Today, I awoke yearning to pray.
The air I breathe feels uneasy...

Open your mind
Like you open a book...

You see, everyday, when I’m at work
I scan the same familiar fruits...

whatever happened to me
to the dreamer who dreamt to dream...

They think poetry should scream
like a lost soul begging for mercy...

White
candles...

There was a time
when life...

Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...

A gaze into his eyes, a smile,
a tender kiss in my forehead...

an egg on the countertop
rolls...

It's just a mess, a mess, my mom complains.
Why can't you have it organize, cleaned...

I lost it. My gift. It came to be like a pen,
filled with ink, ready to imprint...