I waited for you

Soon as I held you, you left

And now I wither

A broken heart...

Actually, two steps away from my bed there is nightstand. Next to that is another nightstand. Three steps from there, there is a stack of boxes, waist high. Going around that in four steps is a chair. Kick the chair, you’re at a table. Sit in the chair. You’re sitting at the table, and there is a lamp within arms reach. Click. Open your eyes.

There’s a couple of notebooks next to the lamp. In at least one of them, there is a pencil, a pen is next to the lamp. There, now you- I can write something and actually try to remember what you-I dreamt of last-.

I already forgot.

I’m shaken,

Bruised and battered

My perfect portrait

Of you

Shattered.

I shame,

Bewitching and mastered

Your perfect words

To me

Shattered.

Trust is a horrible thing to miss.

Trust is a horrible thing to miss.

Present

He neared the end

The corner of Delphine

He went passed the gates

And awaited the unseen

Quickly

She slipped through the night

With the bag in hand

Unsilently

To Delphine, the end

Close

Within the sights

It followed in silence

In speed and grace

To the meeting place

Of the end in Delphine

All

Passed the arms of iron

The wire crowns

The obsidian doors

Obstacles

High and down

Fleeting

Steps to the center

The end of Delphine

Time nearing

Struggling composure

Closer

Slapping steps on puddles

Sounded and appeared

Drawing near

Rising fear

A-

The clock struck midnight

And In Delphine square

The pair and hair

And secret follower

Appeared in the there

Bare and

Breathless in

Midnight,

They

Appeared

To

Disappear

From the terrible place

That was

Here.

I am bold and fierce, yet I am soft and gentle. To me, bears are spiritual animals of the wood. It would be a compliment to call me a bear given my wild hair and thicker athletic body shape. I just like bears. It’s probably because I watched Brother Bear too many times.

Muchas cosas me llaman

Como mis plumas de tinta

Llamándome a escribir

Inspirando mis palabras

Una hermosa frase

O una balada significativa

Una oda a un objeto sagrado.

Uno de mis amores y admiraciones.

Respondo a esta llamada- este impulso

Con todos los pensamientos de mi mente.

Todo fluye hacia una página.

Many things call to me

Like my ink pens

Calling to me to write

Inspiring my words

A beautiful phrase

Or a meaningful ballad

An ode to a holy object

One of my love and admiration

I answer this call- this urge

With all thoughts of my mind

All flowing down to a page

Oh, Color of

Enticing Passion

and

Intoxicating divinity

You, Color of

Unmatched Power

and

Relentless anger

You, Color of

Endearing royaly

You are

Facinatingly ghastly