Luz radiante y cálida
Sonrisa que me envolvía
Ausencia que duele.

Alma libre y sincera
Conquistó mis complejidades
Ya no está, solo el eco.

Risas y juegos compartidos
Momentos que atesoro
Vacío que me ahoga.

Recuerdos que me acompañan
Paseos bajo la luna
Despertar con aroma

Primer beso al  sol.
Naranjas que tiñen el cielo
Café con sabor a sueños

Su ausencia me llena de tristeza
Testigo que ya no está
Un mundo sin ella.

She gave me her hands
she was bare, serene
and so out and open
and I accepted it
because it wasn't the hands
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the way
she portrait herself
and the spontaneity
that left her

either from her lips
or her fingers

or my poetry

First time I met her, dimmed and dull my day was
Cool and cold she'd been, so scary I needed a pause
For some reasons to me, she's intimidating
All went on for some time, until we started talking

Minutes to hours, to days, to months
All of the sudden, I realized it all at once
An existence of hers, my day scintillated
Every tomorrow from now on are days anticipated.

She keeps
the photo to herself.
Sometimes
she shares
with me
the memories
when she goes.
And
among all
that
is stored,
her names
are the things
that cannot
be forgotten.
She keeps
her heart to herself,
and my heart to myself.
She keeps
the things
I shouldn't.
I keep
the discrepancy.

I want to listen to you breathe gently next to my ear...
To feel your chest rise and fall against me..
Running my nose across yours so I can look into your eyes.....You have my body and my mind.....
I want to give you my heart and never look back....
To let my soul roam, cloaked in happiness and peace...
You are serenity.
You can have my light,
I'll take your darkness.
Just fall into me.

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, everyone dreams of a movie life that they never had:>


'do you have a movie idea?' she is asked
my piano's stuck on notes that made a blast
'what is your absolute dream?'
no clue!!! I scream
now with that blood reaches my knees when I lie
and shattered glass stains a cry
but one selfish day
of a one grey warning day
on a Storm
out of Vivaldi's norm
I'll make November's violins
spin the veins under my skin
when an alarm's clock won't erase history
nor dust the ink in black poetry
the purple eye
would know a who and an exact why
when a sudden mother's scream won't defeat
the eclipsed expressions or invisible heart beat
nor the recall of empty lines
things that used to be an impossible of possible defines
when a sun's light won't make a memory in sleep swing
nor the unnotice of a summer autumn winter or spring
wouldn't keep the pen's color on a compass' tip
on an adventure of a lost ship
east kills west north kills south
when the kissed would be a clear mouth
to live for the hope of it all
the said would be spit on a train station's phone call
the fall would reach the death quest
the unknown would be unraveled for the moment in rest
but the dream's missing pieces has nothing to do with the recorder
and that is why I would record ONCE then put the puzzle in a folder
**** the ones who saw
burn the **** machine after created in raw
I did title 'Waste Before You Taste' a long time ago surely
some greed changed my idea of mercy
a question to be answered is jeopardy
when no human shall know of there will be misery
when a heart of glass would be dropped and broken
when the darkest thunder of the dream was golden
once the ought to be a secret would be a wonderland stolen
I warned it would be a selfish day
yet you listened and now the death penalty you pay

                                                            ­                              -------ravenfeels