dancing somewhere in between the birds and gophers
not that you have the ability to defy the difference of a yellow jacket and laughing orchid

Harvesting the sweetest of syrups, allowing oxygen to be an option
not that your reckless reign would resent, but most definitely not acknowledge

and "Of course," not for granted
while still listing the glamour of glory

although your misconceptions may not roll off the tongue
they stand firmly in the creases of your canvas

a palette assuring absence of scheme in its lack of rhythm
      fooling the fish fixated on such nicely narrated notes

rather retorted to fix the fucked
Preferring to possess the mastering of the massacre of male kind
always being less profound than the previous

Dancing on the lines you define as reality
while I swoon with the sweetest of tinctures

so Tell me why torture tastes as timid as your tongue
because even a surplus on stock
is never enough

Bathe me in your insanity
I have always kept as company prior to your arrival
and swim into the Sea, I know so well

-C.C.  

Green meets Grey

she morns for her Mother
who rests with the sheep perfectly perched
in the greenest of gardens

And then there is Papa
who seems to be tangled somewhere in the hedge
unable to admire the roses that float upon the weaving sea of green

the bees don't sting like the books define
the garden may have tried telling you so
but even then, Mothers mouth was always louder

whispers of the sun stay true
because for her compromise does not exist to be company

altering the Laws of Life you preached until convinction
that end up as empty in the manner they were introduced

woven together, still two seperate parts
comfort not from the tulips, but the Red Rose who calls help from the start.

-C.C.

Thistles and Nettles tangled into mothers tulips
she asks for politely

Bricks of the sea, housing the heap,
reminding me of the color that dances before she dies

Cry, cry... My darling Laila 

orchestrate the truest of tones 

which you define in the day, and shun in the night 

Shine, my Laila... look inside 

for there will lie what is always bare

Lovely Laila, let your arms down

          or forever flood in fields of flowers

-C.C. 

Awareness doesn't declare rationality

Certain powers declare more attention than others 

Yours seem to be unavoidable

and now acknowledged,

                                   so inescapable 

I think I like it

More than I hate it 

        that's a first

And I'm not scared 

         that's a second

Something I listed on 

         "Things I Hate Deeply:"

 now offering the very sense of fulfillment  

when the specific, special certain dosage  

was aquired 

 then alchemized upon introduction 

The universes first encounter with this specimen, 

as well 

Tales told, time over time 

Experienced only once in the naked flesh of the eye

-C.C. 

Feeling loved,

                      radiant.

something like a night under the Pacific's playful skies

    Electricity as kinetic as can be

A war they both love to play,

The reason we call them "wars." 

 hatred that effortlessly impacts what you call your "well-being."

"Love."

Is this why it is also titled pain? 

Willingly ignored torture?

    inescapable or weak ?? 

Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight 

Mango realms developing a patterned pace 

coming near the tableau set by the broodiest of female species who seem to mark the start and end of when my soul is able to once again meet with the brightest of stars known to man, and the eclipse that seems to unfold while still being persistent every time I find a way to be so as well

. I will wait,

   she is inescapable.

she always comes back. 

I will wait

Cause the good things, the Best things

in this life are not free. I'm not sure what you've heard, to be honest

now Spend 10 minutes with an impatient being

Really impatient

Suppose skittish 

Well, cause yes that is a well accurate representation as to how I perceive your actions that have now become what your muscles who appreciate rhythm have become accustomed to

-skittish 

I can hear your unsound mind, without having to assess this situation any further 

Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight

The most malleable component to life only exposed to a certain tribe that lays hidden upon mankind, 

  but Always there

Playing with this component 

She is a friend, the best of them all 

once the line is broken 

All boundaries disappeared, all barriers lifted

And for those who run from its defiance, because for a being of that breed there is no greater stress than as to when this component decides to completely run out.

Endings. Oh.....

What a funny old friend to now call the sweetest of company. 

Left, right, straight, 

left. Fall. Stay. Stuck.hope. Rise. Persist. 

Left, right, straight

...... 24 hrs everyday........

Go do something about it. 

You are here

Now. 

So be HERE, 

     now.

  And everyone knew 

But not how 

  but because it was Impossible not to acknowledge 

Silent but deadly

 approachable still unattainable 

"sweet as sugar, cold as ice."

Get stung once, chosen poison for life.

a potent passion

offering a heavenly float 

Before sinking you stirdy 

  salvation sitting sweetly atop your now turbulent tide

-C.C.

In and out the shaded Creek 

   Frolicking spaces, where rock bottom embodies her ineluctable reign

Higher, and higher, Life takes her form.

fruiting, falling, leaving tenderness out to play

Bundles of movement now taking their grip

only so long until, once again, the Creek is lit

Spiders dance in mothers lace

Bees, seem silent, indulging in next day's pace 

rock bottom, rock bottom 

Take me in

Avoiding their sound 

   As we solemnly sing 

Understanding the Misunderstood's (2)

You know the feeling of being scared that your uncontrollable unconscious mind will inevitably fall out of the strong uncontrollable gravitational pull love fuffills  in that moment that feels so rich and full, but never perminanent, 

but good

definitely good.

With you, well even if it wasn't you, since the universe has layed out such an intense, acute interest in our bond aswell, it seems accurate to admit that the world benefits from our bond just as much as we do, which passes boundaries we cannot define  within our own two physical limits. 

And no, no point ever has to be proven to outsiders because every single distraction from what was claimed to be as the 'right' answer simultaneously submerges. The key to the naked inevitable truth. 

The beautiful, untouchable tool to beauty itself, is being able to serve it with a side of wisdom, and if you sprinkle some intellect 

Wells that's all three, consider it a fucking party. 

But parties got old when the only thing that seemed right became new. 

show me more

There is no power in this world as the one in the serenity of truth and baby expose my colors in the dead of light, 

     I want the whole fucking world to know. 

- Carolina Cancela

The ripe Cherry Tree

and even in the simplest sound of your tone

Resentment and desire reaching an equivalence 

May there still be the presence of the deranged principle in lust 

As to how I am now catering to my current chaos, adding the disdain in regard 

reflecting my past, resenting my future 

Then quickly refreshed by the mastering of the affluent, Western ways. 

Damn you. 

Yes that tone, the one you season like snowflakes, honoring the splitting disposable, fault of mankind, at rest 

Yet now awakened 

But baby I was a fool, just a fool. 

-C.C.

It was almost scary to watch 

Cause how could something so clear be misunderstood so well 

As how the stairs to wisdom are so appreciated when they lead to more destruction than you pleading now on your knees 

You have love, I have appreciation 

Only within myself, validation. 

It's delightful, yes 

    "The life of no hesitation" 

Baby rest your head 

And even when he stood misunderstood

My eyes convinced his confusion into being something forsaken 

He can't run forever 

I've always been here. 

He knew. 

-C.C.

Going Growing

Where would my heart be in another place and time 

Follow the leader has never felt so out of line

I slide slowly out of your frame 

But never out of your mind 

Let it burn baby, yes the fire 

it feels nice

I told you I liked coal, only making his heart set on wood

Come on baby, I said I wanted to burn.

No, Don't bring out the green shrubbery, for I could go on and grow my own.

Yes wrap it up, and then throw it under the Christmas tree with the rest of your shit

Burn, baby burn. 

Sequel

And maybe I'm in over my head 

And I'm more attracted to the game and the things we would do in 

stead 

The thought spins loosely over my head 

This is the darkness you said you hated yet maliciously fed 

Why contemplate to leave or stay 

I want your attention, but know what you are capable of taking away 

    "let go and go take on the world."

Yet aware that your worst downfalls are personally scored 

so Don't look so loosely to my side 

No lad thinks nearly for that span of time 

Of course, you intending for an innocent fumble

I can hear your voice dance as she discretely mumbles 

feeling you grab me when you're the furthest away, the air may be busy but there isn't a moment I don't feel your love in the most passionate way 

And I know I know 

You must do what is just 

But now to differentiate what I want and what is lust 

 

forbidden fruit

And there's this boy I love

The one known for being next door 

He enchants with his words

Yet takes my breath away in his silence 

He knows the others are as timid as his perceived unapparent flaws 

In return his speech pushes past all regularly accepted laws 

And there's this boy I love

The one known for having it all

They whisper of his appearance 

And want to know the stories of how his eyes have seen it all 

We giggle and smirk, just as the fools 

Yet they nod indefinitely, for he knows he has set the rules 

And there's this boy I love 

His words say he's conquered it all

And his lover by his side, confirming the confidence in the art of his law

as he runs through the labyrinth we know as his head 

I want to be in there, found standing on the outskirts instead 

His smile humble, eyes more intense than a bull 

For, love beautifully; that was his rule 

I love the beauty you preach in your word

It's everyday this beast is found running against the herd 

His heart beats as fast as his eyes 

I would tell him to feel something, he'd still find something to despise 

Maybe in your labyrinth there will become awareness of the others

But it's too often he confidently lists his lovers

No wonder I choose rather to be an admirer than a lover 

The outskirts don't compare to the constant recover

What's better beauty or pain? 

You make me feel both

So I guess I'll choose insane. 

-C.C.

"Tell me what you love most and then what you hate most!" he exclaimed 

as he continued to pursue a role he had been offered too many times previously 

to play

I told him there was no difference in what I love and I hate. Too often the things that don't let me sleep seem also to pleasure my plate. 

I whispered to Clara under the bubbly Brut 

For she knew our most fluent exchanges always took place on mute 

The shake of her hand beating with the tick of her toe

Now she's the only apparent fool for letting it go.

;)

-C.C. 

And he was the type of person that when the show went quiet, so did his heart. It's sad, depending on something else so highly that your body cannot function properly otherwise, I guess that's life, finding out what addiction suits you best. And man I should have never made him mine. 

~diaries of the misunderstood

C.C. 

A

so oblivious as he giggles and pours our second glass

I can see his chest pounding as my fingers stoop towards the tray of ash 

   his smile let's go and concludes to my innocent life

Not a clue does he have of the thoughts and puzzles behind my eyes

"Yeah, the wine is great."

And you reminded me what it was like to hug someone so completely that you can begin to feel their muscles lean up against their bones

I look at that heart, the one I've hated for so long, and the truth is she hates it just as much I do 

You close your eyes on I love you's, bow your head on good mornings, and that awful cringe as you give and receive warmth

So pore me in pure guilt under concrete, 

and Spread your beautiful wings in the light

continue to preach of my protection

You can no longer protect me from the light.

-C.C.

And maybe at some point there is nothing to chase anymore 

And finding yourself is the only thing every path leads to

"Why did it take this long?"

But what about just telling yourself 

"It's okay."

Maybe cause we falter

we falter, Every fucking time.

Maybe you can only see as much things about yourself as you choose to

Smiling after second place never felt so badass 

Some things do take longer than others to realize

"Patience is a virtue." The words of my fourth grade teacher

Now more relevant than ever as I let my hair loose in the sun on this afternoon boat ride 

2:42 a.m.

And I've come to realize we pick endings more often than we tend to choose beginnings 

Just how the Dark Ages were too foolish to realize the Renaissance 

Sometimes I wait inbetween the silence 

And then realize it's just as hopeless as you are

And the times I am placed in rooms the loudest, I can't help but to hear your silence.

I always loved that about you. Learning to expect the unexpected.

Yes Jonathan, I still think pepper spray is fucking stupid, but now I truly enjoy skimpy clothes in sketchy parking lots. 

Irony keeps its interesting right? 

Thanks for teaching your baby girl best

-xo 

C.C.