Poetry From Carlos Ayala

By Carlos Ayala

Hollow

I lost his hand
He disappeared into the crowd

It’s not what I was trying to do to survive
It’s what I was doing to die

How long must we suffer

The pain

The lies

How can we hide
From these evil eyes

The light shines

But, I remain in the shadows

Power

All power comes from the source
Endless energy runs
It’s course
Intertwined with minds
Roots and nerves
Mycelium
Clandestine internet
Harmonic series
Connected frequencies
Breeze between the
Trees
Birds and the bees
Spoken into existence
Devine essence
Atoms
Electrons and neurons
Cells and skin
Breath
208 bones
Life begins
Veins full of water
Rivers and streams
Infinite dreams
A heart pumped
full
Of blood
Just for someone
To love

Duality of life

Can my weakness
Be my strength

Can my darkness
Be my light

Can the pain
Be the cure

Can the hate
Be the love

Can my blindness
Be the sight

Can my broken mind
Be the answer

By : living poets society

What would you tell your younger self

Be better
Be strong
There’s nothing wrong with you
Finish what you start
Love yourself first
Give yourself a hug
It’s not your fault
Don’t do drugs
Tell my younger self that when you get older it’s ok to ask for help
What happened to you as a child wasn’t your fault