Sit around the fire, Ignore the sad boy in the back. Spill secrets from our bones, And lay it quietly. Save the tears for our bedrooms, We can laugh about tragedies here. Our legs burn against blazing flames, Then it all goes out. We forgot how dark it was out here.  

You wave to me as I walk And I can’t stop the constant reminder Of how you felt on my skin I closed the book midway I don’t want to read it anymore

There is this moment Of divine beauty bestowed upon ourselves When you feel sleek wood And thick strings beneath your fingers You try to reconceive the tiny notes Playing softly from one of your mother’s old records Gentle turns into brash And you taste that frustration growing in between your knuckles and nerves You lack rhythm…

He is written in this quiet way that absolutely bewitches me. There’s this light in his eyes that remind me of that little girl looking in the mirror, Wondering if she’ll ever fall in love.   Like a lazy grin on forgotten smiles, The air is different up here.   Rough cheeks fill my hands,…

My brother has tan skin, That grows darker under the sun, You can see the outline of his T-Shirt. He has chocolate eyes, And deep, rich hair. His flat, bare feet match my abuela’s.   I am pale beyond help. My face shifts pink at small misunderstandings, With freckles upon reddish hues on my nose…

We all begin somewhere. I don’t mean our passion or drive, or hatred or fear. We begin here. We begin in the midst of thoughts and longing. We are compiled of dust; skin under nails, light in our eyes, lines around our smiles. There we are, a mere idea of fear or love in the…

I saw the exact moment she fell apart. She could not run amongst the art, or else she would get caught. I was vivid with anger, Venomously whispering to unnoticed paintings, A madman hiding in front of beauty. I would cry for her, Because something inside of me snapped And I could no longer grasp…

The streets are filled with regret And I am no different from the pavement I walk upon Adults look at me with disdain and a sense of A sense of pity washes over me from their wasted youth.   I feel their stares Undressing my nerves Viciously taunting my desires I hear the screaming already…

I am utterly thrown off by the sudden evoked possession you have over me. I am overjoyed I see someone so beautifully again, but fear it is the want of love rather than the need. By this, let it be known, that it is rash, clumsy, and too childish to comprehend. This, I hope, will…

There’s this shoveling emptiness harboring inside of me. I feel as though I should be worried of its presence. But in reality I’m too consumed by this euphoria filling my lungs. It is times like these I wish I could scream. Because when night rolls around, and his medication wears thin from consummation, I grow…