What is life but a trance?
It begins high-pitched
screaming, naked of opinion
but calms down.
For a while, it repetitively cries
laughs, poops
then grows into a bigger story.
The story-telling is the longest part,
takes up almost the entire trance
and near the end it gets repetitive.
What's beautiful,
and I mean truly beautiful,
is when hope is lost, you can rely on the normal.
And when you're too bored,
it will change near the end.
Everything will be set right
centered.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Incomplete
I never thought this kind of want would be normal for me.
The thought of you is so often that the absence of it is what is irregular.
The thought of you is so often that the absence of it is what is irregular.
Proof
Prove to me your superiority
prove I am base to you
prove your ability to do things I can't
and if you do, prove it's because you're a man.
What about me is so much lesser than you?
The fact that you want me should make me bigger
Explain to me why you should be allowed to break into this house, this body, this heart.
prove I am base to you
prove your ability to do things I can't
and if you do, prove it's because you're a man.
What about me is so much lesser than you?
The fact that you want me should make me bigger
Explain to me why you should be allowed to break into this house, this body, this heart.
Sunburn
Right when I admit what I've feared to admit for so long,
that's when you get me;
that's when you literally cut up my chest in a sloppy manner and steal my heart.
And you don't crush it, you don't break it
but you take an ax-shaped scalpel and destroy it
right as I allow my vulnerabilities come about.
Maybe it's because we both want each other so much
yet you can control yourself
you can follow your rules, your morals.
You use your head, you make sense.
Why make sense of this?
I love you.
that's when you get me;
that's when you literally cut up my chest in a sloppy manner and steal my heart.
And you don't crush it, you don't break it
but you take an ax-shaped scalpel and destroy it
right as I allow my vulnerabilities come about.
Maybe it's because we both want each other so much
yet you can control yourself
you can follow your rules, your morals.
You use your head, you make sense.
Why make sense of this?
I love you.
Shade
It may be for just a moment,
a moment none-the-less,
but at this precise moment,
as you hold your arm around my waist
and pull me towards you before I play hard to get,
when you pull hairs off my glossed lips in preparation for one kiss
which turns into a hundred,
this moment where I desire to be one with you
and you desire the same,
I love you.
Those three words which caused me so much stress,
can be heard through your kisses;
they tell me your feelings,
tell me your past, your secrets, your public announcements.
so for this moment, I love you more than I thought possible.
For this moment, I forget any complications the word love can bring.
And I remember the simplicity love can entail.
For this moment, future doesn't exist because the present kisses
convince me that they'll last forever.
I may not feel this way tomorrow,
but this precise moment is conquered by my heart
which can only say those three words.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
a moment none-the-less,
but at this precise moment,
as you hold your arm around my waist
and pull me towards you before I play hard to get,
when you pull hairs off my glossed lips in preparation for one kiss
which turns into a hundred,
this moment where I desire to be one with you
and you desire the same,
I love you.
Those three words which caused me so much stress,
can be heard through your kisses;
they tell me your feelings,
tell me your past, your secrets, your public announcements.
so for this moment, I love you more than I thought possible.
For this moment, I forget any complications the word love can bring.
And I remember the simplicity love can entail.
For this moment, future doesn't exist because the present kisses
convince me that they'll last forever.
I may not feel this way tomorrow,
but this precise moment is conquered by my heart
which can only say those three words.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Clouds
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a neoclassical painting.
There are so many colors and they're so extreme.
The clouds don't move until a slight wind pushes my hair back.
They are my favorite things here, the clouds; they know all the stories.
They guide and guard us and I'll always feel safe then the sky is crowded.
I love the cotton-like textures that could be punctured with just a needle.
I love how they could just dissolve in my mouth and hydrate me.
I love that any shape can be made with just one.
I love how they look like felt pearls.
There are so many colors and they're so extreme.
The clouds don't move until a slight wind pushes my hair back.
They are my favorite things here, the clouds; they know all the stories.
They guide and guard us and I'll always feel safe then the sky is crowded.
I love the cotton-like textures that could be punctured with just a needle.
I love how they could just dissolve in my mouth and hydrate me.
I love that any shape can be made with just one.
I love how they look like felt pearls.
Guilt
When will the guilt of knowledge go away?
Why must I punish myself for other people's mistakes?
I did nothing wrong, did not disobey
I kept myself safe
yet I still feel in danger.
Your problems become mine
and it's all circular.
My worry upsets you,
and you upset worries me.
So I feel guilt for causing worries
when really it's you whose worries are full of guilt.
Why must I punish myself for other people's mistakes?
I did nothing wrong, did not disobey
I kept myself safe
yet I still feel in danger.
Your problems become mine
and it's all circular.
My worry upsets you,
and you upset worries me.
So I feel guilt for causing worries
when really it's you whose worries are full of guilt.
I need time, please let me be
let me stay here, be content
waves will pass by me
but the ocean will stay
while the foam slowly breaks away.
I need time, please let me rest
let me remain silent, be pensive
posters come and go
but the wall is always there
while the wallpaper degrassively tears.
I need time, just let me sit
let me stay here, safe and sound
the minute and second hands could break
the numbers my fade
but time could be told with just the Shade.
let me stay here, be content
waves will pass by me
but the ocean will stay
while the foam slowly breaks away.
I need time, please let me rest
let me remain silent, be pensive
posters come and go
but the wall is always there
while the wallpaper degrassively tears.
I need time, just let me sit
let me stay here, safe and sound
the minute and second hands could break
the numbers my fade
but time could be told with just the Shade.
Choice 2
Don't pick a whiner, don't pick one strong
don't pick a short one, neither one too long
don't set yourself up for pain
like walking into the rain
you'll just get sick
you'll get regretful
but never will you be regretful.
don't pick a short one, neither one too long
don't set yourself up for pain
like walking into the rain
you'll just get sick
you'll get regretful
but never will you be regretful.
Choice
Eenie meenie miny moe
if he's eenie, let him go
if he's meenie, just don't show.
I hope he's mighty, hope he's moe
better ready to lay down low
this is how I pick my beau
eenie meenie miny moe.
if he's eenie, let him go
if he's meenie, just don't show.
I hope he's mighty, hope he's moe
better ready to lay down low
this is how I pick my beau
eenie meenie miny moe.
Security
I don't mean to make you feel this way but I am,
just by simply being me.
I approach others, you want to but are afraid.
Afraid of rejection, which I'm not because I've survived it
from the biggest male figure any girl could have.
I know rejection isn't fatal
and I know it's not fun.
It just is.
I feel guilty for upsetting you by being myself,
but I love that openness people feel with me
and I have no desire to change that.
I know and love you and your personality
but it's unfortunate that you don't.
just by simply being me.
I approach others, you want to but are afraid.
Afraid of rejection, which I'm not because I've survived it
from the biggest male figure any girl could have.
I know rejection isn't fatal
and I know it's not fun.
It just is.
I feel guilty for upsetting you by being myself,
but I love that openness people feel with me
and I have no desire to change that.
I know and love you and your personality
but it's unfortunate that you don't.
Cappuccino
In a cappuccino is the sky and the dirt.
A cloudy day, but the dark cloud which watered the dirt is now gone
Leaving mud.
As human kind sips away
at its beauty, less is left.
As goes life, the cup can
and will always refill
by the maker.
The foamy clouds blown away
and the dirt replaced by the cup's bottom.
For that, those who know
how to make the best cappuccinos are the Italians.
Perfect clouds, perfect soil
and just sweet enough.
A cloudy day, but the dark cloud which watered the dirt is now gone
Leaving mud.
As human kind sips away
at its beauty, less is left.
As goes life, the cup can
and will always refill
by the maker.
The foamy clouds blown away
and the dirt replaced by the cup's bottom.
For that, those who know
how to make the best cappuccinos are the Italians.
Perfect clouds, perfect soil
and just sweet enough.
Whats the difference between two countries' buses?
They sound, smell, look and feel the same.
Maybe some different technology but still, altogether similar:
they get you, the public, both citizens and visitors, to a destination.
Don't they?
It is said that life is not about the destination but the journey.
When taken literally, no.
It's about location, different that destination.
Destination implies fate, destiny, an end, and a true journey is never-ending.
But location, location is the existence of an ongoing time in an ongoing place.
Location is never-ending; someone is always located somewhere.
So the difference is where you are; not where you'll be and not where you've been.
They sound, smell, look and feel the same.
Maybe some different technology but still, altogether similar:
they get you, the public, both citizens and visitors, to a destination.
Don't they?
It is said that life is not about the destination but the journey.
When taken literally, no.
It's about location, different that destination.
Destination implies fate, destiny, an end, and a true journey is never-ending.
But location, location is the existence of an ongoing time in an ongoing place.
Location is never-ending; someone is always located somewhere.
So the difference is where you are; not where you'll be and not where you've been.
Observe
My hair, my skin, my pores
my arms, my hands, my fingers
my legs, my calves, my feet, my toes
my nails, my thighs, my elbows
draw me with your eyes
draw me with your thoughts
draw me in with your eyes
draw me in with your thoughts
I'm drawn by your words
but I'll ad the colors
with the paint; my opinion
observe my movements, my gestures
my handwriting, my eating
watch me while I watch a movie
observe me as I am
listen to my words
pay attention to me
or there'll be nothing left to observe.
my arms, my hands, my fingers
my legs, my calves, my feet, my toes
my nails, my thighs, my elbows
draw me with your eyes
draw me with your thoughts
draw me in with your eyes
draw me in with your thoughts
I'm drawn by your words
but I'll ad the colors
with the paint; my opinion
observe my movements, my gestures
my handwriting, my eating
watch me while I watch a movie
observe me as I am
listen to my words
pay attention to me
or there'll be nothing left to observe.
Monday, June 20, 2011
AY
not straight, not curly
not fashioned, not unthought of
two of the many contradictions
you could ever represent
you're beautiful yet intelligent
but still you are social
introverted, extroverted, they're all the same
when it comes to you
your skin, unique makes you glow
short eyelashed make your eyes pop out
how can you say you're not precious?
I could put you in my pocket
and try my hardest to make you happy
because that's what you do for me
without knowing, your happiness fulfills me
and it's genuine because you don't know
not fashioned, not unthought of
two of the many contradictions
you could ever represent
you're beautiful yet intelligent
but still you are social
introverted, extroverted, they're all the same
when it comes to you
your skin, unique makes you glow
short eyelashed make your eyes pop out
how can you say you're not precious?
I could put you in my pocket
and try my hardest to make you happy
because that's what you do for me
without knowing, your happiness fulfills me
and it's genuine because you don't know
Piaccere
Your strange eyes meet mine but look away,
do you ever wonder what you would say
if I walked up to you and straight-up asked
what is your story? What is your past?
What is your future or do you not look ahead?
in the past year, how many tears have you shed?
how many nosebleeds that have made you red?
how many lollipops that have deadly lead?
Do you believe in love or are you rationally-minded?
if the latter, do you believe love could be blinded?
When did you last have sex?
or thought of tyranesaurus rex?
do you see yourself as calm
or are you an exploding bomb?
So why look away when our strange eyes meet?
our dynamic shouldn't remain a blank canvas sheet.
Look back at my eyes and ask me who I am
and I promise I'll tell you all that I can.
do you ever wonder what you would say
if I walked up to you and straight-up asked
what is your story? What is your past?
What is your future or do you not look ahead?
in the past year, how many tears have you shed?
how many nosebleeds that have made you red?
how many lollipops that have deadly lead?
Do you believe in love or are you rationally-minded?
if the latter, do you believe love could be blinded?
When did you last have sex?
or thought of tyranesaurus rex?
do you see yourself as calm
or are you an exploding bomb?
So why look away when our strange eyes meet?
our dynamic shouldn't remain a blank canvas sheet.
Look back at my eyes and ask me who I am
and I promise I'll tell you all that I can.
Calm
Stop, drop, breathe.
Hear the bells, smell the smells,
have some faith in the human race,
don't live a lie, just live a lot.
I don't think you should have though
so much about time, just let the sun shine.
Stop walking, stop talking
just stop, drop, and breathe.
Where's the fire or are you a liar?
You shouldn't worry so please don't hurry
life is what you make it, fast or slow,
it should be fun, I hope you know.
So stop, drop and breathe
when the flames get higher
because your breath's an extinguisher
to get rid of that fire.
Hear the bells, smell the smells,
have some faith in the human race,
don't live a lie, just live a lot.
I don't think you should have though
so much about time, just let the sun shine.
Stop walking, stop talking
just stop, drop, and breathe.
Where's the fire or are you a liar?
You shouldn't worry so please don't hurry
life is what you make it, fast or slow,
it should be fun, I hope you know.
So stop, drop and breathe
when the flames get higher
because your breath's an extinguisher
to get rid of that fire.
What I Love About Siena
-talking to strangers isn't strange
- you aren't the first to do anything
-sitting down hours at a time is common
-the antiquity and modern styles put together would confuse an American architect
-the diverse styles
-easy access
-you can get lost but still know where you are
- you're expected to get fat at 45
-the men are bold and have no fear
- there's magnum ice cream (phallically-shaped)
- they have pene pasta
- the men love and respect their mothers
-AMAZING NOSES (eye-candy!)
- you're sure to find home-made everything
- everyone goes out every night
- every hand gesture means something different
- there are no sidewalks or roads but there are people and cars
-every nonna is your nonna
- smiles are contagious. All feelings are because here, everyone feels something.
- even the scaffoldings look ancient
-it's not a whole other planet
- you aren't the first to do anything
-sitting down hours at a time is common
-the antiquity and modern styles put together would confuse an American architect
-the diverse styles
-easy access
-you can get lost but still know where you are
- you're expected to get fat at 45
-the men are bold and have no fear
- there's magnum ice cream (phallically-shaped)
- they have pene pasta
- the men love and respect their mothers
-AMAZING NOSES (eye-candy!)
- you're sure to find home-made everything
- everyone goes out every night
- every hand gesture means something different
- there are no sidewalks or roads but there are people and cars
-every nonna is your nonna
- smiles are contagious. All feelings are because here, everyone feels something.
- even the scaffoldings look ancient
-it's not a whole other planet
Look Around
I never knew how many shades of green there were, or how purple can appear green so easily.
Against the blue sky, it appears as a canvas, a painting with 3D effects.
And all the beige, taupe, mauve, pale yellow, dark white, light grey, pink bricks which make up the cozy homes
add to a photographer's most beautiful dream.
I sit across from a golden door
across from a rare breed of fuschia flowers and white ones too on my pink and brown cushion
which both seem to look the same.
Everything here is equal;
everyone here is equal:
green ramp; black, white, tan, red-tiled floor; people; tourists; you; me; him; and her.
Against the blue sky, it appears as a canvas, a painting with 3D effects.
And all the beige, taupe, mauve, pale yellow, dark white, light grey, pink bricks which make up the cozy homes
add to a photographer's most beautiful dream.
I sit across from a golden door
across from a rare breed of fuschia flowers and white ones too on my pink and brown cushion
which both seem to look the same.
Everything here is equal;
everyone here is equal:
green ramp; black, white, tan, red-tiled floor; people; tourists; you; me; him; and her.
When in Siena
Being a tourist isn't only about the shopping
be a tourist! follow the signs that direct you towards a swarm of crowds
As the natives in your pitiful accents where il "Dom-o" is
or the "Pizza de camp-o"
Should it matter?
You're there to view the incredulous ancient story-telling broken bits of battles fought:
the sights.
Be a tourist! Wear your crocs, but if you want to be cultural or you want to meet new people,
wear your confidence like you would a Gucci bag:
with pride.
be a tourist! follow the signs that direct you towards a swarm of crowds
As the natives in your pitiful accents where il "Dom-o" is
or the "Pizza de camp-o"
Should it matter?
You're there to view the incredulous ancient story-telling broken bits of battles fought:
the sights.
Be a tourist! Wear your crocs, but if you want to be cultural or you want to meet new people,
wear your confidence like you would a Gucci bag:
with pride.
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