February 2012
8 posts
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Destruction and Decay
i have destroyed
the vase
the flowers
the canvas
the memories
the notes
the photographs
of our past,
because there is nothing here anymore,
so there should be nothing of yours
in my home.
To better days and different paths
by the time you read this,
I’ll be gone.
and you’ll be fine.
your world without me, will be far less flawed.
but maybe one day you’ll see,
there are no flaws like me.
Brighter Than the Moon
a poem I found quite sweet.
shespeaksyvon:
Every night, with the stars as my audience, I sing your name into the evening air. A soft refrain of seductive syllables that sing themselves back to me in the form of rustling leaves and sterling silver light shows. Your name belongs in all of this midnight beauty, where it can sit in the peace and quiet of an unobtrusive shadow. Most would prefer...
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Memory Strain- an exercise
From yesterday:
I was feeling down. That movie wasn’t very funny—it wasn’t making me feel any better.
I remembered I was supposed to have dinner and drinks with my family.
So I called him to come with me because I didn’t want to face them alone.
The questions.
“What’s up with school? Are you all paid up? Why can’t you do Spring quarter? When will you...
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Words from the Wise-early in the morn
Forgetting
is forgiving yourself
for dwelling-
then moving on.
Words of wisdom.
That is all.
God, if I have to die, you will have to die.: I... →
A fabulous poem from a fabulous friend.
the-world-is-our-coffin:
My dog won’t eat
She just lays around.
I offer her some of my beer,
She turns it down.
I drink,
I’m afforded the luxury.
My dad won’t breathe anymore,
He just stumbles around.
He offered me an addiction,
And I’ve run aground.
He’s sober,
He’s afforded the luxury.
My guitar won’t play,
“I watched the Passion of the Christ and wuz wonderin… if this nigga can heal...”
– good question.
Bennett (via textsfrombennett)
January 2012
11 posts
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Life Takes Time II
It’s not our time;
can’t push things,
force him,
manipulate them.
To create the fate that I want to happen.
The world is turning,
I need not be running,
because it’ll happen;
just not now, because
it’s not our time.
It’s my time.
Not ours, but yours,
and mine,
individually
but gradually things will fall in line,
then yours and mine,
may fall into...
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Late Night Write. because i can.
Obsess.
Excess.
I digress
from the main problem at hand.
Where to begin
when there is never an end.
I digress
from the problem so near,
I fear
because the tarot said this,
yet where is that bliss?
Damn you future teller.
Why you gotta mess with my head?!
I’m going to bed.
When tears run dry
You must try
To find something new
To cry
For,
Before you get bored.
And you’ll realize
It wasn’t worth it for your eyes
Anyway.
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Behind the Bathroom Door
She shut the door behind her. They shut the bedroom door when they were fighting so the children wouldn’t hear. They shut the bathroom door when doing their individual business, but never for any other reason. Doors always remained opened in this house. “There should never be anything to hide, therefore, all doors stay open,” the parents would say.
But today, the stay-at-home-mom, the care...
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When I'm fifty-six
Disclaimer: this story is kinda sad.
Side note: In order to be a writer, you must be willing to embarrass yourself, your friends, and your family, especially. (Sorry guys)
When I was about fifty-six I was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer. My wife was the care-taker, the stay-at-home-mom, the house-wife, the what-you-want-to-call it raise my children while I work, love of my life. Yes, at times...
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December 2011
25 posts
porque debemos escribir todos los dias
porque nos mudamos a este pais
para aprender un lenguaje
no para perder uno.
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Monday bloody Monday
Numb your mind enough
And you end up with
nothing but
Poison
Wrinkles and
Regret.
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Daily Rant
because I like to whine.
I feel trapped
strapped to the feeling of
being held back.
I’m sick of this city,
everything seems so shitty.
Even the sun on my skin
feels like a sin
to be sitting here
in fear
of the future.
Where is the exit?
Where is the entrance?
Just want to dance
to the grand piano
that is my craft.
It all feels like crap
because I didn’t get this job,
...
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Life Taking Time
Pretending
contending to the rules
sitting on stools.
Thinking about life
and money.
Honey is for bees.
Somebody please
restrain the bear.
The glare of the sun
makes it hard to see
where I need to be.
Time and me,
we don’t always agree.
Because I need it now,
but how?
but when?
but where?
The glare
of the sun
sometimes
makes it hard
to bare,
to see,
to be.
Elementary Memories
I was in third grade when I moved to the United States.
I didn’t speak English very well. I was that weird, foreign girl all the boys made fun of (until I hit puberty, of course. Then they overlooked my poor grammar to stare at my slowly emerging breasts. Funny how men work, even at such a young age.)
I was in third grade eating the “weird”, ethnic food my mom packed: rice,...
A Cardiac Vacation
Everyone always looks forward to that
vacation you’ve been working towards all year.
Constantly looking at pictures of
the beach view.
Closing your eyes pretending you can feel
the sand underneath your toes.
You imagine yourself wrapped in the
warmth of the tropical air.
Touched by the sting of that
ever burning sun.
You wait and you wait
for that day.
And then it comes.
But...
November 2011
17 posts
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Because you're supposed to write everyday
Because I’m soffucated
and frustrated
with the monotony-
a lobotomy.
Picking my brain
day after day
it’s all just a pain
waking up
just to
gain
a buck
or two.
What do you do
when it’s all the same
shit
day after shift.
Some people say
“I can’t wait to graduate college”
because they assume
that they’ll bloom
into this success,
after the...
