December 2009
29 posts
Language Arts assignment: Round 2.
Lucio: I now know how I ended up here, on this frozen, nameless shore. I officially have a new appreciation for seagulls. You will too when they tear open the black bag that almost carried your body out to sea; save for the times they peck at your face. Lord knows how I managed to breathe. There was no point in struggling. Submissiveness is the key to survival when faced with these...
November 2009
27 posts
Language Arts assignment.
I know I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight, as is commonly the case these days. If you could see through these eyes of madness, perhaps you could understand. The coarseness of this routine I’ve carried on for the past four years grinds me into dust, but I always piece myself back together in the morning. I only live for the weekends, the cold, and those nights when we all sing along in the...
Art of Conflict.
I remain uncomprehensive of the motives behind certain people’s mistrust and desire for conflict. Why make the world coarser today? My thanksgiving dinner consists of a cup of coffee, french bread, and the bitter taste of a meal that was eaten in dormant, but obvious displeasure. The bartender just brought me a plate that no one wanted. I’m not a fan of thanksgiving food, but this...
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I ask myself what the hell I’m still doing up at this hour. I’m still running on the fuel from tonight’s conversations; Spilling two different thought patterns to two different people. Poe loathed sleep. He called it “little slices of death.” What a comparison. Sleep and I don’t talk much anymore. Just two distanced friends who visit each other from time to...
My dream of owning a bed from IKEA has been realized (memory foam mattress, too). Finally, I can sleep in my own bedroom and hopefully I can start sleeping regularly again. I sense a return to normality, but ‘normality’ and the past are almost the same thing. It’s more like a renaissance. Ah, how ironic - I’m sleepless. Regardless, just lying here feels awesome.
What an...
I had a dream last night that it was my birthday, and we all went to Pampas after school. She gave me a hug and called me “handsome”.
Fille de mes rêves,
I wish I didn’t freeze up when talking to you. Ironic how someone as boastful and talkative as I would just be left almost speechless whenever I’m around you. Still, I sometimes wonder why I’m pursuing this. More than likely, I’ll be gone by next year. It’d be cool if you came along - I just have to court you first. KEEP DREAMING, son.
Over Exposure.
Finally, after 6 years, I got to...
Partners in crime.
“Those who participate in life get more out of it than spectators”, says the motivational poster on the school wall. I do a little of both. Sometimes I have to be a spectator for a while to pick the right time to participate.
As the spectator: I wish I could mend people’s severed ties. Great friendships destroyed, insults leaving a foul taste everyone’s mouth. I see no...
Adults.
Entities encompassing their life’s failures and crushed dreams into anger and constant quarreling. A life’s lesson, not learned until it’s too late.
Tears fall, curses are spat, but nothing changes. It becomes their routine, and the weight of their words would drag me down. I’m at a point in my life where I can finally escape and find release from years of witnessing the...
Sans rouge. Seulement nord.
Let this smut queen dig in her heels and serenade her own poisoning. Beasts praise. Let she who sways have her moment astray and maybe one day dance again in my way. Last, fold to me. I’ve exhausted this theme. I’ll swallow my blood and paint no other name.
Rouge et nord.
Shift your eyes and look my way. To nights, our fights, we’ll sway. Don’t sleep, no dreams Drift through these years. My muses, my reasons Pursuit sans avail. These lights, this art All turn me. And if you become one, with that pretense heart May the stars give me what I want.
Another deleted attempt at turning my thoughts into words. I’m still waiting for the day that I write something badass.
I wish that when I die, I will be reborn in another country, just to experience growing up in a different culture.
You can travel all around the world, but I your nationality will never change. Not that I mind being Mexican, I’d just like to know what it would be like growing up as a kid in Tokyo, or in France, etc.
Even then, 80 or so years of life is not enough to experience all of the...
...and this means what in English?
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“Those solemn words whispered in a haze. Could you even see me standing there, all wrapped up in insecurities that won’t stop spilling out all over me?
And in your eyes I see so much more than that place you always go back to. You can pull yourself away from that face that constantly haunts you.
A graceful approach that you carry on, and carry yourself in such a way that could never be...
