December 2025

Como temo lo que pasay lo que pasarácomo encuentro mi disgustoen plazo de mi paz Si despierto mañanacon alma en mi breathse que el mundo es míobut there’s nothing left Intento amarlomirando desde ‘rribaperro corre un ríode lágrimas I’ve left behind You know I could find themsi me pongo a buscarpero me siento cansadoI don’t…

It doesn’t really feel like christmas,the holiday may be dead to me.No snow to frostor fire to roast,no hands to holdor glass to toast. It doesn’t really feel like christmas,my world has hardly slowed,each night I’m leftto my own device,no kiss beneaththe mistletoe. I’d love to feel the spiritand loved ones lost who could cheer…

A year of laughs,a chunk of grief,change and changedis-disbelief. I found the endswithout the means,I mean the endis always near. I learned a wayunknown to me,relearned the wayis what I mean. I’d like to thinkI know what’s next,but what’s on deckI trust is best. Spain had calledand I had answered,but a scenic route cameand I’m…

Sadness doesn’t feel like it used to,it can come and comeand come and come andin the endit all simply moves througha candle flame.

Teardrops fall,yet the page stays dry.So oftenI don’t know,why I cry. The pain’s alive,wounds forever healing,as peace becomes painthe demons cushion my fall.A mile to gowith glass in my feet,it’s hard to be mewhen feeling this beat. This neck aches for loveto hold it in place,my head in your lapmy last sightyour face.

Today felt goodyet I’m painting it black,every moment slips and spiralsas I reach the end of the tracks. I conquered every hillsmiled at all the thrillsand as the night begins to stillmy heart simply spills,out unto the floorbeneath the cracks of the doorand as I rush to mop the messI merely pour out more. If…

Is this life as much of a jokeas I’m finding everything else to be? Because if I stop and pause myselfI can’t take life“seriously” Are all these thoughts outside of meeverything, but my reality? Because if I could shelveevery other perspectiveI’m not quite surewhat I’d be left with.

Alive,I light my fire,I manifestwhat I desire.I steer the shipof my truth,I live & learnembracing youth. When I tripI catch my fall,I call in friends,I don’t do it all. I let the worlddance and vibeas I dance with it,alive.

It’s quiet evenings,I’m in the rough.Despite all I’ve givenI’ve still got stuffto unpack for myselfto let the dust settle. Is there a moment I missedto claim what I needed?Did I make a mistaketo not take what I heeded?Because it’s 10-15 sharpand I’ve got an empty plate. I had thought that todaymight fill me with laughter,but…

Bloated,overstuffednow everything’s imploded gastric bypasstruth unloaded,don’t even knowwhat heart and home is. Disilluded, disoriented,the pot’s left on the stove,a lack of finding peace and restwith heart-h in this abode.

The tank will always empty,there’s a limit to the mileage.Some adage, sum addage,some weight left in the attic. The wheels turn,turn turn, turn turn,as everything consumedburns, burns, burns. A meadow across the paddy,a sad cadillac just for daddy,and we wonder why the present dayyearns, yearns, yearns.

Deseos satisfechosdisatisfecho por deseo,oportunidades de novedadnovedades de oportunidad. Cuando algo acabalo de mas persigue,cuando algo acabalo nuevo comience.

My mind is holding my backin lockjaw apprehension,Leaning forwardTower of Pisa. Unsteady footing.Uneven breading. Melting joists.Facial failures. Never alive.Never in breath.

This is Americaa country of hatefate obliviatedby trauma irate I’m fully tiredof respecting disrespectfrom a person with hateswimming up to their neck The rapists of earthdeniers of freedomunhearthed and unleashedwith nothing but mayhem. Peacefully politicking,because I’m on their turf.When they only walkthe scorched pieces of earth.

No matter what I’m doingyou come to mindevery other day and dream,at least. Iused to ruminate,on love and who I’d date,but now I could be watch grassand it feels like you’re my fate. I ought want tolook down the pathsyet with you it’s simple –there’s zero maths. I know my heart,I know my lean,to be…

I am the manI’m going to be.I’m going to bethe man I am.

My head is heavywaiting to rest on you,right on cuewe’ll know what to do. My body aches,I haven’t been held,I sometimes embracebut never meld. Locked in a prisonof a fate and desire,left to myselfto soothe this fire.

I’m tired of the mediocrity.Can you get your shit together?Because with everything you’re asked to doyou shrug and say whenever. There’s no accountabilitythere’s nothing on your back,and once you’ve twiddled thumbs for daysit’s time to take a snack. I give you my wallet,because that’s how we exchange,and when something goes wrongthat’s my faultmy shame.As if…