Life in Hollows

A life is born
A life is lost,
Fear of death
wrapped in white veil
Shadow midst
Fall short of breadth
A life is gone
Still lives on.

A memory of you
It hurts it pains
A scar left
A story to remind
Hustling breeze
With a sorrow mourns
Let it be
Let it sob

A choice to end it all
Feel no pain
Feel no remorse
excruciating pain
But jus' this once
then darkness prevail
And nothing at all

Chaos chasing
Make sense of hollows
Encircling pity
Suffering endless

How much can I take
What do bear
Where it ends
Who is to decide
How life sustains

A life is born
A life is lost,
A memory of you
It hurts it pains
A choice to end it all
Feel no remorse
Chaos chasing
Make sense of hollows

Life Goes On

- In Memories of Chester Bennington

A memory left behind
Too little time to remind
A faded voice
A blurred image
That sticks around

Life goes on,
Not everyday a reminder
Not every song makes me cry
Heartaches from time to time
Unbearable, not anymore

The gone is gone
Years now,
Many new memories formed
Hidden in shadow,
you lurk in the dark
Waiting for the last song
To resume its pause

Your screams echo
from the Otherside
Your voice breathless,
in repeat, "I had enough"

Trail of thoughts
I am standing in the room
You are hanging from the ceiling
Last breadth disappearing

What is that
A final salvation
A music of relief
Gasping that last air
Your song ended with that beat.

It's not a goodbye
I will remember you
As you were.
Another new song,
another new day
May not be as often
But you keep humming in my ears
You haunt me
And that's okay
stay close by
as your memories fade away.

LCO Says So

Vanity is okay, until used to pull yourself up, and not used to push others down.

LCO - Who is?

Sometimes nothing starts being everything, imagination takes over the reality and the life pauses into undisciplined fall outs and cracks open the long-standing truth staring right back at you. No matter how you avoid it, no matter what you feel, the reality will always find a way to jump-start the daily routine.

How I vent my desires of being who I am? How I choose myself over the mundaneness of normalcy? Well, I write stories, that brings tears and sometimes laughter, filled with fury and rage, but also encased in passion. I don't write for money, I write so that I can express and connect with my readers, take them floating over a journey and find my destiny while we venture together.

I am La Cleora Ortiz, and this is where you meet me.

Life over Logic

It's so easy to lose yourself, in the crowd, in the pace and in a race. Priorities mixed up and the real you fade away. Sooner than you think, it's too late to recognize the person in the mirror. Why am doing this? What's important to me? A constant struggle between who you really wanna be, what you wanna do and what you actually have to do to earn your bread, to earn your luxury or jus' survive. 

The question still remains, what makes you happy? Do you even know what makes you happy or the fakeness of your empty answer jus overwhelmed your imagination and you probably lost touch with who you truly are and what you want? 

It could be a blessing if you could have a perfect life, do what you love to do fulltime, have someone who is crazy head over heels in love with you and you can die for the one you love. But life, in reality, is much cruel than that often teases you with that perfect storyline, a resemblance, a meaning you reflect or fantasize but then draws you back to the reality, into chaos, and confusion with less than no clarity, and your mundane life hits you back putting some sense into your head calling it "Logic".

Logic, it's our way of not being spontaneous, not take risk, hide who we are and what we want, but above all play it safe. Logic is when you weigh the pros and cons in your head until something makes sense. Well, life doesn't make sense, does your existence makes sense? No, but logic brings order to the randomness. It saves our precious souls from the agony of failure, the anguish of heartbreak and brings a sensible closure to move on. Ironically "Logic" itself has its pros and cons. For starter, it doesn't let us trust our instincts, and biggest of all, it doesn't let us live life.

I am a logical person, and I would be the last one to tell you to give up "Logic", it keeps you safe. But I would tell you this - Don't let your logic dominate your life, find love 'coz love is not logical and it doesn't make sense, be spontaneous, chose a random menu, a random drink, or a random place on earth, let go of your logic from time to time and live, live life for once or twice. Be logical but don't be chained by it. You die once, but fear is a suicide of all the lives you could have lived, and the choices you could've made. 

Live, rather than questioning yourself, "What if?" Live even if that's the last thing you do.

Buried under Crimson water

A sudden jerk
and woke up from the dreadful sleep
I left panting
is this only thing I am left to feel

The pain the agony
keeping my head real
It's real
and not a dream

Standing over my lifeless corpse
drowned under crimson water
tub overflowing
and soaked with blood
down to one last breathe
and one last thought

Did I even exist
Would I be remembered
I stepped into the darkness
Vanished like smoke disappears

All I needed is
this pain to stop
the blackness consuming me
am fading into nothing

Where is the light
a dot of hope, at last,
all I needed was someone to love
someone to care
someone to be there

In that last moment
as I waited
I watched myself drown
in my own blood
buried under crimson water
hopeless, alone and given up.

Disconnected

It was jus' a couple of conversation
We did not connect
maybe there is no meaning
maybe you didn't care

It was jus' a flicker of hope
not admitting what it is
If it's so easy to crumble
then there is no reason to build.

It pains my heart still
maybe more than it should be
Maybe I got to change
Who I am from within

I don't know
how does it work
you show yourself
or be someone else

A distance A time
so longing
but just before the moment
every piece broke down

You didn't care for me
you were only enticed
by the colors
shades of unknown
But who I am beyond
nothing that matters
for us to belong together.