Endlessly

If you’re a bird, I am a bird.

Thoughts of you are crossing my sky,

Because you were my bird and now I’m left here… Dying.
I have loved you from the first day that you locked your smile with mine.

You became my life,

My reason to live.

Happiness was not a word that I actually understood.

You made it my main priority when I was with you.
Endlessly, you’ve taken all of me

Endlessly, your heart is with me

And endlessly you’ll always have all of me

Don’t leave my bird, because without you I am no longer able to fly.
-Ylaiza Perez

Fire

Too high for this
This flame has me on cloud 9

Better yet, too many clouds I see with my eyes

This night makes me see the light

The sky, the bright stars
I am in love with this fire

Perfection

But it doesn’t stay 
It wants to die of
Is getting cold

The breeze wants to take you away from me

Don’t run away
My fire, my fire

Warm within my hands,
I want to touch you

Let me get high off you

You’re too hot for me to touch
To have near me

I still want to get burned
Feel my ashes turn into your companion.

Becoming so desirable

Part of my hope

Oh my fire, don’t die out

Let me be the last person to feel your warmth

Nobody else should have you

Be mine.

Fire,

You’ve made my high of your smoke,

Let me, just let me, inhale you one more time

I want you to be a consistent memory in my mind.

-Ylaiza Perez

The Muses

The daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne
Nine muses and out of all of them I choose you

To write the next line to my poem,

To set your own rhythm

I choose you Erato

My lover, my poetry, but will like to share a bit of you with your sister

Mneme, as she retains my memory

You see, you guys are a great team

You have helped me find my inspiration,

Your other sister, the youngest but one of the greatest muses I’ve ever wanted

My inspiration 

Don’t know how she appeared out of nowhere

But I hope you both make her feel welcome

Into our poetry, our words, our reality

This is all my Greek mythology history speaking

Because all I really want to say is that you are my muse, my inspiration

And I really don’t know how to explain it

You have turned on a light switch that has been off

Now I don’t think there’s any way possible there can be a short circuit to make it no longer work

You’re my safe place, my electrician,

My all

My inspiration

My muse

Erato and Mneme, don’t be jealous

She has created both of you.

-YP

Limits

They say if you find the limit of 1

equals infinity,

But my limit of one

means you are not with me.

One, the number that makes

everyone feel like the one.

One, the number that suppose to mean infinity,

but it means nothing.

Limits are a point or level beyond which something does not or may not extend or pass,

due to the dictionary,

that is the definition of it

The definition of you

A limit I cannot obtain,

Too far over away

I need to find the limit of 0,

which is actually 3,

but 3 is not a number that resonate with me

Because I want infinity,

I want one,

You.

The one,

the number that makes me comprehend the

insanity of this math problem,

You,

The problem

Can you help me understand why the limit of 1 is infinity please?

Because if it was, why can’t I find the answer to the one,

To you?

-YP

Pure

Pure is the rise of the sun after every dark night,

The heat of the spring, afterall that snowing,

That is how pure it feels when seeing the flowers growing.

Wanting to plant seeds,

So they can grow by the water that falls

Mother nature’s gift to us all

My gift to you.

The rise of the beautiful things that are growing,

How fast or slow it goes, not knowing

Plants have different times on how they become beautiful,

But baby you are always beautiful.

As beautiful as a hot sunny day,

Pure, I would say

Astounded by the rise of your roots

Infenitely admiring you,
What a beautiful tree you are growing to.

Your leaves explaining every part of you,

Your history, your summer shade

Even when the cold puts you away,

Your roots keep you standing,
You are here to stay.

I hope you hope for the best and wait for the better,

You are rising the heat of the day,

Pure.

Your branches I want to see grow,

For them to rise, come to me.

That way I know that the summer has begun,

Your purity

You have led me to Paradise,

My glowing Tree,

Keep growing for me.

-Ylaiza P

Friday Review: Love by Jin Okubo

Spring

The way the breeze crosses through her hair,

Lets me see how life is in front of her.

The way her eyes sparkle,

The melody of her voice,

Have left me without any more plants to water, she has drenched all of them for me.

With the warmth and light in her eyes,

My mind is on the rise

It cannot stop thinking.

How the spring has opened my eyes, to see all the beautiful things in life.

To create the throne of my destiny, even if I do not know where is going to go.

I am enjoying the beginning of the sun and rain.

You let me see the good/bad in things.

Just want you to bring out the warmth,

I can no longer keep wearing this coat.

-Ylaiza P

Stars

If I studied astronomy, I will understand everything about the stars

Learn everything about the most beautiful, shiny and bright star,

You.

The one that fills my soul of peace and harmoy.

What a shiny star I see,

Reach out to me

Why so far my beautiful star?

Keeping away from me,

When you are close everything is clearer

The night is brighter,

Everyone is laying on the lawn just looking at you.

Wish I could make you fall and hold you

Feelings are too bold, can’t process them

Your light is running out, you are tired, need to sleep

Let me hold you with my eyes,

keep me mesmerized and hypnotized, just shine my beautiful star.

It’s time to come back, dream was too long to hold

The sun is rising.

-Ylaiza P

Can’t Love Sober

I need a glass of rum,

I can’t love sober

Drunken thoughts of you

I want you to come closer.

Drink a glass with me and tell me

you want me, grab me tight and

don’t let go.

You’re making me lose control!

I can’t control

listen to my cries…

I said grab me tight and don’t let go

This feeling I have for you,

I do not know

As these lights begin to lay low

No control to balance it out,

Despairing every inch of air,

my lungs can’t capture your breath, it has vanished

All because of you

This feeling no longer brand new

Swept away by your presence

I have become a slave to your essence

Intoxicated and liberated

I can’t love you sober.

Duet: KL/YP

I Am Afraid to Write

This is a perfect explanation as to why we should write and not worry of being afraid.

Wandering Bark Books

I have writing notebooks hidden under my bed. The writing in them spans years of my life; there are many words on the pages.

The thing is…I haven’t looked at them in years. Literally. I am afraid to look at them. I am afraid to remember things I wrote about, things I have long since forgotten. I am afraid of the memories. Most of all, I am afraid of my voice.

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