I put my heart on the line so you could read fine,
I put my hand up to say that I need you,
Cast aside like case and point...
Your life must be better than mine,
So can I say that you will be just fine?
Or will it be me,
A line and sinker
Down to the middle and away.
A/N: I just needed to write something so I have no idea what this was.
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
My Question...
"You've stolen my heart
yet you gave me another,
you took my breath
and now I can live longer,
my words I cannot keep
I can give you my answer"
My answer is this
as I stand before you,
would you take me as I am,
as I look,
or will I be forever cast aside?
Down the neverending street
that remains its name as
"Forgotten"
yet you gave me another,
you took my breath
and now I can live longer,
my words I cannot keep
I can give you my answer"
My answer is this
as I stand before you,
would you take me as I am,
as I look,
or will I be forever cast aside?
Down the neverending street
that remains its name as
"Forgotten"
Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Walker Evans, Assignment, Subway Portraits
An interpretation a person could make: Today was just a day. A day to come and a day to end. A subway car filled to the brim. Two men sit side by side, as asleep as one could be. They take the breaths with the beat of their hearts. Synchronized beats of the heart to the breath sounds to the silent snores. A simple but easy fix would be to adjust oneself posture, but as still as can be and as asleep as can be, lie the two men. I wish I was asleep for I would be dreaming of the wonders that this world has to offer. But nothing is quite as it seems, for those two, they are sitting, waiting for the next stop for the next place to reside, to work, to live, or to sleep. The current place is a subway car, rushing, madly running to the next destination.
A/N: This is an assignment that we were supposed to do for my class in Photo 120, at Palomar College. I think that this is probably one of my favorite extra credit assignments because we were supposed to narrate a photograph and make up something to go along with it.
A/N: This is an assignment that we were supposed to do for my class in Photo 120, at Palomar College. I think that this is probably one of my favorite extra credit assignments because we were supposed to narrate a photograph and make up something to go along with it.
Friday, August 9, 2019
Worth Waiting For
In the colors of the fire,
I can assume that there is a heart within the heat,
The flames bring out the passion that I see in her eyes.
Instead of the alpine green that makes her eyes seem bright when in light,
I swear that the only thing standing between me and her,
Would be a maze of high neverending walls,
With her in the middle.
In irritation, my face is red almost like no other,
The maze making me feel trapped, as though there was no escape.
The only thing that calms me is imagining her ginger hair,
Flowing wildly in the wind,
Calming the raging storm inside of me.
I can remember seeing her, in her yellow rain jacket,
Splashing through puddles in the rain.
Maybe it was my fault for yelling at her,
Telling her that she couldn't bring any more mud inside the house,
Maybe that's why she's so sad all the time.
If I had just apologized maybe the worst could not have happened.
Inching toward my destination,
I reach a steep incline that seems like a mountain.
The town receding behind me,
Looking much like a combined blur of houses and trees.
The vast amount of space in front of me is cream-colored.
Not the purple hues that I saw earlier in my trek when searching for my heart.
I swear that the picture-perfect person that I saw was not the same,
It was not one and the same as the saying says.
It is at most a similar being but not the same person.
I reach to my senses and see that I am coming through the maze to the end,
And not sadly at all my walk was finished,
I looked down,
And underneath me was the same babbling brook,
That kept on me on my toes,
Making sure that I would walk the path of life with no regrets.
I think I will remember the most,
My heart,
The being with the red flowing locks of hair,
The being I made up,
But care about most in my life.
I think you were worth waiting for...
I can assume that there is a heart within the heat,
The flames bring out the passion that I see in her eyes.
Instead of the alpine green that makes her eyes seem bright when in light,
I swear that the only thing standing between me and her,
Would be a maze of high neverending walls,
With her in the middle.
In irritation, my face is red almost like no other,
The maze making me feel trapped, as though there was no escape.
The only thing that calms me is imagining her ginger hair,
Flowing wildly in the wind,
Calming the raging storm inside of me.
I can remember seeing her, in her yellow rain jacket,
Splashing through puddles in the rain.
Maybe it was my fault for yelling at her,
Telling her that she couldn't bring any more mud inside the house,
Maybe that's why she's so sad all the time.
If I had just apologized maybe the worst could not have happened.
Inching toward my destination,
I reach a steep incline that seems like a mountain.
The town receding behind me,
Looking much like a combined blur of houses and trees.
The vast amount of space in front of me is cream-colored.
Not the purple hues that I saw earlier in my trek when searching for my heart.
I swear that the picture-perfect person that I saw was not the same,
It was not one and the same as the saying says.
It is at most a similar being but not the same person.
I reach to my senses and see that I am coming through the maze to the end,
And not sadly at all my walk was finished,
I looked down,
And underneath me was the same babbling brook,
That kept on me on my toes,
Making sure that I would walk the path of life with no regrets.
I think I will remember the most,
My heart,
The being with the red flowing locks of hair,
The being I made up,
But care about most in my life.
I think you were worth waiting for...
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Adrenaline
Adrenaline brought me back to you
The time where you almost died
I ran faster than the wind
Faster than my body could keep up
And yet now I can hear in my ears the whisper still
Of how you needed me
“Help me…. I Love you”
I needed just those words to appear
Next to you where I always will forever be
Next to you
In the depth of darkness
In the oasis of light
And the medley of everything in-between
I swear on my calming breath to this day
That I would remain yours forever
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Unrequited love story
I swear it to my death that it will be true
One may say that the day I die
Will be the same day that you see me
My true colors
Being the most indefinite thing that I cannot talk about.
The true story of my love for you
The millions of billions of emotions I can spell for you
L-O-V-E
A-L-M-O-S-T
T-A-K-E-N
O-V-E-R
But the simplest of announcements cannot make you mine
Cannot be the closest I can be to you
Or the most tangible memory of mine can make you
Truly
Mine
A/N: This is a small little poem which I took a writing prompt from this website:
I hope that you liked it!
Monday, February 12, 2018
Untitled
All the things that I have tried to word
Out in my life
Are things that I have yet to accomplish
The regrets trail down my face
In a fashion that looks as if I am crying
The ink-stained mess on my blemish free face
The colorless pale skin that I once thought was hideous
Now looks pretty along with the lines of words that are
Worded out on my pretty face
That face that makes me worried as I look in the mirror
That face that makes me sad and angry
Depressed and sullen
The depression and regrets fall over me like a blanket
A warm blanket that cools my inner voices
And sets it to a small hum
A hum that is so tiny in tune that you can barely hear the voice that is speaking
That voice that is too small I can't even bear to think about it anymore
Just thinking the things that I once thought of so long ago
Now I am no more than a sobbing mess
That lays on the floor in heartache
And sadness that clings to me like wet clothes
As if drenched by the rain that pours down my face
The tears that stain my perfect face
The imperfectness scares me and makes me vulnerable
And makes the inner voices loud and painful
The more painful it gets the more I am scared
And then something happens
A bright light of warmth and familiarness sets my skin on fire
And I am brought face to face with you
You are the person that watched me since I was young
The person that would care for me each and every day
The only thing that I could get up for in the end
Because now I am standing on feet that I could never stand on
The feet that collapsed one day making me a sad mess of limbs and tears on the ground
And now the only person that I can think of is you
You
The one that leaves me be
But comes in when I am crying
The one that becomes me when there is danger near
The me that I couldn't be
You are me
And I am you
Nameless
Yet you do have a name
The only one that could be like me
The only one that could see through my eyes
I write this to you
My conscience
Out in my life
Are things that I have yet to accomplish
The regrets trail down my face
In a fashion that looks as if I am crying
The ink-stained mess on my blemish free face
The colorless pale skin that I once thought was hideous
Now looks pretty along with the lines of words that are
Worded out on my pretty face
That face that makes me worried as I look in the mirror
That face that makes me sad and angry
Depressed and sullen
The depression and regrets fall over me like a blanket
A warm blanket that cools my inner voices
And sets it to a small hum
A hum that is so tiny in tune that you can barely hear the voice that is speaking
That voice that is too small I can't even bear to think about it anymore
Just thinking the things that I once thought of so long ago
Now I am no more than a sobbing mess
That lays on the floor in heartache
And sadness that clings to me like wet clothes
As if drenched by the rain that pours down my face
The tears that stain my perfect face
The imperfectness scares me and makes me vulnerable
And makes the inner voices loud and painful
The more painful it gets the more I am scared
And then something happens
A bright light of warmth and familiarness sets my skin on fire
And I am brought face to face with you
You are the person that watched me since I was young
The person that would care for me each and every day
The only thing that I could get up for in the end
Because now I am standing on feet that I could never stand on
The feet that collapsed one day making me a sad mess of limbs and tears on the ground
And now the only person that I can think of is you
You
The one that leaves me be
But comes in when I am crying
The one that becomes me when there is danger near
The me that I couldn't be
You are me
And I am you
Nameless
Yet you do have a name
The only one that could be like me
The only one that could see through my eyes
I write this to you
My conscience
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