I and We

In the word heart there is no 'I' 

But in relationship there are two,

 Never in my heart but always in a relationship, 

Thats how it always has been, but with you? Something that has never been there, but listens in between a small melody that floats between two souls, 

Thats where you and I will be, floating continuously... until... we will forever be... you and I... 

A living beating relationship with two beating hearts intertwined..

 I love you for u are for me as much as my heart needs to beat, and as much as my body needs oxygen to be... 

And as I could've said before as an introduction 

I chose to be true for my words from my heart are more complex than simple and ur words of love could be differ than similar to mine for our love is here, current and true... for i am me and you are you.... 

I love you for today tomorrow and yesterday... my one and only... 

You are mine....

Gentleman...

Gentleman....
Thats what she thought of him
The smooth way he talked
The classy way his hair sleeked back
And the way he spoke to her

Maybe this gentleman would prove to be something more to her
She thought
These thoughts over took her mind
Because at most present moments
Her work demanded more time
More mind
And more ideas

But all she could think of
All she could remember
Was his smile

The smile of a monotone man
The man with "no emotions"
As some would say

But to her
He was a man who cared for her
Who would exist beside her
Who took her breath away
And sometimes would make her feel like she belonged

So in her mind...
Does she tell him
Or does she stay silent
Never to come across the bridge
The one she longs for
The one she needs

But one step closer
Maybe even two

He is a gentleman through and through
Because he makes her feel wanted

In reality this gentleman is not the man she thought him to be
With his hair gelled back
And the smooth way he talked

He in her view became more than those words she called him
He became more of a lover than a crush
A man with emotions, not a heartless stick
A person who could understand her troubles...

She thought one last thought:
He is my love for he is mine and I am his

SHADOWS LURK OF MY PAST, FORWARD MY LOVE

I don't know why

But I always have been

Afraid of the 

Dark so 

Passionately

And once in a blue Moon

Will I really admit

That I am actually very scared of you

You

My shadow

That lurks behind me 

Analyzing my every move

Every step

Every touch

Every song I sing 

Every note that I play

Will I ever get less judgement from you

You who sighs quietly behind a titled palm

Who hears every quiet 

Wail I let go of

In the ever so endlessly less than imaginable

Darkness

Behind the eyes do I really see the figurative 

Black, inky, dark, uncompassionate, sinister, cruel

Fate of those who have no--where else to go

Except to accept

The fate of which they have brought themselves

They say to be slaughtered by a figment

Will only bring you more harm

Than an imagination controlled

So maybe my shadow isn't in my mind

Or outside my body

Lying on the floor 

Maybe it is my future

To lie in wait in the depths of my conscious

Barely awake 

Seeing the unseen

And making this world bigger than it actually is

For this world is less than a dot on paper

It is more idiotic

Than a single dot on canvas selling 

For a mere $100,000,000,000

But in the end is it only in my head

The voices

That scream at the top of their lungs for mercy

As I hear the *chop* *chop* *chop*

And the ringing of the blade as it slips out of their hand

Onto the block

The last breath slowly exhales 

Maybe oh so maybe

This is the end for me

But 

As I wake up

I am reminded that the death that I seek

Is not in the ground

Or in fire

Or in a tube waiting for my next life

It is to be aware of myself without my other half

This shadow that I call a 

Foe, enemy, scandal

This is for sure my 

Reincarnation, my sister, my life

For without it 

I couldn't have over--come the hardships I have faced

This death is painless

But for now

It is painful 

Because I must leave you for the next

World of unimaginable fates to unravel

Sayonara, farewell

For this is not the end or the next

It is and for always be in the back of your head

The shadow for which you are terrified of 

Is the past you

In a different time frame

Of different memories

Or a different life

This is you but different, changed, annulled

For you are an entity that has an “old soul”

And you are soulless 

Black, dark, sinister

And you are home

In a dark miserable cubicle

Of your own misery

Cry now but do not wait to long

To take my hand and see what we can accomplish together

My love, mi amore, ai

?

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.

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"

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. 

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...