Peter Esquivel

Peter Esquivel

Traveler. Surfer. Writer. Explorer. Songwriter.

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Watch It Burn

I built a home/

Only to watch it burn/

I fed the flame/

To quicken the pace/

I got lost in the embers/

As my mind drew a blank/

Then I awake/

Surrounded by ash/

My mind floods with memory/

Of all the things I just erased/

Instant remorse for what I had done/

Yet regret sits lightly in my mind/

Somewhere deep within/

I wouldn’t change a thing/

A lesson I must somehow learn/

The time it took to b...

Another Year

My name gets called to approach the podium.

Applause fills the gymnasium as I rise and begin walking towards the stage.

I take my place behind the microphone.

I look around and see the faces of my peers, eagerly awaiting what I have to say.

The teachers stand on the perimeter, monitoring the stewing chaos.

I breathe in deeply, and say to myself in a whisper,

“Here we go.”


Class of 2009?!?

W...

In Bloom

Every day, I wake up at the stroke of 5

I open my eyes, and rise to greet the day

There is no joy or hate in my method

But a simple need to function and carry on

I allow movement through my limbs in the form of yoga

A quiet melody plays in the background

Bringing a splash of color to an otherwise grey canvas

The coffee maker bubbles

A warm cup of energy and desire awaits

The aroma has grown consu...

Daily Struggle

What should I do today?/

I could be productive, or give myself a much needed break/

The latter would be much needed, but I fear I would curse myself tomorrow/

So if I decided to be productive, in which way shall it be?/

I could focus my time on work, which would result in monetary gain/

Money is nice, but to be honest, a very small concern/

What if I focused more on being creative?/

I could write...

Where Am I?

Everything is dark.

The last thing I remember is a flashing light, and a loud BANG!

I look to my left and move the fingers on my hand.

I’m still alive.

I think everything is okay.

Luckily, the trees helped cushion the impact and slowed our speed before plummeting into the surface.

Our crew is 6.

I look around and everyone is accounted for in their hyper sleep chambers. Vitals appear to be n...

But I Want It

Mommy says I can’t have a cookie before dinner

But I want it

Mommy doesn’t let me play video games until I’ve finished my homework

But I want it

I remember when I was younger, the rules seem to be non existent

Now, there’s a never ending list of things I CAN’T DO

All I want is to do what I please

Maybe I’ll run away and join the circus

Or at least that’s what Mommy says when she’s upset

I don’t ev...

Dear Mum

August 23rd, 2021. 7:45am PST


Dear Mum,

I just wanted to let you know that I have acquired the apartment I was telling you about during our last conversation! It’s right near the water, and a short walk from town. I think you would love it!… except for maybe the stairs. But the high ceilings, and several windows, make for a nice, cozy home. I’ve already hung a few pictures and set up my record p...

Watch It Burn

A beautiful, summer night. The sun is drawing towards the earth, creating an orange glow with specs of purple that casts it’s colour across the trees. The air is still warm, but a slight chill is enough to have wonder whether or not an additional layer could be worn. The sound of waves colliding with the sandy shore creates a natural metronome, a pace controlled by that of Mother Nature. Birds are...

How Are You?

I noticed them crying while I was on my walk… something that I don’t even do often, yet in my own mind, wish I did on the daily. As I start to approach, I realize, this too is something I would not do on the regular. Ask a stranger what is the matter? How do I even begin to ask the question? What will come of this conversation? Will I need to care for them, become their friend, gain their trust? D...

Twenty Years

My morning routine always brings me here

I need to get an americano to get me focused

As I stand in line, the lady in front of me starts yelling

Was she here the whole time?

Or did I simply not notice the stench of alcohol until now

She seems confused, lost, desperate

She looks around the coffee shop, and eventually her gaze meets mine

I know this woman

But not like this

Someone from my past

A lov...