A Poem a Day

To the wicked and to the worked, To the washed up welts Which inhabit my skin And stream down my hair Like tears from a face I'm learning that time Is not but an essence, But a matter to be the CEO For if you give up your reins you Are either in love or out of hope. And chances are If you are not a joint partnership You are on your way down a submarine. You have seen your fair share of sun But now like the closing of a book you must rest on the self you ran from. The eternity of life is up to you.

One that ceases to travel Has not only lost identity But also the means to change.

El problemo es mío Yo sólo quiero hablar Siempre... Pero esta no existe Y cuando vida pasó Me hace llorar, pero lágrimas no se muestean. En vez de deciendo no más Tengo que continuar Es sólo el principo... Espera y tú verás.

To dream upon a happening Cedes to no insurance, But by golly More conviction Leads to assertion And if I teach you nothing, Learn to engulf your trust In yourself. For the seas may just part If you at least step into the deep end.

And come alive!

You lose your opportunity to rise.

But to slice my core you’ll have To go layer by layer I shed easily at first But with every layer Comes more burn Eventually though The burning becomes numb, I can only take so much Before you separate The body from the whole And in that moment All that is left is the dirty Aurora of stench.