I'll do this forever
my always
my key
my universe
My only request:
we will not
be afraid
of stardust
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Monday, May 20, 2019
Tower Moment
I'm scared of the words that will come out of my mouth
because those words would mean
life will become
better than a fantasy.
I'm breaking out of the ruble—
your rays beaming through the rocks
to what I'm seeing
I'm believing
because those words would mean
life will become
better than a fantasy.
I'm breaking out of the ruble—
your rays beaming through the rocks
my eyes can now catch up to my heart
to what I'm seeing
I'm believing
Monday, April 8, 2019
Do I Need Help
The old and familiar
has encroached upon my chest.
One
two
three.
Breathe out
cry out
erase all doubt.
I challenge my shadows
to find shade in the closet.
One
two
three.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
I can breathe.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Binary
I'm facing a fact;
the heat from the sun
can't be covered by clouds.
An insight so clear
my rushing tears
unveil the truth
eclipsing my being.
My body is my body,
my heart is my heart,
my dreams are my dreams.
So tell me,
why is this body
not the one staring back at me?
I face the reflection
in wonder—
what is my soul trying to embody?
I exist in a figure
who's nobody
and everybody.
Still,
the heat from the sun
can't be covered by clouds.
An insight so clear
my rushing tears
unveil the truth
eclipsing my being.
My body is my body,
my heart is my heart,
my dreams are my dreams.
So tell me,
why is this body
not the one staring back at me?
I face the reflection
in wonder—
what is my soul trying to embody?
I exist in a figure
who's nobody
and everybody.
Still,
I beg for the truth;
what does my skin seek to shelter?
Words
wrestle with my tongue—
my body, my body,
spectrum of universal code.
Words
wrestle with my tongue—
my body, my body,
spectrum of universal code.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
The Sentiment Today
A squeeze to the chest,
And obstructed tear ducts—
It's a battle of who'll burst first.
Cause—daydreams, by which I'm coerced.
Erase every glance,
every touch, every laugh.
An illusion to the future I must learn to mistrust.
A delusion of love evoked to leave my heart crushed.
Waging war with intuition,
stirs blind faith into suspicion.
A flicker of light and heart palpitations—
Trepidation built on ambiguous sensations.
Waging war with intuition,
stirs blind faith into suspicion.
A flicker of light and heart palpitations—
Trepidation built on ambiguous sensations.
These are the words carefully decided.
For love unrequited, so my soul's reignited.
Please know, a life without you is least desirable.
So let me leave now before I believe,
before I believe a life we're destined to misconceive.
For love unrequited, so my soul's reignited.
Please know, a life without you is least desirable.
So let me leave now before I believe,
before I believe a life we're destined to misconceive.
Sunday, January 7, 2018
Mere Images Mirroring
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Whether you knew if it'd give me strength was not your intention.
Willful woes of your waning heart
willed me to wanderlust.
Your staunch scorns seared a surge of supremacy onto my soul,
swaying me to sovereignty.
Cascades of contempt
catalyzing a contender.
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Your words, your views;
it's what I feared in myself.
Regression based on your unconscious projection,
will not be my transgression.
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Whether you knew if it'd give me strength was not your intention.
Willful woes of your waning heart
willed me to wanderlust.
Your staunch scorns seared a surge of supremacy onto my soul,
swaying me to sovereignty.
Cascades of contempt
catalyzing a contender.
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Your words, your views;
it's what I feared in myself.
Regression based on your unconscious projection,
will not be my transgression.
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Thursday, January 4, 2018
Digging to Learn
Reading between the lines
between the struggle
the sorrow.
Dig deep, young love
because you're dying to thrive.
Don't sell your soul short this time.
Dig deep, young love
because you're dying to thrive.
Don't sell your soul short this time.
Monday, January 1, 2018
Generally Speaking
My voice is quivering.
Tonight, I will not flatter my frustration.
I'm ready to shout,
but the words won't come out.
Can you feel it?
Every trace of indecision
guides us to a prolonged position.
Tonight, I will not flatter my frustration.
Instead, I'll follow the beckon shinning down,
ignore the static code,
because this is my only road.
Friday, December 22, 2017
Semicircles
In some roundabout way,
what I'm trying to say...
This has always been my intention,
to know love can transcend any condition.
Could I be any more clear?
We'll stand the test of time, my dear.
We've wasted too much time in fear.
Now more than ever,
I see the mission to complete.
To conquer life's indisputable feat.
To come full circle,
love myself, life eternal.
As two become one,
the world receives our transmission:
"Even if we know what we've won,
the fight must go on."
what I'm trying to say...
This has always been my intention,
to know love can transcend any condition.
Could I be any more clear?
We'll stand the test of time, my dear.
We've wasted too much time in fear.
Now more than ever,
I see the mission to complete.
To conquer life's indisputable feat.
To come full circle,
love myself, life eternal.
As two become one,
the world receives our transmission:
"Even if we know what we've won,
the fight must go on."
Monday, December 4, 2017
Letters to Fantasize
It's not uncommon for the drafts to float around in my head,
and if only I could find the one that tells me:
"It's okay to go there for a while, but come back to it quick,
because the sun is setting sooner than we thought."
and if only I could find the one that tells me:
"It's okay to go there for a while, but come back to it quick,
because the sun is setting sooner than we thought."
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Believing Lies
These eyes
search for all the faces in the paint.
Dancing with faint figures, loosely twisting in the breeze
my eyes, betray me.
Then my eyes
struggle to erase dark images.
Leering with intention, towering over my eyes
are lies to remind me;
don't always believe your eyes.
search for all the faces in the paint.
Dancing with faint figures, loosely twisting in the breeze
my eyes, betray me.
Then my eyes
struggle to erase dark images.
Leering with intention, towering over my eyes
are lies to remind me;
don't always believe your eyes.
Friday, May 19, 2017
Quasi-psychosis
Why don't you stay
why don't you stay
why don't you stay
back.
What did I say
what did I say
take two steps back.
Because I know someday
you won't defend my attack,
throw my life of its track,
then say goodbye to your
insomniac.
Nymphomaniac.
Type of maniac.
why don't you stay
why don't you stay
back.
What did I say
what did I say
take two steps back.
Because I know someday
you won't defend my attack,
throw my life of its track,
then say goodbye to your
insomniac.
Nymphomaniac.
Type of maniac.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Withstanding
How did I become so brave?
Can I build any more resilience?
Can I build any more resilience?
Who am I kidding?
Behind every crook is a coward.
Such a fool to think I'm any different.
Such a fool to think I'm any different.
Such a fool to think I'm any less.
Such a fool to think I can't change.
Wake up, brain!
Sustain, refrain, secure, and endure.
Reject, affect, and remember what you're living for
Reject, affect, and remember what you're living for
I hate to have to beg, but I want more.
Because remember, I swore
Please believe me, we'll soar.
This is not a battle to ignore.
This is not a battle to ignore.
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Lo Siento Mija
Remember when my apologies weren't good enough?
Well, now I'm just learning to pick up the pieces.
So now's not the time for sorry.
You're too late in accepting my pain.
Let that be a message to the rest of you.
I know you feel like she left you too;
for a man that made our lives taboo.
Nearly impossible to get through.
So I deserve respect, where respect is due.
I'll be the one to listen to you.
As long as you promise you'll tune in too—
in to all the time I spend being blue.
Well, now I'm just learning to pick up the pieces.
So now's not the time for sorry.
You're too late in accepting my pain.
Let that be a message to the rest of you.
I know you feel like she left you too;
for a man that made our lives taboo.
Nearly impossible to get through.
So I deserve respect, where respect is due.
I'll be the one to listen to you.
As long as you promise you'll tune in too—
in to all the time I spend being blue.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
A Reason to Cry
My eyes soak up the rising sun between the trees.
My ears tune into the Steller Jay's sweet song.
But my body, my body stays frozen,
tense and despondent.
My tears evaporate from the heat of my blood.
And my mind, my mind fights erosion,
fierce and transcendent.
My ears tune into the Steller Jay's sweet song.
But my body, my body stays frozen,
tense and despondent.
My tears evaporate from the heat of my blood.
And my mind, my mind fights erosion,
fierce and transcendent.
Monday, April 17, 2017
Counting Losses
This illness has created a lot of situations to learn from.
I will figure it out. Meanwhile, it maintains to be a bumpy road.
It seems as though, I will always have to do something extra to preserve normalcy.
However, order never fully imprints,
because in the shadows of my brain
are dried up pieces formed into caves
due to chemical deficiencies.
I will figure it out. Meanwhile, it maintains to be a bumpy road.
It seems as though, I will always have to do something extra to preserve normalcy.
However, order never fully imprints,
because in the shadows of my brain
are dried up pieces formed into caves
due to chemical deficiencies.
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Me too
Before I could blink, she was back in my life again.
This time she said, "I love you."
I don't think I'll hold myself back this time.
This time she said, "I love you."
I don't think I'll hold myself back this time.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Saturday, March 4, 2017
To Whom it May Concern:
If only my heart could break from the hell you'll create to feel a life you'll never have.
Could you cut the last string?
I have a weak constitution.
Could you cut the last string?
I have a weak constitution.
Not Too Normal
Right now, I'm trying to grasp how much power a few pills can have. Pills kill people, or at least they can make us feel like we want to die.
Pills are the ex-lover I fight not to call or write anymore so that I can be happy again. And they're right, I need them more than they need me, and sometimes that thought soothes my mind. I question if an average life is worth trying new pills and getting over my old lover.
So maybe the quantitative argument is that science can't be right this time. The fact is, maybe there can be no fact about someone's mind. Scientists can keep trying to understand neurotransmitters, but something as complex as the human brain, even more so the universe just might not need to be explained, but felt. The answer is simple, through faith, we will seek understanding, not science.
Now how do I tell this to my doctor as my reason for not wanting to pills again? How do I weigh the options of which one will kill me slower so I can stay a minute longer in the end?
Pills are the ex-lover I fight not to call or write anymore so that I can be happy again. And they're right, I need them more than they need me, and sometimes that thought soothes my mind. I question if an average life is worth trying new pills and getting over my old lover.
So maybe the quantitative argument is that science can't be right this time. The fact is, maybe there can be no fact about someone's mind. Scientists can keep trying to understand neurotransmitters, but something as complex as the human brain, even more so the universe just might not need to be explained, but felt. The answer is simple, through faith, we will seek understanding, not science.
Now how do I tell this to my doctor as my reason for not wanting to pills again? How do I weigh the options of which one will kill me slower so I can stay a minute longer in the end?
Monday, February 27, 2017
Knowledge is Power
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding,
in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6.'
in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6.'
Is this true knowledge?
A greater understanding than myself?
Who do we think we are,
going against the grain?
Why do we praise demons?
If everybody's placing bets,
whispering, "who do you think will win?"
they must know our weakness
because those whispers always lead to sin.
Let's all get wasted;
we'll release the beast within.
Just don't lose faith, girl; he'll calm the rage again.
You must now trust him
and have a greater understanding than yourself.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Full Circle
Scars won't let me forget,
and maybe that was your plan.
Time has not healed your failure to break the cycle.
You're keeping up with the Jones',
because you couldn't beat 'em, so why not join 'em?
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Your Baby Girl
My eyes shatter in the mirror,
as your fingers twirl through my hair.
White knuckles rest between my knees;
the only vision to cloud my memories.
I'll scream; run to your bedroom door,
until your threats glue me to the floor.
I can't take
another day
of not knowing who you are!
of not knowing who you are!
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Conscience
Sorry, little baby,
you couldn't say a word.
Your mama and your daddy
didn't know what they'd be missing.
And if I die, before I wake,
I pray to see
those brown eyes,
your dark hair,
crooked teeth,
knobby knees,
and the hands that will forgive me.
you couldn't say a word.
Your mama and your daddy
didn't know what they'd be missing.
And if I die, before I wake,
I pray to see
those brown eyes,
your dark hair,
crooked teeth,
knobby knees,
and the hands that will forgive me.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Conversions
I don't have a topic, but on times in forced solitude, I feel the passion for writing like I once had.
It's a struggle. I don't get enough of this to even call it a practice I partake.
All I have are the clicks and settling of this crumbling hangar. To screw, nut and bolt my way through this four-year sentence.
I feel so dry, the dust has caked to my glasses. Fuck, and it's flowing through my bloodstreams.
The gallons of words spewing from my mouth, cannot be measured in ounces.
It's a struggle. I don't get enough of this to even call it a practice I partake.
All I have are the clicks and settling of this crumbling hangar. To screw, nut and bolt my way through this four-year sentence.
I feel so dry, the dust has caked to my glasses. Fuck, and it's flowing through my bloodstreams.
The gallons of words spewing from my mouth, cannot be measured in ounces.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
The Way Your Body Hooks Around Mine
It must be the way...
Now I won't rest without you intertwined.
Now I'll look both ways.
Now I can't smile if yours is missing.
Now I won't rest without you intertwined.
Now I'll look both ways.
Now I can't smile if yours is missing.
Siempre Something
I must say, it's a little hard to swallow.
The worlds I have distanced myself into
I'm suffocating.
I have to tell the truth, I love my man. I love myself, but I'm losing it to anger.
I can't seem to separate the incompetence of these fools, and the love I used to have.
Somewhere I lost the ability to be civilized.
Those rights I fight for— the justice served.
The freedom I live for is being swallowed by my boss.
With every penny is my acceptance to the grand demise.
The aches and pains of my morals entice my anxiety.
I've sat here for six hours, living in the past.
It's sick.
I fought addiction, saved myself with hands to hold me up.
I loved the world, and it loved me.
I saw the better outcome; had hope.
I had control of my woeful life.
I chose to protect my hands, in turn, their touch faded.
I can't plan for the way out anymore when I've already conquered larger battles.
This game
where I paddle to the end
it has too many undercurrents.
I'm melting with commitment issues.
Fuck the hand that feeds me!
I'm sick with making the best mistake of my life.
The worlds I have distanced myself into
I'm suffocating.
I have to tell the truth, I love my man. I love myself, but I'm losing it to anger.
I can't seem to separate the incompetence of these fools, and the love I used to have.
Somewhere I lost the ability to be civilized.
Those rights I fight for— the justice served.
The freedom I live for is being swallowed by my boss.
With every penny is my acceptance to the grand demise.
The aches and pains of my morals entice my anxiety.
I've sat here for six hours, living in the past.
It's sick.
I fought addiction, saved myself with hands to hold me up.
I loved the world, and it loved me.
I saw the better outcome; had hope.
I had control of my woeful life.
I chose to protect my hands, in turn, their touch faded.
I can't plan for the way out anymore when I've already conquered larger battles.
This game
where I paddle to the end
it has too many undercurrents.
I'm melting with commitment issues.
Fuck the hand that feeds me!
I'm sick with making the best mistake of my life.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Expressing Happiness
So I'm here to say at this very moment
I miss you
and at any moment
I don't want to...
I'm writing this in love.
Sending this in hate.
Ending it for eternal sunshine.
I miss you
and at any moment
I don't want to...
I'm writing this in love.
Sending this in hate.
Ending it for eternal sunshine.
Friday, May 24, 2013
If Anything Could Stay Frozen
The cold would never soak through my skin.
Shivers wouldn't keep my eyes peeled at night.
And you'd still be stuck to me,
instead of the rock, we left you to melt on.
Shivers wouldn't keep my eyes peeled at night.
And you'd still be stuck to me,
instead of the rock, we left you to melt on.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
A Motion Picture
Could we be here, in a moving window pane?
It's a rolling scene and what's ahead and behind isn't seen.
You're all I'll ever see.
It's a rolling scene and what's ahead and behind isn't seen.
You're all I'll ever see.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Counting
I can't seem to find myself getting away from any sort of time.
Not a day marked off a calendar
or a watch to wear,
but every constraint is there.
I cannot count the days I've loved you,
the moments we've shared
or the years we have.
let us get out of here.
Not a day marked off a calendar
or a watch to wear,
but every constraint is there.
I cannot count the days I've loved you,
the moments we've shared
or the years we have.
let us get out of here.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
When Years Reach Seconds
I thought about the time I held back every tear.
I dreamt about the moment you fought for your last breath.
I missed my chance to show you my new world.
I've lost the years that'll only be moments,
flashes,
or seconds.
To blood,
to memories,
to laughs.
Thanks, for my beating heart.
I dreamt about the moment you fought for your last breath.
I missed my chance to show you my new world.
I've lost the years that'll only be moments,
flashes,
or seconds.
To blood,
to memories,
to laughs.
Thanks, for my beating heart.
Monday, December 31, 2012
To Ride or Die
The car was rolling nonstop.
I can't remember when it halted.
Who fell out first...
must've been together.
Gravity scrapped our knees, our backs.
Your face fell off...
the smell, the sight,
I couldn't look away.
You must have sown my eyes shut,
I must have lost my mind.
Now the words I write amount to nothing,
we turned into dust together.
What keeps us intact?
I can't remember when it halted.
Who fell out first...
must've been together.
Gravity scrapped our knees, our backs.
Your face fell off...
the smell, the sight,
I couldn't look away.
You must have sown my eyes shut,
I must have lost my mind.
Now the words I write amount to nothing,
we turned into dust together.
What keeps us intact?
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Where Love is Love
If there is one thing I'm sure of, it's that I love you.
From the deepest, most passionless pit of my heart, I do.
It's finding where love is love.
Where I find myself resting above
on a cloud lined with silver.
The rain has never brought me down...
and you know it.
Words, pieces of puzzles, seeds of life;
you've put it all together
made it beautiful
gave me honor.
If I knew where to find it...
if you find it before me,
I'd only hope the wind wouldn't stop blowing in every direction.
From the deepest, most passionless pit of my heart, I do.
It's finding where love is love.
Where I find myself resting above
on a cloud lined with silver.
The rain has never brought me down...
and you know it.
Words, pieces of puzzles, seeds of life;
you've put it all together
made it beautiful
gave me honor.
If I knew where to find it...
if you find it before me,
I'd only hope the wind wouldn't stop blowing in every direction.
Monday, November 5, 2012
When Air Ignites Fire
Please...
could you swallow the sword you placed in my back?
Could you stop squeezing my heart,
it hurts.
You have it,
I promise.
I know your grip is hard to hold,
believe me,
I know you're getting tired.
It's okay,
you'll still feel every beat without every finger.
could you swallow the sword you placed in my back?
Could you stop squeezing my heart,
it hurts.
You have it,
I promise.
I know your grip is hard to hold,
believe me,
I know you're getting tired.
It's okay,
you'll still feel every beat without every finger.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
More of the Truth
It's happening again...
it must be getting taken.
Someone must be stealing it.
With grace,
with ease,
with tender hands—
my heart is craddled in the chest of a man.
With tears,
with ache,
with lightings quake—
his love will only make me bitter and fake.
How much more truth could one want?
One day, love,
you're gonna be all I wish I never asked for.
it must be getting taken.
Someone must be stealing it.
With grace,
with ease,
with tender hands—
my heart is craddled in the chest of a man.
With tears,
with ache,
with lightings quake—
his love will only make me bitter and fake.
How much more truth could one want?
One day, love,
you're gonna be all I wish I never asked for.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
A Little Love
I've been a little lost.
A bit loveless
and a little shamed.
Spent a few months too long in space.
A lot of too little consumes me.
I can't spit this blood from my mouth.
Proceeded by dusty tears
sandpaper on my lips
splinters in my gums
a pick in my brain
reminiscing how you're fucking terrible.
A bit loveless
and a little shamed.
Spent a few months too long in space.
A lot of too little consumes me.
I can't spit this blood from my mouth.
Proceeded by dusty tears
sandpaper on my lips
splinters in my gums
a pick in my brain
reminiscing how you're fucking terrible.
Monday, August 13, 2012
The Only Ocean
Every wave, every piece of sand,
every floating word;
connected by the winds trot.
I've been slain by every floating leaf,
blown by the sky's breath;
suffocated by the ash of our origin.
Only to love my light head and bleeding sleeve.
Every countless star, every seas reflection,
glimmer misdirection.
There's only one sun, only one moon,
only one you.
every floating word;
connected by the winds trot.
I've been slain by every floating leaf,
blown by the sky's breath;
suffocated by the ash of our origin.
Only to love my light head and bleeding sleeve.
Every countless star, every seas reflection,
glimmer misdirection.
There's only one sun, only one moon,
only one you.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Waltz Beneath
Remember the tiki place?
Like the old backyard
with sand, the pool,
and the grass wrapped around.
Hable, hable con su cuerpo.
Think, think with your hips.
Mi carozon,
no llores, no llores
sólo se mueven.
Like the old backyard
with sand, the pool,
and the grass wrapped around.
Hable, hable con su cuerpo.
Think, think with your hips.
Mi carozon,
no llores, no llores
sólo se mueven.
A World's End
Destruction comes the day I fall for the right person
or vice versa.
It's the day my world meets its end.
In time, with age
upon death
'til I part.
or vice versa.
It's the day my world meets its end.
In time, with age
upon death
'til I part.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
From Scabs to Scars
It must be that thing
you know, where you want to remember everything they do.
The camera won't serve justice,
you know, where you want to remember everything they do.
The camera won't serve justice,
and memories are erased.
Lacerations reignite hope.
So tonight,
patterns will carve into my body
with faith,
Lacerations reignite hope.
So tonight,
patterns will carve into my body
with faith,
I'll learn to heal.
The scars you left aren't big enough.
The scars you left aren't big enough.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
This is Being Lost
I'm tired of seeing your breathtaking views.
I want to enjoy life...
like everyone else.
Stupid shit clouding my mind.
Something, please make sense.
When I find someone faithful
I'll stop losing mine.
I want to enjoy life...
like everyone else.
Stupid shit clouding my mind.
Something, please make sense.
When I find someone faithful
I'll stop losing mine.
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