Spanish: Translation:

En mi cama me echo despierto In my bed I lie awake
Y mi mente vuela a lugares lejos And my mind flies to far off places
Cuando una visión aparece en mi ojos When a vision appears in my eyes
Me pregunto, en mi corazon termino I wonder, in my stopped heart
Por qué es la Parca nuestro destino? Why is the Reaper our fate?
Por qué como las estrellas quemamos Why like stars do we burn,
Solo oscurecemos y a nada titilamos Only to darken and to nothing flicker
Con tercera edad, el ingenioso asesino? With old age, the clever killer?

Aunque completamente solo estamos Though completely alone we are
Al comienzo de noche, cuando morimos, At the beginning of night, when we die,
Aunque al fin sin luz dormimos Though at the end in darkness we sleep
Y con nosotros nadie vamos And with us no one can go,
Podamos luchar con la rostro del muerte We can fight with the visage of death
Y amar hasta el tiempo partirse. And love until the time to part.

Very beautiful writing.

I am a patchwork of other people's things,
Stitched and strained by other people's strings,
Threaded by pricks and pins of untold affairs,
Cut by the agony and glee of past cares.

Hidden in the darkness of future years,
My next secret patch or stitch ghostly leers.
The next needle to scar my fabric rises,
Diving toward my skin, in my blood baptizes.
It leaves unchanged, its point unfaltered,
Bound with its cord, my mind 'ever altered.

Of other people's things I am a mess
Mind clouded by feelings of possessiveness
Beholden to others, never myself,
I feel as a patchwork puppet on a shelf.

Wrote another sonnet XD

And a villanelle! Google it to find out the restrictions, but I think I followed them all.

Because I cannot face my death today,
Between scant hope and dire, repining hours
I will continue living anyway.

When fateful stars spiral, dance in dread ballet
I live, far from bless'd sanctuary tower
Because I cannot face my death today.

Into Sisyphean labors most hours fray
But since a few with love and life flower,
I will continue living anyway.

With envenomed thorn, the Tree of Life arrayed.
I grasp wither'd fruit, joy, from glum bower
Because I cannot face my death today.

Sorrows fall in indiscriminate, vile rays.
Yet finding joy 'mid that terrible shower,
I will continue living anyway.

While I tremble, my resolve with fear flay'd,
And am in the reach of earthly power,
Because I cannot face my death today,
I will continue living anyway.