by. Jesus L. Diaz
Don’t cry
Just Change.
Just breathe
Don’t blink.
Get better,
love harder?
Can I?
Take better health
get better steps.
You can be okay
he can to
believe if you can
leave if you need to
Work, keep working
do the project, do the dues
just try to be happy
Work towards you.
Photographed By: Jesse Diaz
By Jesus L Diaz
Contemplated thorough examination;
Bolstering.
Passing tones,
Passing blankets
Passing clothes.
I’m the Beast.
How do I feast, with her?
It is always 500 days of fall,
An eternal sunshine graved upon.
This streak is melting,
What if it’s love
Is gone forever?
Not yet, it could be,
We might be alright
We could be okay.
Maybe we might just Die.
It can be all okay,
We might be alright,
Let’s Feast.
Feast this good dinner.
When you find me scattered across the field of lilies
Call for me.
You have a contractual obligation to do so
You’ve hurt me.
Deeply I could feel a knife in my chest,
The more I cried the deeper it went.
My love killed me,
And you never knew.
Continue reading “Contracted Obligation’s”
By Jesus L. Diaz Jr
By: Jesus L. Diaz
Photographed by Jesus (Jesse) L. Diaz
By. Jalin R Marie
Nothing in this world beats the feeling of loneliness. Nothing in this world hides any part of me that I don’t regret. When I look at the sky I feel somber. I feel the need to fly and dance in the atmosphere like a gust of wind. It’s almost as if I belong there. Do the birds ever feel lonely? When birds chirp, are they talking to their loved ones and looking at the sky with the same love as I? Sometimes I gloat and peer at others as if I don’t wish to. Wish for a chance to become my own greatness. The sky shares the same shine.
Continue reading “Sun’s Shadow”She had never been there for me
She had me in her grasps under her thumb
She had me, mirrored me towards her own emotions
I wish I had raised more heart and emotion
I wish I could have let everything out
I wish I could have screamed at the top of my lungs
I never had the room to mentally heal
I never had the ability to cry physically
I never had a point to raise my voice
I wanted it to be okay
I wanted myself to stay happy
I wanted my friend to not have tried anymore
Continue reading “Her. By: Jesus “Jesse” Diaz”
Years have been covered in ash and torment
Children, wives, fathers have not only lost themselves but their loved ones as well
I have lost my Maria, my Opa, and slowly my will to live
I still trace the number they imprinted on my skin
I still see the nightmares and horror, the death and the smell all too real in the starless sky
No matter what I do, what I eat I am still reminded of him
The trenches are continuously covered in poppies and blood
Hope is silver lined and I cannot cross it, it feels all too surreal
It feels as I will never find my hope
Even when I returned home nothing felt the same without him in my arms
The plum trees grew and prospered, the hens covered the grass with a sea of orange
Even though life was around me, I wanted to die
But the day when I had to save Vater, I have found my will to live
The silver line fading, no more words that taunt a good life, it is truly here
I have now found my Issac where the plum trees and poppies grow
And I have learned hope can still be found in war, in the arms I always love
Pegasus 