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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Destruction

When things fall they create currents.
Waves that take you away from
where you were.
They push you,
creating a wall between
who you were
and who you are now.

No other I will find

"There ain't no other I will find
You are eternally on my mind
A thousand stars see how they shine
I see your face when I see mine
I think you are extra specially designed"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miPw1rpe9Rk&feature=youtube_gdata_player -made for each other by Emilie Mover

Happy birthday. CNW.

You have beautiful teeth. 
Smile on your day. 
If you hadn't found this yet...
Present: http://keepcalmandlovegiraffes.tumblr.com/ 

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Pain is beauty


For so many nights did I feel the stabbing cutting edge of pain
endless nights
months without a single day of peace
a cloud of unhappiness and guilt
over me
all the hours of the day
so much was the pressure I felt
that I looked up
looked up to see if there was really a gray cloud hanging just above me.

Months of crying myself to sleep
the crying that's full of pain
making your body ache
curving all of you into the fetal position
crying till you felt like throwing up
falling asleep sometimes on the toilet seat
just as if I was drunk of pain.

Pain is beautiful, I still say
contrary of what people have defined beautiful to be
pain IS beautiful
there is no emotion like it
when you've made your peace with pain
it makes you realize
that you are happy
or at least the contrary of pain
pain makes you unafraid in many ways
but it also gives you caution
for "next time", be mindful!
its not just you that you are affecting.

So many months did I spent living this way
hiding my pain
only letting it flourish at night
I couldn't cry in public, no one knew
didn't want anyone to know
It was the first secret only myself knew and no one else
I smiled and said "I am happy" (felt bad lying)
till I reached to a point
where sitting on the train one day
a lady in front of me was enjoying the music she was listening to so beautifully, 
she teared and when she opened her eyes
her gaze went right through me
and the tears started to roll down my cheeks
she got off the next stop
and I put my headphones on
and was able to enjoy for the first time in a long time
"something"
this time it was music
this lead me to be thankful.

I was alive
I was walking
and now as I was dancing of joy in the train station
(no one cared and neither did I)
I sang and let everything out
I was ready to let this pain go
I was ready to let myself go
and make a new me
and I did.

Decision was everything,
it turned the page for me
it wasn't easy and it is still not easy,
sometimes the pain and guilt wants to creep in again
and yes, I've cried many times after this beautiful dance
of freedom that I had
but I am better, and know that I need to be better.

With pain, I've learned that it's a daily thing
I refuse to take medicines for depression or whatever else
they want to prescribe
I've found something that works
and it works better than any medicine
I don't want to be dull
I want to feel.

Pain is leaving now,
making room for happiness
letting me know that
life has all seasons
and whatever was one day, will leave
and bring something better the next.

Just know,
Life is worth living...
with all its seasons. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdjRmM0Q0qs By your side- Tenth Avenue North 

Friday, October 26, 2012

Moon and You


All along I've thought I was the moon
and you were a giraffe
I was right.
You kept saying "I love you"
You were up high in the trees eating your veggies
I couldn't hear you
taller than all of us around you
with your long neck and spotted spots on your silky smooth skin
you walked and teased with those long and fine legs of yours
I would whisper, and hum you tunes from my heart
and you would hear every beat of them

you always stood up tall
enhancing that long, long neck of yours
listening to the sounds my heart would make
problem was,
I was the moon.
As the long, peaceful and breezy night died off
skies got lighter
making our moment less private and secret
we got closer
and you took the high risk of injury
by lowering your neck towards me,
to find me
to not let me go
but as the warm light of the sun peaked in
I was no longer there
and you were no longer standing tall and firm
but down on the ground searching for me
wondering if the earth had swallowed me in
wondering, how did we get so close
and now you are gone?
where are you, you said...
while all along I was turned around to face another world
 was left out of yours
and you were left all alone
without me
without the tunes of my heart
without even, a simple good-bye

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Mountain fog

I've spent so much time being afraid
afraid of it all
little things here and there
in the end 
the list was immense
so big,
that i hid
went into a cave
thinking, here "I am safe"
no one will find me here
I'll live, just not outside 
where people can see me
where they can truly see all of me
It has been so long since I've been out,
the afternoon sun hurts my eyes
my body got used to dim lights
lights that didn't change me
lights that didn't heat up my body
at being in the presence of it
nor did they change my skin color
I've hiding for too long
yes, my body got used to the cave
being protected by these walls 
I've built up
but its time to get out
get out of this somber state
it'll be shocking and perhaps painful at first
but my skin needs a little color and warmth
the cave was home to me
but now that I've been outside
i don't want to go back in

Plumb- Beautiful history 

precipice

I wonder what made artists write those songs
that are able to touch you to the bone
like they are inside you, going through what you are going through.
I've always found music so touching
the instruments by themselves, can just play along with emotions
nothing has to be said for me to feel what the song is saying
the cellos and violins and the rallentando part of the song
where everything slows down and you feel as if you are drowning down with their music
as if you are jumping off a cliff and diving down with the silence of the song
just as your hands are touching the water, opening a path for you to enter in
the music goes loud and refreshes you like cold water
creating goose bumps and shivers on your skin
find music that makes you feel that way
don't stop till you find "that" music, that song
that changes you
that soothes that pain
the vaseline to those wounds
you are not living till you find this tune
dive in, hang on, you'll find it 



Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Oh, life

green lights
yellow lights
red lights
stop signs
green street signs with white font
roads with endless trees on their sides
wheels going back-and-forth,
back-and-forth
speed limit 40-45
your humming voice 
in my head during my 10 long hours shift
nights with no clouds blocking the 
bright white moon from shining 
and sunrises that should be your screen saver
All this, you might say
is beautiful 
yet i feel numb to it all
I should smile bigger
say good morning to every neighbor 
walking their dog at night and/or morning
I should appreciate it more
and I will, just not now

day by day
day by day
I'll regain strength 
and beauty and love
will grow inside me 
for this time,
the seed is planted in good soil 

Monday, October 22, 2012

Legs and feet


I am
paralyzed from the waist down
I no longer feel the coldness of the water
in my feet
or the dirt between my toes
as much as I loved it
I am no longer able to stand
I am no longer able to think for myself
I am no longer free to act
this all happened when
I stopped worrying about me
My legs had been cut out from under me
and I hadn't noticed
hadn't noticed that all this time
I hadn't taken one single step
by myself
I was handicapped,
till now.
I now see who I was
someone without heart and valor to fight
to fight for her own legs
to fight so that I may stand up
and walk
walk toward "my" life
A life that I will be able to build
with my own hands, and feet

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Open heart

I am now leaving NYC
Yesterday, I had to decide for the third time
If I wanted to do this or not.
To live
To not run away
leaving people knowing nothing
of my whereabouts
My lord you always come to my rescue
I left a note on your door saying
Sorry and goodbye
I expected you to email me,
Or text me
Nothing...
Instead you wrote "let me live"
On your instagram.
It hurt me, to see that
You have moved on,
But truly happy because
You are over me.
Yesterday, I had to decide for the third time
I don't just want to live
I want to live being my best
Tired of me,
Of me always bringing myself down
Tired of being such a coward
Tired of it man.
If I don't do this, no one else will.
I will always love you,
Love who I was with you,
Love us,
But I need to move on.
I need to do the "impossible"
Good-bye my dearest friend.
All good things I keep from you,
Hope you do the same.
All great things beloved,
All great things to you.
Thank you for all the good seeds
You planted on me,
I can only hope I did the same.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Confidence

Walking, walking, walking
I still see you
Walking, walking, walking
I can still hear you
Walking, walking, walking
I remember reading to you
Walking, walking, walking
I think back and smile
Walking, walking, walking
I still carry you with me
Walking, walking, walking
I smile because you are smart
Walking, walking, walking
I know we'll be ok
I know you'll find happiness
Walking, walking, walking
Walking, walking, walking
I go.

I am sorry.
For all the hurt i did.
To you.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Drivers needed.

I think the greatest fear of us all is to see
When we see,
we put ourselves in positions for others to see us
Just as a car driver sees the passenger through his mirror
The passenger is able to see the driver
When we see, rather, when we decide to see
We become drivers
Looking behind to the passengers.
These passengers look to us for guidance
To where they're headed,
After all we are the drivers.
Its not easy to see,
For there aren't many to learn from
Majority are passengers waiting for the taxi to arrive.
Exhaustion will occur and patience will run out
But just as these happen,
Strength and grace will shine out daily with the rise of the sun.

"No matter our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be burn." -Dale Turner

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Wave

Caressing the music keys on the piano
She moves her white, elongated fingers
Up and down
As if they were legs going up and down the stairs
She joins both her eyebrows as if frowning
But she's getting her body tight
Just as violin strings
Sensitive to each note
Her body exhales and inhales
With the bass soft low cello sound
Rocking back and forth
As a crazy person in a straight jacket
She finds the beat
Violins and an accordion is playing now
She is no longer caressing the music keys
But is now inciting, provoking
The music to take the lead
Her shoulders go up as noting the climax
And just like a wave she surrenders
To the flow of the instruments
All slowing down for the finale,
creating an ocean foam
Joining audience, instruments, musicians and music all together.
They are one.
Finito!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Stairs

I know of a solace place
A place where i go to find peace
There's no noise, there's no screaming
But only the noise of silence
I walk these roads
As if they were made out of eggshells
Cautious, of anything i can harm
Cautious of hurting any spirits
I am alone in this place
Not because there aren't people
Around me but
Because this is me, and in me
There could only be the real me
Not anyone else but me
Its not an easy place this one
I've chosen
But i don't want anything else from life
I know many don't understand
Maybe they never will
but i don't care
I don't have to be understood
All i truly want and desire
Is for them to choose this place of mine
Its a place where silence reigns
And all that's there is your reflection