“Nothing is impossible, the very word says ‘I’m possible’!” -Audrey Hepburn

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Christmas Poem

Sleepy, watered eyes awake to the strike of twelve,
Midnight announces itself with the sweet sound of bells,
The children who have been staying up all through the night
Finally get to relish in their long-awaited delight

Scurrying do they rush to grab the first present
That was when mother had to stop them for a second.
She turned them around and showed them the manger,
And there laid a boy with the face of an angel.

But this was no angel, this little boy was God,
So small for a king, which the children found odd.
Nevertheless, the children folded their hands and prayed
That the little boy would in their hearts always stay
Because the true meaning of Christmas is not the gifts we receive
But giving our hearts to Jesus, in whom we believe.

What is love?

What is love?
Can it be found in a poem?
In a line or a verse?
Or it simply just a curse?

Your smile bewitches me
And makes me lose track of time
I can’t stop this feeling,
Darling, what have you done to me?

Why is the sun dark when you are not with me?
Why are the stars less bright at night when you are not by my side?
More beautiful than roses,
More precious than a pearl,
You have become my special someone.
And once I start loving, it cannot be undone.

Conquered Demons

What did I even see in you?
A cure? the necessary pain? It all seems like nonsense now.
you pushed me far.
you pulled me ’til my wings broke,
making my blood drain like waterfalls
spilling it over the dry sands of what was left of my heart.
you shoved me in closets. Deafened the sound of my screams.
Put out the light and made me live in hell

you made pain feel good.
And made everyone I love seem hateful.
Made me believe death was my panacea.
And you dared to tell me to go die.

you turned my laughter to tears,
And my tears to a nervous cackle.
It was because of you that I lived chained to a rock,
It was because of you that darkness felt comfortable
In the end, you tore me like paper till you killed me

But today, I tasted Light.
And slowly does it melt on greedy lips
Enveloping your tongue with the soft milk of honeybees
Warming you with the rays of the sun
And calming you with colors of the sky
And once you taste it, you just crave it.
And once you taste, one bite doesn’t suffice
I’m sick of listening to your stupidity
I’m tired of letting you chain me to the earth.

So give me back my wings!
I don’t need you to hold them for me anymore!
take your hands off the lock, I hold the key now
There’s no need for me to scream anymore.
If anything, you’ll be the one screaming for me now.
I don’t need you to decide how I’ll live or how I’ll think
I hold Heaven within me. I don’t want your hell.

Don’t ever come back.
you will end up losing to me.
I have strong, mighty wings.
you have no power over me.

Moonwater

Have you ever tasted moonwater?
You can find it running in the rivers of Loon.
The highest tides are in the middle of June.
So if I were you,
I would go there around noon
And make sure to bring along a golden spoon!
(It supposedly tastes bad if it’s a silver spoon!)

I believe it is best served as a silky, silver drink with a dash of condensed moonshine.
And every now and then, sometimes I add little specks of cinnamon pine.
Unfortunately, I can’t tell you exactly how it tastes ’cause it varies from person to person.
Some people taste cherries,
Others lime,
And some say it tastes like a glittery slime.

I heard rumors that every drop has a different flavor,
Another that it smells like a warm sheet of paper,
But what I taste varies every day,
Sometimes I taste the fluffy clouds of a somber milk gray
And other times a red wine made from a rose bouquet

So whether you want to try it or not,
I’ll leave that up to you,
But if you really choose to,
We can go on my canoe
And we can drink it all night
Until the rise of the morning light.

When You Come Back

When you come back,
Hug me warmly and tenderly
And scorch into my mind the memory
Of the first time you said those two words
*Te amo.

Make up for those lonely nights at the dinner table
Your sweet, nostalgic scent of maple
And all the times I thought I heard your voice,
Among the noise,
Of the city traffic cars and banging apartment doors.

When you come back,
Promise me that you’ll never leave
I don’t care if it just for a day,
Just stay,
And please,
don’t ever go away.

 

 

*Te amo: I love you

El amor de un caballero

No quiero sufrir, pero sigo sufriendo
Mi corazón no para de doler, ¿existe una cura?
No puedo parar de amarte, es incovencible e imposible.
Aunque me rechazas, te sigo queriendo,
Aunque no me quieres, nunca te abandonaré,
Aunque no me mires, mis ojos son todos tuyos.

Quiero conquistarte, pero no quieres ser conquistada
No importa cuánto tiempo pase, seguiré esperando hasta que tú corras hacia mí.
No importa si te pones vieja y arrugada, tú eres la más bella y la más preciosa
No importa si nunca piensas en mí, soy paciente y siempre estaré presente cuando me necesites.

Un caballero nunca descansa cuando espera a su dama.
Un caballero nunca se desanima si la dama no lo quiere.
Hasta la muerte, este caballero sigue y seguirá amandote para siempre.
Dama más querida de mi corazón, nunca te soltaré.