Own who you are. Speak of only wiser people.

Shoe laces I almost let my wet shoes ruin my journey.. Running in the rain is exhilarating! Reminds me of Tracy chapman days when music wore more than lines to bed. I have had moments put together and of deep blue. A past honest and haunts the master of disguise. The painful smile of a wicked grin, ask the questions, like Oye? Is silence more or an empty abyss of wishful sins. I write and write to remember my name. Hope resides in the tenderness of the ocean, its ability to open its arms to a sinner like me. As a kid, i observed the world silently, the separation humans felt to nature left me confussed and in agony to unite the two. The best of harmony exsisted nestled in its leafy arms, consoled the darkness inside. Bitterness towards a mother that turned away has undoubtablly made me awkward and hell bent on remaining awake. What is it human kind have retreated to represent? Consideration runs through its own exsistence. My fight is for happy and healthy. I recall the first time i saw for my own eyes the loss of breath. Mine began to beat against my chest. Made a promise to live without regret because how unforgiven time should be spent. I wish for your words to find their way to trees everytime, because where you fall short to understand their worth, i over fill the glass. My heart has no other name that galently i put my pride aside. So much death and destruction keeps me up at night. Those sleepless nights are bearable. The love bottled up on reserve for my favorite soul are utterly un bearable. If what we let into our life has more power than what we reject. The level of patience is border line dare devil. I want to kiss him weightlessly. Embrace him whole heartedly. Lift all his dreams in hopes to bestow half the ways this best friend has touched my soul, in more holes than a honey comb. For with or without him, madly in love remains unfaltered and steady. This dream conjured somewhere along when we tied shoe laces with style, made way for confirmation kindness reins proud. The affliction to understand the moral behind Cain and Able truths, leads to the allusion we control what we lose. I choose rather to live somewhat bold, in hopes to hold a river of proof. For if we reep what we sow, my my will state loud, A Love pure and true Anny Ariz

True Freedom

All along while i drank on your wine, read every single one of your poems line by line, multiple times. All the time i resisted to see what was obviously.., to every single body around me.  I struggled and wrote, got wasted and drugged with other flesh to believe it, to leave it. Restless and torn, saying bye to a silver lining drawn. Mangled my frame, I love you too profoundly to place blame.  Odds fall on..  for you i would kill.  If life should ever call for it. But until then, reserved and contained i will remain. Never meant to leave space and time with your heart and mind by mine. Prior to these past weeks, i embraced you so tightly it squeaked.  Your lack of sleep, could rightfully be a result of my bedroom dreams. I graciously bow to your applause. Know that the acting was all along, the today that u see is me no longer living imaginary. No filter, simply felt it, had to let go and let be, no deeply seeded reasonable doubt or complicated solution.. I wasn't seen in the light of Eve. No wrapping nor bow, sprinkles or cream. Its a non-sexual love, its platonic in nature, it stood the test of time which is worth more down the line. 

This time around, turning dreams into fun. Living every day as it comes. Holding hugs longer per pound, tender surrenders, kisses in a fight. Chasing an overflow of a tolerant approach. Won't lie anymore. Give, grow, give, grow, over and over. Till every last drop of passion takes flight. Tell stories of a life that lived, leave the world a little better. I reap my own karma inside and out. Time to cross the line for justice and bout. An enchanting celestial creature, slick and smooth like the side of a nickel. Words endowed to me from people less fickle. Pairs of connections, a mind can misconstrued for lack of a different spout. Life has eaten my insides and outs. A twisted father, martyr mother, blessed with family in every color. Seeking a spiritual mission, guidance and patience. Putting all this pain to good use. Hope is dope, bc it ask for nothing in return. Come together on a scheme to save some green for the kids and trees. Concentrating on everything through me. A queen sacrifices her heart, in order to rule diplomatically.  The drum plays on, with no desire comes true freedom.

~ ANNY ARIZ