Poem about suspicion

Suspicion

Starts to dawning sun rises and illuminates,

now there's nothing that relates,

on us and these are our fates,

we are now not even mates,

It is because of your suspicion,

which distracted your cognition,

which ended our mission,

and our common Edition,

our edition about love and life,

which was slit like with a knife,

and it ended up with strife,

It's lack of faith which is so rife,

for that reason we need to believe,

so we can forgive,

and in harmony live when we doubt leave,

so we can without a doubt our love to give.

Prose poem about life - Sin or smile

Sin or smile

New morning is a new day for me is, as it was all new, but what remains the same sins behind me, and they are not forgotten, do not forgotten so easily as a smile, a kind word, a hug. If I forget them , if I were back at the beginning, or to make them even more, again. But one thing is for sure, I'd like to look forward to, I would have better memories than sinful.

Prose poem about life - path

Path

Traveling through life I see as we are slowly running out of fuel and my vehicle is no longer new, it is still going well, but not with such intensity as before. Is tired, as well as the soul and at the end it will stop, not because is broke down, but because of exhaustion, to recuperate, and when he rested his energy will go into the soul, and will be free.

Prose poem about life - Bitter and salty

Bitter and salty

Bitter look on all the days we live in, because I do not feel it if​​, and whether they will be sweet, and they are not cute, just not to become salty, because if they become salty, I wont be able with water to dilute it. Because the water will become salt.

Prose poem about life - is not the same

Is not the same

Living or just to be alive, is not the same thing. Living is live life with whole body and soul.  And just live, is living just to survive and is never same living and live, never same these two almost the same words, in the another sense so different these two words which represent our existence.

Prose poem about life - Frostiness

Frostiness

I'm walking in this endless darkness, in night, in desert. Cold air formed my breath in the fog, my eyes water, coldness is intersects the skin on my  cheeks, cold as anyone's souls in darkness freezing every drop of goodness and warmth. Cold souls who are seeking all the good that exists to not exist. They are here all around watching, lurking, and when we slip, they attack. Cold black souls, the sun will shine on you, sunshine of love happiness and smiles. You will become the transparent, melted and evaporated, and you will disappear forever.

Prose poem about life - souls

Souls

Difficulties bitterness what ours fragile body of experienced, for so many years suffered of this brutality of reality, they are not eternally as souls, souls that screams and no one had heard them scream, when ours souls hurts, it's not pain of body, that pain is terrible, which calls for freedom.

Prose poem about life - Me doy por vencido

Me doy por vencido

No sé si me tengo que entregar o seguir adelante, ¿Y ahora qué, a pesar de todas mis fuerzas Yo no sé si mi vida se va desmoronar o al amanecer, No se. Lo único que sé; es que estoy cansado del mis fuerzas.

Prose poem about life - wake me up

Wake me up

Wake me from this severe reality, I can not from her, to see beyond itself. Can peace to reign, even eerie silence, nor a shred of a second, to feel good if it exists. From the evil that is suffering at tons and eternity.

Miedo

Solo me estoy engañando a mi mismo y me lo doy falsas esperanzas y veo cuando me despierto que todo es lo mismo a pesar de toda mis fuerzas. Y no yo no puedo más así, porque mi agonía no hará sino empeorar. Veo que la vida no es para mí. Entendido eso hace mucho tiempo, no sé. Y lo único que sé es que tengo Mucho miedo. Miedo a la vida, miedo de la muerte, miedo de todo.