Poetry

in the mornings i drink earl grey

warm and darkening

as the weather today

so as i'm forced to close doors

and the dog and cat quarrel

i stick to my earl grey

my morning formal 

stardust in rivers 

oceans and streams 

d0wn from the night sky 

and then to you and me

but the label spalled on

wouldn't dare to make you yawn

with the work put in

There will always be dust

That is one thing that never changes

Dust at the beginning of the universe 

Dust at the end

Even though I know most things

If everything is different, then everything's the same.

Have you ever considered the money we spend on mascara?

The thoughts we spend on our outside

I don’t want them to see that pimple there

Or I hate my color hair

You’re always beside me

Or maybe in front 

You always amaze me

Even though you’re the runt

You aren’t too useful

But I love you so

I would die without you

When friends start bullying

When children start polluting

When everyone is taking

When neighbors start killing.

Maybe that’s when

Friends should start listening 

I'm right behind you

I'm in your walls

Saying you're ugly,

Fat,

Too tall

I'm everywhere

I'm in your phone

I like to kill

Things I own

I'm your conscience 

Recuerdo cuando mis pies tocan la arena

cuando los cangrejos me dan cosquillas

Busque los recuerdos y los hallé

En el puesto del sol

Cuando se acuesta por el día

Doesn’t know what to say

The homes in her heart aren’t hers to claim

One word isn’t enough

One word shuts her up

Foreigners have to pay more 
At the thick metal door.

Inside we see a hippo

I rise and know that something new is here.
It smells of pine laughter and undefined. 
Hands pressed to frosty glass outside I peer. 
Its purity and peace makes me blind.