By: Ezekiel Gonzales
Two strangers crossing paths, neve… From the first, to the last Their souls could never be separat… The beginning, the end All that comes, nothing but moment…
A ball slapping on the court, spur… The kids dance and play across the… Never one to say what they should… What one should look like What one plays in society and how…
If blood is thicker than water, th… The bitterness that held me back f… Has questioned my thoughts—apologi… When in the hell would I choose t… Loving . . . . I left you behind
What goes on in that mind? Is it me—us—whispered words of yel… Daisies and lilacs, the pretty wat… Do you wish for more? Worry not your little head
Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…
I see me, far in to the past running with the wind A child with no scars to tell, no… no eyes that bear burdens too heav… recognizing me now is difficult
When you chose to lay your weapon… I was baffled; we had fought for what’s felt like… Killing our brothers—like savages rabid with a contagious disease
Come back to me, the empty space you’ve made is sen… The life that vanished created a s… Let the heartstrings tug you back… Let your soul dive head-first
Letting the rain fall Dripping Fingers Soaking shirts Finding clarity through the storm What does the monster think;
It’s an endless destiny set it sto… Skipping those stones I’ll choose for myself—I will cho… I don’t want to shy away but the spotlight burns my face
As you palm your way through my mo… The little buds of life fall from… Slithering—figure-skating Triple 8's The sensual feelings we catch betw…
Roaming with thoughts of Daffodil… The common sense I lack drips fro… of my scraped knee Tears of fears One’s that hold close, ready to ta…
With something gone, with somethin… an empty hole with an empty mind— There’s nothing to fill who wants it? With something here, with somethin…
Once my words have been translated… The beauty found within, the thing… Hail to the one’s that uncover and… I have chosen to bury what I wish… Loving and living for the one’s I…
The three have descended—have rise… The eldest; a boy made of stone; His heart made of glass and a brai… Yet, he could not speak His mouth was worn down with use