1 Writers Heart

¿Santos o Salvos?

A veces hay más santos que pecadores
Y se nos olvida que los triunfantes son los luchadores
No solo los que aparentan, en sus vitrinas y en sus mostradores
Dejemos el papel de acusadores y acordémonos que somos
Portadores de paz
Pescadores de hombres
Segadores de la palabra
Seguidores del Padre
Imitadores de Jesús

Viajemos el mundo, seamos exploradores
Busquemos soluciones, seamos innovadores
Construyamos puentes en vez de quemarlos, seamos soldadores
Defendamos nuestras creencias, seamos reformadores
Pensemos en grande, seamos soñadores
Amemos el arte, somos creación, seamos creadores
Luchemos contra el mal, somos más que vencedores
Pero sobre todo que nunca se nos olvide que todos somos pecadores

Apology Letter

I’m sorry

I gave you up so easily

Should’ve held on tighter and longer

I did this so frequently

Should’ve controlled your flames like a firefighter

Should’ve taught you to be stronger

I’m sorry

I let you crumble

Should’ve guarded you and kept you safe

Instead, I kept tripping’ kept a steady stumble

Should’ve not let you get wrapped up like a mummy

Should’ve left you free and unswathed.

I’m sorry

I let you hurt

Should’ve known better

Maybe if I wasn’t such an introvert

Could’ve not become attached and avoided bitter tears

Could’ve prevented having to write this apology letter

Dear heart,

I’m sorry.


It is
unconditional, unrivaled, and unmeasurable
But we are undeserving

You understood and unselfishly gave it all for the known and unknown

Unleashing an unbiased and unimaginable

Something About You

Oh my dear…
I've told you in the past
You have a way about you.
If this were a fairytale, some would call it magic.
Me? I simply call it amazing.
If this were the hood, some would call it game.
Me? I simply call it amazing.
If this were titanic some would call it the iceberg.
But me? I simply call it amazing.

Love Capsule

To make a person cry is easy, making them laugh is the true challenge.

Like No Other

You found me deep in a putrid pit of sin,
Result of my own failures and demise
You found me bare and broken hearted,
Result of a thirst to love and be loved
You found what was left of me, of my life
Result of a failed plan to escape my pain

You didn’t care for what was but what would be
You didn’t care about my current state but about eternity
You didn’t care about my pieces because you made me whole
You didn’t care about my appearance, you just wanted to save my soul

You gave me purpose
When you extended your nail scarred hand
You gave me hope
When your blood-wash cleaned my every stain
You gave me freedom
When you bounded me with your love

Your love is
As sure as every dusk has a dawn
Your love is
As deep as the uncharted ocean
Your love is
As wide as the unending sky
Your love is
As immeasurable as eternity
Your love is
Like no other

I love you
With my whole heart which you made new
I love you
With my soul which you saved from hell’s abyss
I love you
With my life which you gave meaning to
I love you
With every fiber of my being which you formed in mother’s womb and sealed its fate with heaven’s kiss.

A Thing Called Love

You took your time 
to build a bond. 
Crafted a perfect design 
to cross beyond 
my imperfections 
and things I’m ashamed of. 
You focused on making connections 
and bridged our gap with a thing called


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