Tenemos poco tiempo de la vida.   ¿Qué quiero de la vida? ¿Qué quiero hacer… de verdad? ¿Qué es algo que me encanta mucho?   Estoy sentada En mi cama Tocando mi...

It beats and beats and beats. Fog when I wake, Thunder when I sleep.   It crackles; veins alight and aflare. The rush comes unexpected, A mistimed snare.   Mine, all mine,...

New years bring news seasons of life Struggles might come to cut you down like a knife But dreams are being born, and opportunities are arriving Potential is springing, and hope is thriving   Under...

Why can’t you be supportive? You tell people you are But it is all talk All you do is pretend   You don’t care about me You don’t care about anyone But yourself So why...

Whose Time is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello. He gives his Time a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The...

Through the years you go We are born into the world that we know We don’t remember our very first years In the blink of an eye, that time disappears Making friends that you may keep forever Hopefully,...

  Hills go by  We wait in circles for the days to come We go round and round, and nothing seems to change  Her face is wrinkled and dry  At last her features have become bitter -...

the objective is merriment, a lifetime of frustration. what is the point? if not for infatuation.   it bears repeating of our frail mortality, the most minuscule choice ends...

The heavy sunlight beams through    the varying blue-green waters   carrying the souls of the outcasted on their backs   Each minute rolling and rolling, more and more    Just...

She doesn’t exist they say, She will never exist they say, But she knows in her heart She will always exist. She’s crazy they say, She’ll always be crazy they say, And she knows...

Loving and hating;  laughing and crying;  relationships and disconnections;  these things make up the vessel of life.    This “vessel” as I call it  isn’t always the easiest...

There was a point in time where music meant something important. It was raw and vulnerable and full of soul. Singers played their instruments instead of using technology to create sounds. The artists could...