Paloma

En algún lado
Se encuentra mi conciencia
Bailando libremente palos
Bailando en ritmo de caderas mulatas
Con sudor caribe
Mientras fluyen las sonrisas
En algún lado
Mi alma es libre
En algún lado

(4/20/13)

around

some people
you just kinda
need around
Share their creative juices
engage in conversation
ask things,
live life
enjoy their presence
simple y llanamente
porque si
sin preguntar
(4/1/13)

Fresh Air

I need to get out
And breathe
Fill my lungs with fresh air
Stirring the stagnant
Atmosphere that stifles growth
I need to move
Bring action to these rusty joints
Take them for a spin
And make stuff happen
I just need to do it
And every day
I inch closer and closer
To taking the plunge
Out of pure
Anxiety
And fear of remaining complacent
So much so
I want to break free
Like an inmate on solitary confinement
Hoping to escape her demons
Only to realize that there are
No walls
No bars
No sentence
But my own mind and will
No demons
But people
zombies walking about sin rumbo
Swaying like leaves with the current of complacency
Not moving forward
Not moving back
Letting life tiller with their choices
Sin preguntar
And I fear becoming one more leaf
Following the same flow
Destined to the same routine
That kills
But the only thing holding me back
Is me
(8/10/12)