The one thing

A new year. A new thought. A new direction. We all say this montra. It may differ from place to heart. So here we go! It's a new year!

We hope, we dream. Is it all? Yes.

Yes, because we see. Yet, we don't stop. We don't hinder. We stop ourselves because we're afraid. We're afraid of the things we were told to be afraid of.

It's okay to be ourselves. The morbid, the unbanned, the untamed, and the uncultured. They want us to be weak.

Are you weak? No. You're not. You're still here.

So. Yes. It's up to you. As an grueling as it is, it's up to you. Make a difference. Maybe it now.

Thanks. Thank you. Did you make it?

If not, it's okay. You'll do it when you're ready. It's okay.

"The one thing I got right."

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Bruning Bridge

It's my own fault. So much waiting. So much wasting for the life under the bridge. I realise it was just a dream, yes, a dream under the bridge.

A dream that never cane true. Who doesn't long for someone to love. Someone to hold, someone to love without being told. Here I am, begging and pledging. Love me, enough. Love me for me but you yourself to the tomorrow.

Like a breath in the dark. Like whisper in the wind. Here I am, with this mark, with this sin.

I don't believe you. I don't believe me, the promise of tomorrow. The hope that I'd be okay. The hope of me.

Take a breathe and release the solitude of yesterday. El adios de ayer. The everything of what was. What we were. What we had. What we thought. What we sought.

Another bridge to cross to just light and stand on. Amuse me to burn along with the ambers of this longing, this hope.

This bridge I lived under alone.

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I know it's been so long. We've been here before. Before the end came. So here I am. You make me write. You make me write these words. You should be here saying it'll be okay.

There's so much we should be beyond by now. What was the promise. So much potential, so much whatever we said. So much hope. We knew hope more than they did. More than we did.

Hope.

Yet, I travel alone. Travel so far beyond than where we were. So much noise, so much life between the beginning.

So, we said we will. We said "Yes".

I felt it. I felt the answer.

Terrance.

Thanks. It hurt. But. I know now.

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Early July Thoughts

Wow! Look how long it's been. I never thought I'd let this much time pass since I posted but being here at my own place, gives me hope that things can change and things will be good.

Looking at my community I can see that anything is possible. I have a place to call my own, yet it doesn't feel like it is. Perhaps it's because I haven't moved in yet, but the potential is still there.

The things that are facing me now aren't so bad but there is one thing I can't stop thinking about. My mother's surgery. I've known it's been coming but I know I won't be able to accept it until it comes and it scares me that I haven't come to terms with it.

I'm afraid of what it will mean. The what ifs have taken over and I am truly afraid. I've tried talking to my friends but it seems that they are disinterested in what I have to say.

My family is one of those that don't express their feelings which makes it even harder. I know my mom has her own concerns and it makes me sad that we don't share our own.

There are times that I wish I could take the whole world's pain and sorrow away. It would be a good sacrifice. One I could understand.

Yet, here I am. Sitting alone. Beneath the stars. The dawn about to break. A beautiful beginning with so much potential and hope. Perhaps I should be the one who believes even if I'm the only one.

Either way, I'll love my mother, shima', my true love of this world.

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Endless. Countless. Timeless.

Fear and love.
Near and far.
Above too far.

Years and days.
Seconds and years.
Days and hours.

Spring and fall.
Winter and Summer.
All and never.

Beat.
Drum.

Silence and fun.
Years and suns.
Tears and fears.

Disposable me.
Unparalleled you.
Destructible we.

Breathe.
Heave.

Love unconditionally.
Unconditionally love.
Love without condition.

You.
Me.
We.

Eternity.

El Bolsillo

Pongo mis manos en el bolsillo,
El viento del invierno sopla.
Camino sin pensar en mi destino,
Los pies me llevan adelante.

No oigo nada ni nadie mientras que camine yo,
El ritmo de mis pasos me hipnotiza.
El horizonte se pinta con colores del otoño.
Me pierdo en la esperanza de mañana.

Llego en el lugar predestinado,
Al justo tiempo.
Las agujas del reloj dejan de girar,
Sino que sigo andando y brillar.

Se puede perdonar el pasado,
Pero no se puede olvidarlo.
Mi felicidad ya no depende de ello,
Yo creo mi propio futuro en mí

Así que sigo andando sin mirar atrás,
Yo ya perdoné mis faltos.
Ahora me he amanecido en esta vida,
Yo respiro el aire fresco.

El sol me calienta la cara,
La esperanza ilumina mi alma.
Sigo andando en el viento,
Mis manos en el bolsillo.

Early Morning Road

Early Morning Road

It’s the sound of your voice,
That stirs the depths of my soul.
A melody of words you speak,
As I begin to lose all control.

A timeless kiss on longing lips,
This moment frozen in time.
A stolen glance from gazing eyes,
One second to make you mine.

The triumph of my past failures,
Brought me to you.
Broken pieces of a metaphorical home,
Mended and left new.

Labored and tireless love,
Affections never enough.
Dawning sunsets of love,
Conditions resolved.

You’re my muse of tomorrow,
As I forget the ghost of the past.
My new path without the sorrow,
New steps I’m ready to take.

Flames of your passionate fire,
Illuminating this damaged soul.
The smoldering looks of desire,
Melted winter’s bitter grip.

Three words spoken in time,
Two hearts molded into one.
A jumping rabbit the sign,
On this early morning road.

A blessed light from above,
The saving grace of love.
Never before and never again,
Finding love within a friend.