Don't wake us up when tomorrow arrives, we'd rather be dreamers

lunes, 1 de septiembre de 2014

I have wished death upon myself
for such a long time
Now I don't know
how to will myself to live

domingo, 17 de agosto de 2014

sábado, 16 de agosto de 2014

place two pennies in my eyes (meet me when the sky falls down)

Underachiver
that's the name your mind gave you
Failure
is what your life wakes to
I am
is a lie you try to unravel
too often
I am here
where the location is never quite specified
but all around
exists
for this eyes to cry
my hands to refrain
and my feet to grip unwillingly
while holding my breath

The quiet place
underneath my tongue
is full of dormant lullabies,
and my lips do more zealously imprison them
than the words that carry knives
and ring sharp

(Let me scribble
this note for you
-while I can-
from my neurons to the tenderness of my fingers:
I love you)

The soil of my past
is yet barren 
and the broadcast does not anticipate
storms to come
and I cannot will
even the draft
of a draught
or untighten  my hands
to reach for the Sun 


There are worlds inside of me
that haven't heard of universes,
and I contemplate them casually
I rejoice,
glad to know that I know
a little more
(but only from the outside)

The softness of your palm
would be too rough
to strain me down
but I would thank you
for the alibi
The scraps in this skin
came directly from my mind
and you are
just a gentle
stander-bye

I will clean myself another day
and forgo a new start
just for now
just for everyday
just forever


I clasp the solitude
within my ribcage,
my heart has liquefied,
my blood is a thick mass

I thought I ate the key
but now I assume
it was never found,
like the path this body takes
every now and then
again

You are a demon
and your freckles are stars
or perhaps scars
or maybe both at the same time
I could taste nebulae
with the tip of my tongue

domingo, 10 de agosto de 2014

Cada vez más cercano
está el momento
en el que decidiré desaparecer

miércoles, 23 de julio de 2014

Loneliness has the taste of time


Sometimes, I just think
that I am all by myself and 
that I won't ever feel 
a true connection with anybody

A sort of even tangible thing,
like I know they are there,
and I know they know
I am there

That we are together,
and not just two things 
in the same place and time

To feel, in a way, 
other people truly, intrinsically,
as if they were present in
the cells of my bone
marrow


martes, 15 de julio de 2014

A Better Resurrection

I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My hearth within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the fallen leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.


Sylvia Plath

lunes, 14 de julio de 2014