Hate

As she sits on the train begging for life to move faster, the clock isn't ticking. She has her head in her hands, and silent tears are falling down her face. Her hair is falling around her face, as so are her memories. She is soaked by the regret, the inevitable sadness, and the music that isn't letting her go. People move all around her, getting up and sitting down. But she's stuck. A little voice by her head won't let her move. The voice pleads with desperation, screams with rage, and cries with reason. She can feel the words cut her like knives. She knows there's nothing she can do to stop them, and even if she did, she wouldn't. She deserves them.

She lifts her head from her hands and stares out into the ugly gray sky. Her eyes flutter as moments appear in front of her, moments that contradict themselves. The clouds gather on the outside and the drops start to fall. She wants to scream that she's sorry, but the thunder has stolen her voice. Her hands move desperately trying to find the way to stop anxiety and guilt from taking over her.

As she sits on the train begging for life to move faster, the clock stops.

Blue

I got lost in the sea and I didn't have coffee. The sun tried to wake me up, but the sound of the waves took me to dream with the mermaids. I looked for the desert island, but the clouds were the only ones who appeared. The blue that surrounded me gave me goosebumps and made my heart beat to the rhythm of the sea.

The boat I was in deviated from the path and took me to the other side of the ocean, where the birds didn't fly and the fish helped me jump to see the dreams of tomorrow. I couldn't control the direction and I drowned in the sea of new hopes. I lost my breath when the mermaids appeared in front of me and my eyes saw an infinite sapphire blue.

Clouds

I'm sorry I
couldn't bare your burden
I'm sorry I
stopped fighting when you
needed me.

Your mind shines
like the sun,
but mine is just learning
to see
the little light that
comes through the window.

Your days are
roller coasters
and I'm afraid of
heights.

When you are
at the top of the ride,
I'm looking at
the ground wishing to
have my feet on
the earth.

My mind wishes
to fly through
clouds with you,
but my heart is
scared to get lost out there.

I'm sorry I
couldn't love you enough
I'm sorry I
stopped running when you
were near the finish line

Your eyes look like
the moon,
but mine are still
getting used to the sight of the starts.

Your nights are
hurricanes
and I'm afraid of
the wind.

When you are
at the eye of the storm,
I'm wishing for
the sun to rise
behind the mountains.

My mind wishes
to fly through
clouds with you,
but my hearts is
scared to get lost out there.

Winter

I agree with the majority when they say life hits them in the face. Time comes prepared with winter clothing, while we're standing bare naked, begging for some shelter. Our bare feet touch the snow with care, while the thrones from spring are slowly making us bleed without mercy. Our eyes are crying silent tears, because the cold has decided to silence our calls for warmth. We beg for the sun with our hands, putting them forward to the trees. Life doesn't respond, it only stares back at us in the form of snow flakes.

The wind howls, preparing itself to knock us down and gather our bones when there is no skin left. We try to move, but the frostbite is making our bodies into sculptures. Our hands are frozen next to our hearts, trying to see if there's any part of them left untouched. The pounding of our chests has stopped, and the wind has made its way between the trees. It throws us to the ground, and our icy bodies break. We become part of the fallen cold.