Letter

We're walkers.

Somehow we came to places 

that we don't imagine being.

You're like wind.

I know, you want to keep walking

In quiet, I see you move forward.

We're walkers

and I never want to you 

stop being a dreamer.

Love. M

Last poem

Do something beautiful

something that hurts and heals at the same time

bleed out

sink your head under the water

then, die.

Do something beautiful

& dies, any day. M

Sleepwalker

I'm doped

sometimes I lose control

the autonomy of my mind 

I'm 300 feet underground 

different paths 

different breeze 

different rain

I have been dreaming

without sleep

Where I have been? 

I can't turn this off 

I'm doped 

of reality. M

u'r.

Freedom.

I need you to be real

I feel the cold on my feet after stepping on broken glass

I know you've been broken

for a long time ago

Love

Is to collect the pieces 

that you left on the road

I'm broken too

I am a puzzle

... I'm into the water

& floating in the air

I want to cover your spaces with my hands

enter into you

make out the puzzle. M

Mr. R. Blue Light

When we leave being children?

& stop running around the trees

you wanted to catch me, but you always let me win

I know, you love smoking weed

& you like drink alcohol any day of week

but, when I think of you, I see you reading

You have that same smile

you're going let me win

I take off my skirt

we will run between trees

& gonna let you win. M

Incinerate

Part II.

-¨It's true, you must be prepared when the moment arrives you¨ -

Sitting by the window, the birds are flying

with the breeze on they face: pure happiness

they don't run away.

Should we hold on to love when it hurts?

Life hurts, it's like a tiny pain, pulsating

Would you run away from life?

Or is slipping away?

Everything happens, and is transmuted

You are a passenger: traveling wide open

jumping with your covered eyes,

again and again

reaching vacuum.

How did we meet ourselves?

fulls of life

burning us

couldn't stay our hands away

and living in that gaze of yours

How did we find ourselves so far apart?

dreamed of you, like always dream: my curse.

It's funny how love fades

you look at it and it doesn't burn you

Now it's: incinerated. M

Incinerate

Part I.

-¨Things are rarely what they seem¨-

Came to calm,

I felt the assemble of his despite with mine

He with his gaze waiting for me.

Now I hope he

don't die in the ephemeral of life. M