The Words Worth

A SERIES OF INTIMATE INDIVIDUALS The bond between siblings is not merely of blood, but of soul. They've seen the worst side of you, yet their love is unconditional. You grow and learn by each other's side, always supporting and having one another's back. That's the beauty of siblings, that unwavering trust and profound love, that fearless sense of protection for eac h other.

When you let yourself, Genuinely grow and learn, To reach that place, Where you need no one but yourself. When you let your disappointments, Be the anchor that helps your roots become so much stronger. When you let your past wrongdoings, Torment you no more. Recognizing them, As yet another piece that make you whole. Getting to know yourself, What you want and what you deserve, Carries with it such overpowering joy, That your priority becomes loving you. Suddenly, no one’s company is needed You get inside your mind, And begin to figure things out, You no longer care about anything at all, But decorating your soul. You become whole being on your own, Its then when you have the power, the absolute control. You become the free woman you have always desired to become.

Ultimadamente todo pasa, el tiempo, las situaciones, la vida. Los errores, se vuelven lecciones prohibidas, Y las decisiones mucho más calculadas, Se vuelve sabias corazonadas. El aceptar y perdonar, Se vuelve clave para la libertad; en el pasado nunca más divulgar. En un nuevo comienzo emerge la posibilidad. Seguir, y dejar ir lo que no es, Porque el pasado en el pasado se quedará, El tiempo las heridas curara. Cerrar los ojos a viejos finales, Y abrir los ojos a comienzos ideales. Alejarse de situaciones que amenazan tu paz Para así nunca de ti mismo dudar.

All the emotion, the excitement, the spontaneity and expectancy; suddenly dissolves into nothingness. As the days go by, as life makes you grow, You slowly lose the illusion. You do the same things, with the same people, You watch yourself begin to settle into a monotonous routine. Waking up, and expecting nothing, but what yesterday already offered. Talking with your group of friends, and gossiping about the same old events. Society obligates us to follow an unwavering schedule; It controls our time, our ideas and also our capacity. They keep us in a corral of sameness, forcing us to live an ordinary life, with ordinary people. Always fulfilling their expectations, following their protocols, living up by their repetitive standards. A never changing life...

I remember those good old days, When we were both or none. Those edgy nights where we would creep out the door, Pure adrenaline rushing through our veins, Utter fear of being caught. I remember those dizzy nights, Were we would dance to “our” song, And sign to the top of our lungs; Laughing till our belly throbbed. I remember our road trips to the lake, The “churritos Diana” that never missed. The painful scrapes in our knees and elbows, After a good hour bouncing and falling. Evidence of the adventure we had experienced. I remember those intense deep talks, Were we would share our dreams, but also our biggest fears. When we would get tired of each other or get mad at one another, But at the end always realizing, there was no one else we would rather be with. I can’t remember when I began trusting you so completely. But I did. It w...

The unsettling feeling, that tremendous distress. The darkness of the night seems appealing to my innner self, my heart is clenched with my own disappointment, bittersweet loneliness. The flickering amber lights welcome my wounded soul, the beat of the universe beckons me towards escape. I exhale a cold, grey, bitter cloud, as the sour cascade treks through my veins, warming, healing my self inflicted wounds. Sweet distraction, blissful getaway, on the edge, I swing and sway, mind disconnects; Not a single care in the world, as the pain, the guilt, those mortifying thoughts are gone. Feeling starts within my body, the lights become a little more intense- Is that a huge tomato talking? An overwhelming, euphoric sensation... Forever in this sweet dream, lunatic imagination.

Just a thought.   Being a ‘good’ person has become so relative. Something so simple, has become so complex . A human being can pray, believe in god, give, go to church, serve, and all those qualities that we “think” makes a human “good”. The question however isn't what you believe in or what method of living you follow but how you treat people and who you are, that reflects your true self. People get so often confused about what makes a “good” person that they believe that the way you appear, dress, look,  will determine who you are. In these times we see the human race eating each other with criticism and basing a person’s integrity by their appearance. If we see a women in a short dress or shrill colors, we immediately believe she is a sinful, seductive woman, but what we ourselves fail to understand is that, in making that assumption, without the proper knowledge, talks more about ourselves than of that women. Society inundates us with expectations of how we shou...

Everything within her shatters, Wounds on her soul open, her eyes do too. Realization and utter shock invades her senses. A current of spoken lies had clouded her judgement. Her heart was stabbed by a piercing knife; One who was supposed to watch her back, Twisting, shoving, slowly, killing her inside and out. Betrayal. She gave him all, she gave him trust. But her heart became cold. When that expectation was crushed, She found she had been wrong all along. It was a lesson, that made her bold. She learned to trust none. She will forget not a single word from those deceitful lips that had whispered “I care"

There is a universe within her, That no one ever dares to probe; With such deep misty corners, That consume you with her wanderlust. The shooting stars prowling inside her, Reflect her infinite hopes; That with her bold ambition, Persues without fall. She is mad and she is fire. Her soul burns with deep desires. She wants everything and settles for nothing; With her intense passion for exotic places and minds. A glitch within human specie she is; She scares people because she is whole all by herself, And with her blissful insanity, She has the power to conquer the world.