Connected
One more light
I knew you were in poor health
I’ve seen you fall and get up many times
I thought that this time you would do too.
I didn’t ignore the signs, I just trusted more than I should.
The pain that the illness caused I couldn’t stop
I tried to make us forget it though the laughter
It did help you?
I want to believe that it was.
The brilliance of the things
we lived together
the world never saw them
because the darkness doesn’t cover me
when we all were together.
How many life’s didn’t you hit
with your personality!
There were moments we had all,
but we couldn’t hold on.
We still smiled in the middle of
the weeping and the desolation.
"There were just thing we couldn’t have, material things."
You used to say:
“The panorama painted a birth with a million stars.”
It was the type of landscapes you liked.
The fireflies turned on their heart’s lights.
Everything was so beautiful… Just lacked one thing: One More Light.
We didn’t know how to carry it,
We’re quicker when we were little;
now we want to go faster
because we can’t live without you.
We don’t want to comprehend
we are just a moment;
another star in the infinite firmament.
Everybody around me pretended to be strong the day of your departure.
Some -with fake smiles- said
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
Let it rest!
They did for their sake.
Their pain was too great to endure it.
Everyone have their ideas,
I wasn’t the exception,
but I cared your departure.
It hurt me.
It doesn’t matter how much I screamed,
You wouldn’t come back,
But I do.
The remainder are the way where you are
They pull the floor from your feet;
I asked them to did it.
I need to see you again for don’t feel me lonely.
In the kitchen, there was a place,
one more chair that you needed.
I didn’t understand why you were so angry
until I put myself on your shoes.
Then I thought "you should be."
It’s not fair we treat you like a dying man
when you were always full of life.
“Just you can’t see it, it doesn’t means,
it isn’t there.” Said your look,
Even if your smile tried to hide it.
Now that this light isn’t in the firmament anymore,
I just can cry and scream
while I get the answer…
Do I care be just one more light?
Well, I do.
The tide
As the crustaceans that adhere to the deck.
As the light that keeps shining in the most intense night.
My desire for taste your energy extends on the Cristal surface.
Your presence explodes my wild, passionate and sentimental side.
I feel guilty for not telling you before…
But the tide covers the evidence of my being.
You appeared being “another one.” I was a “stain on the sheet.”
I fought against my essence until I broke this barrier.
I smiled and recognized your existence. I went crazy and lost my logic.
I believed blindly that my perversion would fade away, but it wasn’t like that.
Whispering and yelling we met under the light of the moon
On the tide where the dead men sing their regrets and sorrows.
The game started before we knew it,
You were there, being an innocence, but depraved being;
I was still in my shell scared and of everything and everyone.
I took the reins of the game as I could and I left everything to the fate.
The tide called him, nothing he left, nor his spirit remained.
He’s gone Oh! He’s gone.
The words couldn’t save him… Maybe they even killed him.
I couldn’t rescue him, that’s why I came back to be a crustacean…
The light keep shining where he used to be
The darkness covered my life. I see you and I can’t talk to you.
That’s my curse, the wish of my heart.
Walking aimlessly I find you everywhere, majestic being…
I can’t touch your being, nor they mine.
In the end the tide took him.
No he, but me.
The firts mistake Ft. Honey8
I come to you to break our chains, tearing down our barrier and finally forget our regrets. I am not the one to guide you about wrong and right, I’m just one of those people who don’t know themselves, but I know what was their first mistake.
Our instincts tell us blindly follow what others do, disregarding what we believe. We comfortably talk about food, clothes and other common topics, but not about suicide and depression as they are catchy and steal our attention, something that we consider an imagination or a taboo.
The first mistake was to bear the pain and remain silent, the first mistake was to overthink, the first mistake was our denial for rebel or protest, the first mistake was believing in something without fundamentals or any reason, the first mistake was to live the life without be alive.
It’s hard to live with this pain, that inevitable pain which is always there as a heavy hand to bring us down. But I can help you.
Help and praise, work and build
take out your regrets and your sins.
Shout out to those, who object your will
Leave them behind and climb hour hill
Respect all opinions along with yours
Follow the humanity and learn from those cures
Give time to yourself and learn how to roar
And now that’s first mistake doesn’t exist anymore…
One more tear
"In each lived experience there is a memory that remains dormant in the mind, until one awakens it, thus producing one more tear. Whether it’s joy or sadness, it’s there, waiting… "
Raul had waited a long time to tell Raquel how he felt about her: disgust, repudiation and hatred. The day he did it, Raquel didn’t feel anything, not a single sign of importance, she simply watched how Raúl said everything, or rather, shout at her. When he finished, Rachel let out one tear after another.
Raúl cared little and left. Out of nowhere, he heard a scream and then a loud laugh. It was Rachel crying with laughter. It turns out that Raúl had a bean peel on his teeth, and because of that, Raquel didn’t pay attention to the things that Raúl said.
Accostumed future
I was returning from college when a guy approached me and with a gun in hand told me to give him the most important thing that I had with me. I only had one book so I gave it to him. He ran away from the place and I went back to my house scared.
One week after the incident, I took another route and that guy found me again. It was 8:00 pm and he told me the same thing. I was just carrying another book by the same author, so I gave it to him hoping he would leave. But with the gun pointed at my head he forced me to stay with him while he read it.
Scared and with no other option, I listened to him and at midnight he let me go. I don’t know what the eagerness he had with me because every week he found me. I admit that the first 3 months were difficult because I couldn’t do anything to get away. He knew very well how to disguise.
After the year since the first time, he assaulted me, more than 50 books read, and he disappeared. A mixture of feelings came over me. I came to consider my friend after the fourth month (when he stopped pointing me with the gun and asked for a different book every week) and when he told me he was going to leave that life of theft, I was happy. I have a feeling that he died trying to escape from that hell.
I didn’t believe that he wanted to be the president, and even more, that he won the elections. The day of the inauguration, he said he was going to raise all the taxes. He fulfilled it. I suppose that people can succeed but never change their bad habits. Today he gave me an envelope with Q.25 000 and said: “Don’t forget the other book.”
Woman, simply woman
Feel the warmth of her words,
the warm of her hugs,
Taste the sweet sound of her advising voice,
The softness of her hands on my shoulders pushing me forward,
This is the woman who loves,
and take care of you,
that woman is simply
a woman
whose wisdom is misunderstood by many
and appreciated by few.
Woman!
Natural beauty
And of abysmal talent.
Throw me away from the problems
And keep teaching my heart
to understand how your incredible world works,
that, with delusions and greatness,
for you, everything is possible,
and more when your wise side appears.
Woman, simply woman.
Love of heart
And forgive my mistake
makes you the best.
Woman!
G.M.
The closeness of time
desolated the loneliness of
our beings.
Different bodies, same blood.
Different characters, same life.
I can’t comprenher her understanding.
But I want o please her last steps.
Should this be like this?
No! It’s my life.
Yes! It’s her life.
Similar desires, equal intentions
Empty the instinct, fill the spirit.
A sigh and a silence
leave this in the rest…
Respect and love is what is left.
Empty
I resorted to my lines
to hide my heart,
and with him,
My sins, sadness, sorrows,
joys, fantasies,
defeats and glories
How many times I didn’t do it!
Today I confess this,
as if it were my biggest secret,
I don’t doubt that more than one
will find what I’m talking about,
nevertheless,
nothing guarantees that
this one, doesn’t be,
other, text:
empty…
Those are just words
A hug with taste of goodbye was the last thing that was known about him. Samuel is his name. He left us many messages and we didn’t read them. We were deluded. He had a “friend”, who kept quiet what she saw.
He spoke to silence, because this one did answer him. Samuel listened to his heart and tried to move on. He fell when he kept quiet. He was just another who thought that being someone in life was a goal, but it wasn’t like that. Samuel wasn’t his real name, he called A… His friend knew it…
Now to you!.. If you never cared his presence, don’t pay attention to his states, they have nothing to do with you… It can’t understand. Both knew his fate. How forget the slow walk of a dead man who blinded his life in an instant! She managed to overcome the fear by saying it, but failed in the time of fulfill it.
Somehow, she talked to us. He has not yet heard the voices inside his head, but he was already determined to lose his life… Who cared? Nobody. It’s another suicide more… “With time the loved ones will forget you” for better or worse… you’re just one more dead person.
Why did he do it? She knew it, if she could speak, she would have avoided it, but preferred to see him kill himself than talk… His final words were: “I am not a man anymore, just a memory in the broken hopes of someone… Yours.” She said anything in that moment. She was a building. Little did it matter, he died being what he was: A rapist.
Yeah! In the end and after many years we still don’t know each other. We have been lied too… Here there is no “we”, but “I” and that “I” is really “him.” My name is V… And: Today I breathe again. It was worth leaving. I feel alive. I had to make them believe I was dead to run away from there.
I found something more harmful and fatal than drugs and tobacco: His memory. Before it was synonymous of joy, today of sin and sorrows… His name just kills those who know him, and although the years have passed and of all the words, I can’t say your name is the first, today, the history is other. I can say it, but nobody can hear it… Suicide in the hell is salvation in heaven.
Connected
This is a strange event. Since I was a kid the lake always called me my attention. I believed in some iridescent beings, at least that’s what I called them. The years passed and I stopped seeing them. Today, a crime brought me here again, and that feeling is back. They think I know what I feel No! Despair is bigger than the fear, and hope is a sweeter made of innocent blood.
Exactly, here is the mystery that I must solve. Since when? Why the hope is made of blood? No one can save what doesn’t belong to them. It is well known, but little -by some- that we can help each other with any problem, but when it is about ourselves, we are empty souls, hollow souls who wander in search of a genuine love. However, the matter is other.
i feel that those beings have something to do. The silence is a sign of their presence and gray nights are their favorites. I am a detective, but not of those of TV, but a real one. My mind brought me here.
I moved towards a barrier corral connected with a stream. Do you see it? Do you know what I’m talking about? You should pay more attention to the landscape and not just to a small part. You lose the sky by searching stars. Do you hear the sound of the silence? Curious. isn’t it? You see the answer, but you ignore the reality of the fact -Who knows why-. Today we will rest in the water. In the morning, I will look at where the riddle’s answer is published…
Wait, that one is already discovered! Did you see it? If not, check your dream world well… There it is. Buy yes, beware of those iridescent beings, it does not know what are they looking for and what they want to do once they have it.
So be careful because you will never come back… Therefore, if you are connected with me, you’ll have seen the loopholes; If not, you must learn to difference between the fantasy from the true, and the oneiric from the fictitious.
Colors
Green as the Quetzal,
Light blue as the sky,
Blue as their eyes,
Red as the heart.
Black as my thoughts
White as my reaction.
Purple as the blows
Gray as your absence.
Without you, colors are left over,
Words adorn the silence.
A final brown line
drawing a sign:
Encouraging.
Let me, let you
Let me smile, let me lie,
Let me cry, let me scream.
Let you love, let you sorrow.
Let you comprenher, let you express.
Let me be, let me go,
Let you feel, let you say,
Let me know, let me meet,
Let you leave, let you live.
Let us be humans,
let us be kids, and have fun:
Dad.
Let us be persons,
Let us dream, and fly:
Mom.
Lightnington
Over the darkness world where all the hope is lost and there is nothing else to see, but a weak light on the horizon shine saying: “remember all the sadness and frustration and let it go…”
A voice from that light tell us a history, its history, pay attention:
Where the stars sing, your light shines by itself over that dark world covering in white rays yours.
Some soldiers appear running to reach your fire. In a park, they look around it searching through the shadows and that mist. What are they looking for? You!
Their friends need your lights. Where are the angels singing? Those soldiers won’t give up in their fight against the dark, even if your light goes out. Our will will be the path.
Keep showing us your energy and together we will protect each other and our world from that black presence. This light is their leader, and those warriors are ourselves!
Without anyone realized it, the history that the voice told them became into the reality. Now with all the problems we have in our own lives, we always take care of the others, because we are not friends, we are family, and together we scream:
#FuckDepression!
#MakingChesterProud!
There is no need to say be strong, we are strong! So I just say:
Don’t forget that I love you all and love the life!
My son
I dreamed with have a child
To care him, love him,
Want him, protect him,
Teach him to be a human with feeling
Instead an interest crawl tool.
Since I was young, that was my desire.
When that day came,
I realized that,
I didn’t have the necessary to be it,
In case of fulfill my wishes
And cover your needs,
I made you suffer
A lot of things that you didn’t deserve.
I wanted to die
And avoid the pain,
But I couldn’t
Leave you to your luck.
Your heart
Was so strong and noble,
That you know how to conform me
In those moments.
Passed some years
We went ahead.
You’re still being my son
Despite I cease
To be your father…
I became your friend
A moment.
At the end of the street,
You turned into my father
And I, in your son.
You knew forgive my mistakes
And fixed my path
How much I thank you!
“Old age will be hard” I thought,
But you soft human touch
And warrior heart
Made me wish with my soul reach it.
I called you as my best friend
Because I knew that it fitted in you:
Chester
Keep shining!
Thank you! 
