter how overwhelming it is.
Be patient
Have faith
Please don't give up.
It wasn't always like this
I know the sun will rise soon.

It was not in the road
that took me there
but the way my heart
always remained the same
rushing through college corridors,
open dissection tables,
woodwork poetry breathren.

Indestructible construction
of these cerebral plates
left me the mind of a surgeon
and the heart of a poet.

In the cold operating room
they cut open his chest-
blood gushing out and I could
see why sometimes a little hurt
could cause a lot of noise.
Ventricle, atrium.
A nick that ricocheted,
a word that spelled
goodbye.

There was a rhythm in his heart
and for once I could feel
synchronicity was never so beautiful;
almost teary-eyed
I could find those verses
lost between the veins,
quietude pumping out slowly.

Lost in the mistranslation
of his chest
till the nurse said

"Doctor, your patient's dying"

Be kind,
For at least once in your life the kindness you show, will make a monumental difference, for whom you showed it to.
Be flexible,
The tides of life will twist and turn you many ways, you must bend with them.
Be soft,
many will tell you only a thick skin will get you through, but it is only with soft hands that you can nurture broken hearts.
Be patient,
a short fuse will only put you in a deep hole.
And perhaps,
Most importantly,
Be open minded,
so that you will never hold back any of the above, because of what you think, but don't know.

...and she wears black-belt of solid
endurance, around her soul.
Because, she was born in pain city;
She's never perturbed by their
pettiness and rumor mongering attitude.