lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013

Wait

It wears me out
This unwavering feeling
I can't quite figure out

Is it pain?
Is it fear?
For some unknown reason
Nothing seems real

I can't look
I can't touch
And now all I do
Is walk

I have no options
I am grey
But I am hopeful
I can wait

There must be more
I have faith
And so I wait
For the sun to rise again

domingo, 27 de octubre de 2013

X Marks the Spot

There are moments
I still feel you

I don't think of you
I don't see you
I'm not reminded of you
But I feel you

And I can't handle it
Not anymore
I feel you
And I am no more

lunes, 21 de octubre de 2013

I break

Can't you see?
I don't breathe
I don't breathe anymore...

The words that once gave me hope
Have now been rendered useless
The words that once gave me strength
Are now the ones that make me break

You make me hurt
You make me ache
But you don't see
You don't see me

viernes, 18 de octubre de 2013

Falling Drapes

Walls start closing in
Can’t sleep
Can’t find your place
They’re all shadows

They won't understand
You don’t feel
You’re alone
The world is a never-ending source of chaos

No
Stop
Wait
React

Books keep you safe
Books get you out
Be patient
The train will soon come

Black Sky

I see them
Ever cold
Ever distant

They do not fear
They never look
But in their eyes
I know that judgment lies

Afraid to stare
Afraid to touch
Only in darkness
I seek white walls

Do they dwell?
Do they cry?
Will I ever see their eyes?

When I’m strong
When I’m weak
I see them
And they see me

lunes, 14 de octubre de 2013

SMALL DOSES

Bravery comes in small doses. Sometimes, you don’t even notice it because the act is so small. There’s no way to know if someone is brave, until a situation where bravery is necessary presents itself, and you’re given a choice. When the situation is of an urgent nature, that choice is never obvious, it’s not as simple as picking to be brave or be a coward. You don’t realize a choice is cowardly until you’ve already made it, until you’re out of the situation and you realize the nature of your decision. That kind of situation usually doesn’t present itself. For regular citizens, most of the time, bravery comes in small doses: saying no to a crowd that pressures you to say yes, helping someone at a personal cost, or, my personal favorite, taking a stand in your own life. Peer pressure is an external obstacle. Personal cost, however high it may come, comes with the peace of mind and satisfaction of providing aid for another. But, taking a stand in your own life means you overcame the biggest obstacle you could ever face: your own fear. At the end of the day, isn’t that where all bravery takes root? Saying no to the crowd means you didn’t let the fear of not pleasing others or being unaccepted get the best of you. Helping someone at a personal cost means you put aside your fear of not overcoming that personal cost. In a way, all bravery begins in the same place, and can be seen in small doses every day. You just have to pay attention.

SPINNING

If, in some alternate universe, I find myself writing a book, I would want it to begin like this:

“My head is spinning”. Between all the thoughts that were going through my head, that single realization started pounding, louder and louder, until everything else stopped, the world became quiet, and I was numb."

domingo, 13 de octubre de 2013

Nostalgia

I wake. I sit outside a café on 92nd street, watching people pass by, feeling the warmth of the sun through the cold September breeze. People talk all around me, but I hear nothing, I’m consumed by the taste of coffee on my lips. I wish I could stay this way. As I open my eyes, I’m overwhelmed by the deepest sadness I’ve ever known. I look at my surroundings, searching for even the smallest detail that might remind me of my hope of a better place, a better life, a life made for me. I search until my eyes tire and my heart comes to the conclusion that there is no such hope. I wake.

INCONSEQUENTIAL

Inconsequential, that’s the first thing that came to my head. Fear of death is one of the most common fears among the population. Some fear it because they fear judgment, others the unknown.   My fear?: to leave this world unnoticed, with nothing to show for and have no one care. It’s silly, at the end of the day we’re just blips in human history, so why is this fear justified? Because people matter. Life matters. We are social beings; we have constant interactions in some form or another. The impact we have through those interactions is what we ultimately leave behind.
Some people are born to generate impact, whether they like it or not. Some strive their whole lives to be invisible, but are unsuccessful, because no one can fight their fate. So, what happens to those who struggle? Those who are unable to generate impact no matter how hard they try? Do they feel unaccomplished? Do they know that’s what they feel is missing?