A bit of modern poetry that can be found on an envelope to... someone

eres el viento, eres el cielo.
muchisìmas gracias para tu sonreir y las estrellitas en tús ojos.
cuando todos ha terminado, tengo una cosita que nadie puede robar.
tengo una memoria y imaginacion ricìsimo.

¡Mira me!
soy la hija de los árboles, rios y calles.
la amiga de terror, felicidad, y tristeza.
esto calle morio muchas noches pasado.
pero, no importa. tengo el sentimiento de tu mano en mio
 hay nuevo sabgre en mis venas, y estoy bien.

estot patético y perdido en sto tranducir de amor
no puedo hacer lo más obvio a tì

year and counting......

a hymn of history passes across the  table in a stream of light from an overhead fluorescent. in a year lives have changed, but it's all irrelevant now. you remind me of a dead duck lying before me on a table. it's feathers and eyes were so beautiful, that i couldn't let it leave my life. but after many rotting months, it's beauty has faded, and i think it's time for me to throw it out. accept the life i had with it, but it was destined to terminate. realization is a wonderful thing, but accepting is an issue of it''s own.



its hard to say goodbye, especially when you know that a hello will never be the same.

me now i'm drunk as hell, and you wont look at me.
 i tried to ask for help, all i got was a melody.
directions are soothing, when your brain is numb,
lets just laugh it off, cos it's all for fun.

but when you played that chord, it all got reversed
we talked of suicide

and our day of birth

let's romanticize this situation
because i'm getting bored with my own ......

                                             Conception of it

apathetic glances

i never thought you realized.
and i still think you don't.
please, can you open up your hand, and reveal your palm.
i want to look, to feel, your humanness, because i cant make any other connection.
it's a burst of pure joy when your body is within that perimeter of sensory.
but you seem unfazed,
you always do.
so i try to do the same.
it's like a contest, who can hide the best,
who is the better actor.
but i  want you to look at me and reactivate that feeling we agreed upon killing.
well, maybe putting it into a coma
but i refuse to reciprocate those subtle glances of genuine kindness
and retaliate with apathetic glances of my own.
because i dont want you to feel that i am weak, or weakened by you.
but i can tell that you already realized...
..........................................................
you intrigue me with a curiosity that i haven't recently experienced.
i want to know how you live, how you could be,
because,
secretly
i want to be you.
you have all i've ever wanted in life
and if i cant be you, i want to be apart of your life.

so if i start to... be awkward and unkind, please realize that it's me trying to not let you break me.
let your mere presence break me.
i have these weird feelings.
i'm a weird person
but if i can honestly say
you amaze me
and if i can confront you
i would have conquered my biggest fear.

but why?


why should i care so much, if i can't even care for myself?
                                                                                                                 but it's not a big deal

                                                                                   i better just be quiet

Good morning Lullabies

good morning, lilikoi. you´ve got me like the drunken morning after a sober night. throwing up those words that i wanted to say. too bad it´s another day. i´ve got three lovers on my mind. one i made up. one who loves me. and one who never will again. each sing me those good morning lullabies.

taking one more step towards the darkness. reeling back when i see the light. kill me again, one more time softly, maybe this time, you´ll get it right.

Homeless, and loveless and everything in between

a photo blog is what brings myself back to me.

drew chessie, i do not know you.

but your work makes me feel alive
http://www.flickr.com/photos/drewcakes/with/5687679124/