Where My dreams and emotions are displayed through photos, and poetry. Let me show you my world through a lens. Let me touch your heart with words. Let me give you a taste of difference through my mind. I'm Puerto Rican but i think through the eyes of every race...I FOLLOW BACK
The tears dripped down her face running her mascara, I guess people can cry black. She was a fallen angel in a red dress timid to a smile as she stood black and white plain to a face. I look to the sky and seen her emotions smeared across the gloom clouds like as if her and mother nature shared a special bond. We stand face to face, I see my reflection through her regretful smirk. I must of unknowingly imprinted myself into her broken heart, the shards carried as a signature with my name written all over it. She sniffles and looks at me angry, I’m baffled until her stare ended with a verbal break and tear in my chest. I think this was a mutual decision except I wasn’t strong enough to show I agreed. (Dark nights, cold endings, resentment and refreshment) I been through it all like war I fought across a spectrum of emotions with battle scars tatted on my arm to reach a revelation. I stood there with a loss of words because my past held more chances then I could no longer give. I grew into a difference rendered into a form of intellectual art. I shifted my mind and got gifted. Black hoody, fresh tims, snaps, women, money and a classy style with a vocab that spreads through conversations leaving light hearts and impressment with all first impressions wanting chances. You could question when I changed because I see the mysterious expression on your face revealing I’m no longer the same but at some point I had to go missing for the better. Chances come rare to a dark angel as my wisdom has now grown from roots into a tree of intellectual poetry…..
In a dream..where is my reality? I swear I’m in a fantasy lost of what use to be. Gave All my heart open just to be broken down and deceased… so sad I’m fucking mad..what happened to my reality? Constantly in a dream because it was not what it seemed to be… who is she? how did I let this get over me? Don’t mean to bitch but it’s death if I can’t make u see death within me…. Wish I was free from the dust u stomped all over me…gotta be in a dream because this shit ain’t we at least not me..what I think I got to speak and if that dnt work my pen bleeds….or maybe I just woke up from a dream and there was never we