A platonic love or a crush can break a heart,
or just scratch it?
P.S. I have the Ninja Llama!!!!
His rain songI took all I could
The rain held me captive
forced wet hair into my eyes
heavy like a blanket
left me in this sweet trance
I needed nothing more
I listened to his song
and let the rain beat down.
Let me runI was running. I’m always running in my dreams. I can go fast and far without ever getting tired. I sprint through fields, through my neighborhood, into unknown cities where shining buildings touch the sky. Sometimes, in some dreams, everything oozes, my strides are in slow motion like I’m running underwater. I’m being chased usually, although I never look back to check. I just run and I don’t stop.
I’m awake now, though barely. In that first haze of awareness I blink, a memory of running surfaces. The dream calls me back, luring me in with the memory of a warm, summer rain- running barefoot through a mess of flower beds. It was so vivid, so surreal but fun. I chased that dream until a loud clap of thunder kept anymore sleep at bay.
I’m awake now, for sure. Rain beats hard against the window and the wind is howling up a storm. My eyes are open. I’m alert. When I try to move though...I can’t.
Can’t move. Can
hushi'm done wishing
on shooting stars, and
i want to be done with you:
i'll let dust settle
on my telescope,
let dust settle in
my throat, my lungs.
twist your fingers through
my vocal cords,
press your palm to
my lips and tell me, hush
don't wish on things
falling too fast
to hear you
maybe i'll wish
they are quiet houses
for muted ghosts, though
more alive than you
have ever been.
i'll let you
pull me under,
paint my eyes
with salt, blind me
so you can murmur, shh
even dead things
can be beautiful
read this when you're so angry you shakelittle drops of oil make rainbows on wet concrete
and i don’t know how beautiful you find that,
but sometimes you gotta learn that
the littlest things are the prettiest,
like the shape of your fingernails and the crinkles
you get at the corner of your eyes when you laugh and
when you grow old and i know i said “grow old”
like it’s a temporary thing, but that’s because it is.
you can think it’s forever but it’s really
a split second because you don’t matter, not when
the universe is still growing and speeding through a nothingness
we can’t even fathom, not when color doesn’t exist in space
but nebulas still explode in shades of gold and green,
not when there are stars who die
before their light ever touches our faces. you don’t matter,
not to anyone but the people who have fallen in love
with the way you walk and the way you breathe
and the way you keep doing both.
i don’t care that the universe is spinning and grow
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.
Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.
It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.
Being selfish as an adult is normal.
Get dirty. Stop taking everything
so seriously. You’re going to die.
Don’t worry, everybody does it.
Don’t fall in love, love is not a hole
to fall into. Run into love, headfirst.
Bite your tongue until
you can taste the word no.
Give away your secrets under a pseudonym
for someone else to sell.
Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,
realize tuition rates doubled.
Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.
Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.
Find God in an alleyway.
Lose God like a set of keys.
Die and be reborn as a memory.
Die and be reborn as an afterthought.
Die and be forgotten.
InsideI watched my best friend die.
It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with b
BetrayalEvery day the same old lies,
That cut and sever weakened ties,
Of bonds that were never meant to be,
Just drowning in an endless sea.
Of strangers in a faceless crowd.
It's because of you,
Now I hope you're proud.
Of what you did to this now tainted soul.
Beaten, broken, swallowed whole,
By the darkness invited to envelop my being.
They always say that believing is seeing.
But I guess that's just it,
you see my forced smile.
After all it's been plastered on my face for awhile.
But is it too late? I don't really know.
But the longer I sit here,
The more darkness will grow.
Am I too far gone? Is there no hope?
Will I keep slipping down this bottomless slope?
Do you see now what you have done?
I give up...now you have won.
I'm trapped, enslaved in this dark empty trance.
I say I am fine...
But will you risk that chance?
Alguna vez“¿Alguna vez?”
Amo el perderme tras mis cortas pisadas
Mi flirteo con las lluvias pequeñas y cansadas
El romance con los fríos, y profundos suspiros
Con el feliz andar dando tumbos
De la calma tan profunda que brinda
Del Ser yo, y no saber más nada
Sin carta en mano para protestar
No pertenecer, no participar, solo habitar
La amarga resaca de mi alegría
Es la común, y casi innegable agonía
De mil otros hombres que no ven el día
Cuya pobre existencia es transitoria
Uno se encuentra con el desmedido miedo
Al aparecer en casual y rutinario caminado
Colmado de un muy sincero contento
Y luego parar todo en ese momento
Parar de amar a la vida es mi único miedo
¿Alguna vez te hablé de ello?