I'm feeling lucky so take my hand.
Let's be slammed against the ground by the music
and the nervous beating of our teenage hearts.
ImmuneI do not pretend
the earth loves me.
Darwin breathes down my neck.
The ocean breathes down my bones.
I am a flute hollowed
by spittle and rain. And I am not
special, nor alone.
I had an ear infection when I was newborn. Two
hundred years ago I would have died from it. I
would have been cut short -
small and screaming.
Every time I step outside at night, the trees tell me:
you’re not safe. A thousand antibiotics
can’t make you safe.
I’m not frightened.
I would lie myself down and wait for the tide.
I would do it any day.
to everything there is a seasonI.
as a flower or a man,
i shall burst,
as a corpse, i shall
peel away, and
return to the earth,
the air. i'll be in
your lungs yet.
look, it’s not that i’m not
a little bit charmed
by the concentric circles
of existence, and the love,
the bitter, bright and
it’s not that i don’t like
carrying this body that is a miracle,
a miracle in the sum of its parts.
kahlo got it, she knew what
she was talking about –
but i won’t put words
in a dead woman’s mouth.
and the hot sweat of it here,
the pain, the fuck and the sour wine
of it here,
it isn’t really chaining me
down. i’m thinking of
did i ever tell you
i’d like to die on my back,
looking at the sky?
in one of those faraway places
i saw from the car as a child, the top of a hill
seen from a distance; someone else’s farm,
someone else’s land. someone else’s emptiness,
a thin line of grass between
dirt and the inf
Keep your powder dryi.
he looks away, the lines under
and around his mudded eyes as
known to me as my own,
as known to me as the hot air
of the death months, the death December,
the blowfly fester, the light stretched
and bright to breaking;
as known to me
as the eucalyptus leaves
that are slicks of fragrant summer
in every January of every year I have
ever lived –
as known to me as the smell of my
floating ’cross the ruined cities
of Christmas lunch –
i am six. he puts the air rifle
against my shoulder, and tells me to
pull the trigger tight.
i’ll try, dad,
The Purple and the SunSpill your blood on the seven swords –
as darkness comes, they are shouting
Artos, Artos, Artos.
You are not just a man. I’ll say it again,
even as you sweat and grunt, shag-headed,
terrible and real. You are not just a man. Let your
heavy head fall, and become
the bones of the hills
and the birds
of the sky.
Let them claim you for their own,
Emperor, o Emperor,
even as the smoke tastes bitter
on your tongue. The Sun is setting,
and the thing is done. Die, and live forever,
with what you’re given.
A crown of oak leaves,
and a lake,
for your resting place.
11:10 a.m.oh my god, i tell my friend after class, i want
to spend the rest of my life making him laugh.
she rolls her eyes and says that i shouldn’t
say that because i’m so young and i have no idea
how long my life will be and i tell her that that’s
that i may die tomorrow, but i want to be able to call you
up at two a.m. and read you my shitty poems and
pretend that i didn’t imagine the way
you twirl your pencil around your fingers as i wrote them.
i want to be able to pick out your heartbeat in a crowded
room because i’ve spent so long with my head against
your chest that your pulse is imprinted into my eardrums.
i want to be so gone over you that i smile big enough that
everyone else around me smiles too.
for the first time in my life, i can believe that god built
eve out of one of adam’s ribs— they must have
fit together almost as perfectly as you and i do,
identical down to their very bones, so that when
she shook in fear, he did too. an
Darling,With a two thousand year old tree ring
I’ll carve love into your heart
With my hands I’ll tear apart
All the bad dreams and the memories
I’ll wrap you up with my bony breath
Skinny love, don’t you forget
I love you more than the stars can shine
Look me in the eyes
Darling, you know I would never lie.
LeyendaLa leyenda dice que me enamoré,
También cuenta que sueñas conmigo.
Dice la leyenda que cuando me miras,
Tu corazón se desenfrena y la pasión corre por tus venas.
Cuenta aquel viejo sabio que esto ya lo vivió antes,
Un chico perdido por unos labios,
Una joven perdida entre brazos.
La leyenda dice que me quieres con locura,
También cuenta que con sólo una palabra me embriagas.
¡Al diablo con aquellas antiguas parejas!
Su amor ya murió, el nuestro apenas florece.
Porque cariño, tú y yo seguimos la tradición.
Tú y yo seremos una nueva leyenda de amor.
Una leyenda de beso pasional.
Una de amor joven y eterno.
¿Por qué no una en la que el destino no nos quiere juntos?
Una en la que nuestros corazones se junten y formen uno.
Si, tú y yo seguiremos la tradición.
La leyenda cuenta que seremos parte de ella.
2am (Time Flies)Every time I move on, your always there
to remind me why I shouldn't. When 2am
comes crawling around the corner, so does
your smile that wipes away all of the
tears from my sweet, rosy cheeks.
The thought of you is wrapped around my
body like my heart is around your finger.
I don't even bother to stop myself from
falling in love with all over again; cause
in the end I will always love you and
will want to because of the wonderment you
got be slippin' on.
Oh how your eyes make me want to dive deep
into the abyssal of your soul; knowing every
little bit of you that I can memorize it
like the back of my hand. To close my eyes
and imagine your electrifying smile that
makes me smirk this curl with my lips.
Then reality hits me out of know where,
I look at the alarm clock that glows
underneath all of the darkness that it's
surround in that it reads 5am; how fast
time seems to fly when I think of you.
Insomnia LoveInsomnia wasn't from the lack of sleep
but from my heart missing you. How it
yearns for your arms to slither on to
my body and squeeze it like a python
strangling it's prey.
For a whisper to slip out of your
mouth; words full of so much emotion
and meaning that could patch up any
dent or hole in a wall that was kicked
and punched around to mimic a rag
doll's experience in a short period of time.
I don't even know what it's like to feel
whole anymore but, when I'm with you it's
like I'm a shiny, brand new toy coming out
of it's box for the first time.
gracefulDelicate and beautiful
Eyes of porcelain
Body kissed by the moon
Hair frozen by the stars
Mind as vast as the sea
Yet she loves only me
The ultimate means of softening the heart
of a stoic young man
whose stone-cold face does not betray
his most subtle of emotions is:
to introduce his heart to
one that would melt the ice
that encases his very psyche,
and makes it dense as diamond,
to introduce his eyes to
one whose beauty is captivating enough
to force his glazed-over eyes
to open like a gateway to the soul,
to have his heart collide
with one of equal,
and yet, simultaneously opposite
charge and conviction,
to show him the one
young woman amongst his peers
whose presence illuminates the dark recesses
of the world his damaged mind’s eye perceives,
to have him be overwhelmed
by intelligence he has found
by wisdom that was always present
in the mind of only one;
that one among many lesser beings
That one whose thoughts
and words spoken aloud
captivate him to no end, and
have greater worth than anything tangible.
That one whose unique style and grace
have begun to
BelieveI can’t pretend,
To have faith in myself,
I can’t fake,
Trusting in myself.
I once held myself up,
When other beat me down,
Now others try to hold me up,
As I beat myself down.
So before the wheels turn,
Before I have to leave,
Just let me have a chance,
Make me Believe.
Forever is never,
That far away,
Brighten up my skies,
Wash away the gray.
Without you I’m blind,
Just stumbling through every hour,
The blackness has yet to get me cornered,
Where I can do nothing but cower.
Tell me if there’s a chance,
Just let me know for sure,
So the hopeful pain,
Can be endured.
Would you ever be with me?
Before any other?
Would I be important to you,
If we had each other?
Without you I’m dead,
I can do nothing but grieve,
Just give me a chance,
Make me Believe.
Desde que te vi capitulo 3Desde que te vi……….
Entramos a la habitación y hay estaba, era linda, pelo mono, ojos azules, era como un ángel mirando por la ventana, se llamaba Ángela de pronto ella voltea a vernos y nos saluda.
-Hola – dijo
-Ho….Hola – respondimos
Escogimos nuestras camas yo escogí la que estaba más cerca de Ángela en cambio Andrés escogió la parte de arriba de una litera.
Después entraron dos compañeros más uno de ellos era mi hermano Mike que vino en un viaje a parte porque no estaba listo cuando yo llegue con mamá el otro era una chica llamada Allison, tenía el cabello del mismo color que Ángela excepto por las puntas, las puntas las tenía teñida de rosado, azul y un poco de verde era como una explosión de colores bueno y Mike era casi idéntico a mi excepto por los ojos yo los tenía azules y él los tenía marrones también p