I am not what they say,
I am not what I think,
I simply am.

I am like a sea of fresh water,
I am like a fleeting spark,
just an instant.

I am not the label
society pins to the pocket of my shirt.

I am the nothing and the all,
I am the nothing and part of a whole,
I am the whole.

I have a remedy,
an infusion,
a passion.

It will ease what troubles you—
your worries,
your pains.

Follow the advice
you’d give a friend.
You might stumble,
but you’ll feel whole again.

Feel with your soul,
think like a genius.

And above all,
hold on to your values,
never stop being you.

The essence of crystal
is not fragility.

It is delicate,
transparent.

Elegant,
subtle.

Brilliant,
luxurious.

­Our soul is crystal.

Many times,
I cannot breathe.

Many times,
I lose my breath,

That blow to my chest.

I need a dark room,
to be able to scream.

My mind
always sees tragedy.

Only thoughts,
without owners.

My hands sweat.
A sense of panic,
burning my soul.

Many times,
I leave things unfinished.

Many times,
I see walls
before my future.

I see chaos and catastrophe.

You are my dark side,
you are my ordeal.

You are an emotion,
that lasts two seconds.
You will not control my life.

I just need...
to breathe.
I will not die.

I just need...
to breathe.
I have not lost my mind.

I just need...
to breathe.
I just need...
to breathe.

I never asked your permission to love,
Nor did I ever thank you,
for all the times I've loved.
You pumped up every emotion,
You pumped up every dream.
I never apologized for all the times I've broken you,
Nor did I have compassion,
Thanks to you, I have life,
Thanks to you, I live life.

"Being mindful of other people's feelings is really important."

I ask,
Why me?

When I see the old man,
sitting by my side.

An old man with a notebook,
listening to my monologue.

Saying,
that I am the one who's wrong,
for complaining about life.

But he doesn’t know
what it means to live in my skin,
to be the echo of a scream
no one wants to hear.

And I care,
because I’ve always
been the one who's wrong.

Here, caressing the curls
of my hair,
thinking of the sweet scent
that your skin gives off.

Scent of tenderness,
with a smile that nestles in my eyes,
intoxicated in the dark night,
darkest of my happiness.

I might not love you,
but I love you,
not only do I love you,
I prefer you.

I love you,
but I don't need you,
I love you like a flower in the garden,
I want to care for you every day,
to admire its beauty,
when the sun caresses its petals.

I was the astronaut who left Earth,
to conquer his own heart.

I left the social orbit,
and entered the inner cosmos.

I left the Milky Way,
abandoning every judgment,
every outside gaze.

I went to every constellation,
every cosmos,
until I found my universe.

I examined every star,
to search for my brilliance.

Three light-days away was my sun,
beating strongly.

I am the astronaut who walks,
through the tulip field.

"If I die, I want to be a poet, not a soldier."

Hello, baby.
My presence is for you.
Here we are, together.

I'm with you,
in this sacred room,
where nothing will hurt you.

I'll take care of you,
I'll hold you if you fall,
and I'll hold you if you undress.

I'm here,
so that whatever must happen can happen.

I'll hold you with all that I am.

I'll hold you with respect,
with care,
with love.

I'll place my hand on your chest,
and we'll walk together wherever we need to go.
You can take it away whenever you want,
or when you can't feel me anymore.

I'm here for you.
You can leave if you want,
you can stay if you want.
I'll always be there for you.

"Don't let the wall fall on you,
when they take away your painting."

My tearful heart,
with the walls in the floor,
ceiling, living room, and dining room.

The basement didn't know where to go,
it was already buried,
like my confidence and self-esteem.

My eyes wept blood,
and my heart tears.

You're poisoned, my slapped heart said,
while my brain had released so many toxins,
to exterminate the world's population.

But the voice of my mind was the important one,
singing to the 7 cardinal points,
we're useless, we're worthless.

Red heart,
and thick body.

Those scents,
sweet and delicate,
flowers and fruits.

Your long,
beautiful legs,
run up the sides of my glass.

Your tannins,
make your essence,
something interesting.

That depth,
that you have,
every time I taste you.

All those flavors,
that leave my throat,
with longing.

My lips,
and my tongue,
want more of your body.

My lips are tinged with you,
you gladden my soul,
and I intoxicate life.

How beautiful life is,
how beautiful to have found you,
how beautiful it was to have uncorked you.

Everyone says I should feel proud,
for everything I've accomplished,
but the truth is, I feel tired.

Tired of meeting all those other people's expectations,
of not being able to give up.

I just want a day when no one expects anything from me,
just a hug,
but for them to come right up to me,
right up to my side so I can give it to them.

Tired of listening to solutions,
or opinions at best,
but no one looks inside,
my inside,
to see how I'm feeling.

Today is sunny,
and the heat begins.
Butterflies fly,
and goldfinches sing their song.
Change of season,
and time to cleanse the heart.
We will remove all the ill-gotten loves,
all those that don't warm us.
We will clean the dust from our chests,
and with it will go all those unhealed, misunderstood, and mismatched loves.
We will remove all the loves that have gone out of style,
those that have outgrown us and those that have grown out of us.
We will take down those faded loves,
that we no longer remember existed.
We will take down all those wrinkled and torn loves,
to hang new ones with more color, more fun.
We will clean up everything that needs cleaning,
to start over,
in the new season.

I remembered her,
every time I breathed,
and I feel you every time I breathe.

***** smoke,
that fills my chest,
and doesn't let me feel my soul,
or my feelings.

I desired her in silence,
and my heart wants to go out and find you,
desperately in the streets,
like an addict who can't find his fix.

I tasted her in every kiss,
that fresh cherry flavor,
contaminated by my tarry breath.

She hurt me, broke my heart,
took me to the divine heavens,
you hurt me, put me in a hospital,
and you're going to take me underground.

My mind cries for peace,
my soul for respite,
in this toxic relationship they'll never have it.

You were poison disguised as nectar,
I thought you were comfort,
but you were wound.
I thought you were the cure,
and you were the poison.

I have a very hurried rush
that wants to hurry me.
It presses like a farmer's boot
on the sweet fruit of wine.
The urgency to arrive,
to find,
to solve,
to be or undo.
It squeezes, but does not crush.
It binds, but releases.
I run as slowly
as the second hand of a clock:
second by second,
inch by inch.
As far as one can go, as close as one can fly,
as high as one can fly, as low as one can be.
As sad as one can be happy,
as innocent and sincere...
as one's soul can allow.