Saturday, April 4, 2009

Faces and Phases
Through this life we go through many phases.
Unable to go through walls we decide to turn back.
Sometimes we go around them or us being powerful and the wall weak we break through with confidence.
As we walk through the path we see many faces, reflections even and eyes looking into eyes.
We're not intimidated very easilly but sometimes fear is all we have. Hold that fear with open arms because that's only what we're destined to have. Holding fear cold bodies we feel welcoming death into our lives. I've been wanting to see that one human who chooses to live rather than die. I've been waiting for someone who wants that too. Our faces going through many phases sometimes bleeding red and at worst times blue is what travels down our faces being tied down to the ground we can't go on. We hold ourselves with our own leash that can't be torn unless we realize that it isn't really there. We're being forced to live free and therefore being oppressed by things so mere like the wind. The green in th elight so strong and growing into the sky. When the world is the the attention of the space above we're still not meant to become self centered. Dust slow covering our knowledge and making it decompose into the past and letting us forget who we're suppossed to be. Pieces are all we have when the fire burns out our houses we were meant to keep organized. Our innocence spilled like blood through the floor it lies and it hardens instead of evaporating. Our hearts becoming black with the smoke of our souls slowly separating itself from our cursed bodies. Possessions only happen when we lack a soul to feel the spirituallity within us. When every message makes sense and every word is the truth we're only searching for the convienence in this life so long and sometimes too short. When in life we need a secretive God which listens to us when we're in the dark rooms doors locked and let the truth come out of us no matter how much pain our silent sincerity brings us we're just stars waiting for our fire to die or burst into more light. Let others learn why stars don't always burn bright but why do stars die slowly and darkly? when we wear the robes of ritiual in the night we recite our creeds to make this life even better for ourselves and let those who don't belong die outside. What makes someone worthy enough to become great? No specific virtue at all except tha lighted Aura in our hearts and body not burning black. Colors that make us so many to name hummanity in average is very gray. Smiles and and frowns more popular than any other emotion poison our lives making us hurt for things which hold no real meaning. Our roots being eaten by the parasites that grow in the ground taking our nutrition and letting our limbs dry out and die. This world me and you have is everything we can ever have and this war in which we fight is for a different reason for all of us. Avenge, attack, destroy, kill, save, protect, live free and enjoy your life while you take part in this game.

Comments (0) | Permalink

Monday, March 30, 2009

Maturity
Every time you speak and give me feelings to feel.
How does that look like though?
When I get feelings I like to hold them and enjoy them while they're there because they leave just like sugar in hot coffee. In moments they dissolve right into you and you only have the memory. Like when you smell the air and it holds a sweet scent that if you're lucky enough you can taste. You understand all my offers and I hope we can negotiate and make you choose the wisest choice. I want way more than what you can see now. As far as you see I still want to take you farther. I want to take you to a place where happiness is there. Where the sun never sets yet it never burns your skin. When the moonlight comes it's only because it's that sort of moment where we wished it be night. No more suffering for us and more experiences so that we can realize what each of our feelings mean. I'm glad you understand... our world is only what we make it to be. Clean, pure and free. Our wishes and dreams will never come true.
Comments (0) | Permalink

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Heavy
Force and this time is putting weight on me.
I can't tell the difference anymore... am I floating or sinking?
The sounds hurting my ears now.. the ringing won't stop. My eyes closed.. I'm so blind to this life now... She writes and I dream She knows it and my memory of me is faint but somewhere I'm still there. Even though I wonder if someday I'll be able to see again. I feel like I should fall but I can't collapse some part of me tells me I have to keep moving. I listen to myself because I'm hoping it'll pay off.

The sky is blue as I fall and I never forget that now that's all that I remember of someone I thought I knew. I thought I knew who I was.
Comments (0) | Permalink

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Running
I'm running because I'm afraid.
I can't sleep because of my memories.
Once my eyes close my life reflects itself.
I can't be the way I used to be anymore.
Everywhere I try to go I remember her.
Standing across from me staring into my eyes.
I would've held her that one time when she gave me one chance. But, I was afraid of the moment.
With a glance she betrayed me.
Caught cheating my trust but I ignored.
We walked much more after that together.
Secrets and just waiting to never come back.
I'm alone staring at the places where she used to stand.
Sitting in the seat next to the one she had.
I'm alone, she didn't wait for me and I'm going to catch up but not to be happy anymore.
Comments (0) | Permalink

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Lady With One Wish
I remember the sadness in my heart.
The tears flowing steadily and no cleaning happening.
Greedy life of money and fortunes with land.
Giving it all you have to me and I look back.
This woman dying with the fear of greed in her heart.
I cry to know that this is my family going away.
The money I get I'll hand back.
Hand it to some other greedy hands.
Let me stare at you die with your money in your hand.


Comments (0) | Permalink

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Distance Pt. 2 (from a long time ago)
When I think of your unhappiness I'm sure I can't be there.
We're so far yet I feel so much and I'd love to forget.
I wish I could but I also love to remember everything we did.
The trouble and the fame we acquired as long time friends.
Jealousy and envy were our friends spreading our names for everyone to learn.
We walked through the streets each piece of sidewalk becoming ours.
Careful but in certain times bumping into each other.
Holding you in my arms would break something important to you.
Your "pretendido" watching my moves making sure I don't take you away from him.
I don't mind the future we have is inevitable either way.
Unless I give up searching the sky and leaving this land to follow the star where you are.
Constellation of the southern sky take me to you and I shall find you waiting.
Drowning in the river you funded with your tears all this years.
Where I would prove I need you by fighting all the currents against me.
In my path my people aid me and care for me till the time for me to take you away and teach you.

I'll teach you that in this world we can be happy.
Fighting for freedom isn't really freedom so lets unite and be free together and we'll own the same path.




About the suggestions in some comments I actually do acknowledge them but when I post something it's usually too late to fix something because I dislike making corrections. But, I'll make sure that in the future my work is better redefined.
Comments (0) | Permalink

Monday, March 16, 2009

Melissa
I remember her the most from last year.
Every morning A and B we would be together.
On Mondays she would spend time with me.
On Tuesdays she would be a nurse.
I remember her straight long brown hair.
Along with her warm unforgettable smile.
Even though she was happy I suffered a lot.
Even though she felt the right feelings,
I always felt something more.
Even though I thought, she only replied.
Everything I had to say to her she took it for the first time.
She knew no one had told her what I was saying.
She told me so, and I believed every word.
Honesty and trust is what I gave away to her.
Practically my soul and future were meant for her.
Till the day she got what she wanted, cheated on my loyalty and left.
Every night I remember her is the night I dream of her coming back sometimes saying hi, sometimes telling me she's alright. I'll never see her again anymore.
She was a very warm person and loved the beauty of the world. Saw through war and appreciated the blooming flowers on the ground. I smiled and thought that she was different. In a way she was but in others she was like the rest.
Full of judging words she left me and I remember her and I'll never give up until I find her again. The kind nurse of my heart.


Comments (0) | Permalink

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Ideal
The Ideal is one.
Peace is ideal just like harmony.
United is something ideal.
A good life is ideal.
To get that ideal let's go to a war.
Lets kill so that we can change our minds.
lets take everything to make our lives better.
lets kill to be the only ones left.
Comments (0) | Permalink

Mood
The inside of my ear is itchy.
Sounds are annoying and bother a lot.
Playing with people's emotions is sometimes fun.
Pass times and spare time is all I've got.
For a certain period of time I'm all I've got.
I'm happy for that
Comments (0) | Permalink

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Ringing
For every single clash I hear and death spreading.
The darkest parts of the soul are very contagious,
they spread to the heart and mind and kill you from the inside. I like to smile and laugh at people who die fast and without an accident or disease but because of their own personal ignorance. No one deserves to die and I understand but sometimes I just don't want them to be there anymore. I'm happy but I know that death isn't the end and that someday along they way I'll probably stumble with the same type of people all over again. I stare and catch enough information in my mind to know what kind of things you'll say to me good and bad. What should I give away to you or to myself? I sometimes want everything and sometimes nothing at all, most importantly I want to be happy. I like how you say my name, though I don't like you at all but I smile and that's what matters to me. What do I want? No more answers I'm guessing because a question for me is and answer as well.
Comments (0) | Permalink