Lie to Me Tell me this will end soon. Tell me I won't grow up wandering around with my grandma eating from the garbage all the time. Tell me I will go to school some day, have a birthday party, wear a

Con este poema estoy participando de la iniciativa semanal del #ClubDePoesia con el tema: "Palabras francas" With this poem I am participating in the weekly initiative of the #ClubDePoesia with the theme: Words frankly.

Wake Up! Wake up! Wake up! It’s over. The demons are gone. You’re back home. The sky is no longer your roof. The hard floor or the rusty metal does not longer pierce your burnt back. You do not have to

Source Scattered Pieces To my children It is so hard to try to put a broken mirror together, especially when you can’t find some of the pieces. Like a broken promise, they can still deliver an image, but

A bright red dot screams for attention. Blooming in the Dark It keeps raining. If the gods cry, they must be mourning deeply. If the massive spell theory is true, we may expect even more rain if our land