Whenever you're sad and blue
There is one thing you should do
Reach out for me -- I'll be there
It doesn't matter when or where
You can always count on me
A true friend is what I'll be
The strongest rise with
Echoes behind them; no
Legend ever truly won alone.
Every victory carries
Fingerprints of those who
Refused to let them fall; no
Won alone.
When uncertainty tried to rewrite
Their name, someone
Whispered strength back into
Their bones; they never won
Alone.
Even giants leaned on quiet
Warriors, the ones who held
Them steady when storms won
Alone.
Greatness is a rapport, not a
Solo; every step forward was
Carried by hands that won
Alone.
Michaela speaks truth to legacy:
No hero, no survivor, no Legend
Even won Alone.
Old and Alone Through the City
Old and alone, autumn wanders bare through the city,
A smoke of memories coiling around the streetlamps,
The woman dissolved into the arms of another mirage,
And the dog grew old begging for the warmth of days.
The child who was never born wanders through the fog,
A bodyless shadow knocking at autumn's gates,
And the wind and the sun, old brothers of a lifetime,
Lean on each other on the steps of forgetting.
The old organ-grinder, with his leg of wood and dream,
Cranks out a melody rusted like a wound,
The old prostitute sells her shadow, the unclosed
Coffin of her longing under a pagan moon.
Someone in a graveyard whispers a song of wax,
An old head trembles, hollow as a scorched bell tower,
The tree shakes its leaves like a final summer,
The idiot from the commercial smiles, a wounded mask.
The whole city trembles, full of loneliness,
Crowds of old young people flow like a river of wax,
All of them, everything, old and alone, carrying in their chests a fortress
Of silences fallen to their knees, under the same bitter snowfall.
Mexican worker traveling home
Mexican worker was not traveling alone
Lived here for a decade, twice
driving, he skidded on some Ice
Mexican worker and his son are now gone
The dark companion
Waves crashing above your head
- hope despite it all
I build a home in people,
And people leave.
My story never matches,
With the writer of destiny.
The moment you realise,
It's you versus the whole world,
You stop explaining your tears.
I don't know why people treat me
Like I have no feelings,
When I feel everything,
A little too much.
I asked for love,
They gave me lessons.
I asked for stay,
They gave me goodbyes.
Still, I write.
Because my diary never left.
Rules:
1. Never forget who left you.
2. Never respond immediately.
3. Talk less as possible.
4. Walk slowly but never backward.
5. Speak less about yourself.
6. Never show your emotions.
7. Be calm in every situation.
Shadows break her world,
She stands barefoot in the glass,
Still, her spirit sings.
I am caught in a loop:
starving for your validation,
yet terrified of being know.
When I open up, you minimize the hurt,
driving me to explain myself further.
But exposure is a threat -
I don't want you to see me.
So I hide.
Waiting for the day
the fear wins,
and I run again.
Incomplete are the thoughts of my head like this
Can't say but can't express like this
Dots connect to make some pattern
Am I too naive to make it exist like this
Maybe they mean something to me
Or maybe I felt like this
How did people of my life
Became dots to connect like this
With the meaning of punctuation to show things end
When did these dots connect to make a string like this
I assume it all to be falsely mistaken
Never thought I would make a pattern asymmetrical like this
I sometimes try to bring the dots close to see constellations
They stand so far for the moon's light to shimmer like this
My SOS calls hit icebergs,
hopeful messages go unheard;
they chip away and erode time,
defeathering an already flightless bird.
Signals bounce and echo,
rebound and lose their meaning;
an elevator without cable or buttons,
a premiere that lacks a screening.
My ones and zeros add to a minus,
I don’t adapt, cannot charge, have no port;
thumbs doomscroll past my expression,
a post office bereft of letters to sort.
A broken antenna might collect waves unique,
hear words spoken unusual and phrases bold;
my crumpled spine picks up no frequency,
a landfill for a bed, electric dreams untold.
The room glows in shades of electric blue
as do the faces of the aging two;
both faces mirrored in a tiny screen
alone together lost in some routine.
Each one scrolling, sometimes a finger tap
upon the smart-pads resting in their lap
They sit so close yet seem so far apart;
is this what’s left when love has lost its heart?
One reads, then both exchange a glance of cheer.
Yes, they're good; neither one of us can hear.
I never understood why people fear being alone.
I learned that being alone is the safest. If I am out of reach, no one can hurt me.
No can leave me if I am already alone.
In Life
You might have to stand alone
Remember that Jesus sits on the Throne
There is nothing too hard for Him
Thankful and Grateful
Praises, Songs as a precious Gem.
Sanity is far from my reaches
Tremendously pondering on
About the California beaches
Before dusk and after dawn
I remember you loved me long ago
Last December of yesteryear, I was a prisoner of woe
How could you betray me so?
You know, I learned to let go
Hatred harmed me in ways I can’t quite fathom
Hope healed me for days and no longer so numb
Stuck here alone though…and so it goes
On my own kind of vibes and glows
So, it goes
The feelings grow and my true colors show
Who knows…
Where the wicked wind will blow to and fro
I know I’m stuck here momentarily…
This lifetime is temporary thankfully
I’m aware that I’m dying alive tonight…
Let’s fight with our might for peaceful sunrises — boy, what a sight
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