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

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

sábado, 21 de junio de 2014

(Decay)

I am so alone
and so in love,
but sometimes
I can't figure out if
with someone
or with tragedy

And, at the same time
I don't think
it makes much difference
at all


lunes, 16 de junio de 2014

Me pregunto
si algún día podré
reunir las palabras
que llenen
el espacio entre mis dedos

domingo, 8 de junio de 2014

My fingertips touch only lint

I would have kept you 
in my pocket
and fed you incomplete poems
scribbled down on stained paper napkins 

I would have shared with you
inconspicuous little treasures
a dime, a candy, a pamphlet,
and granted you the task of guarding them
within the dim depths of fabric

But the thing is
you are not something 
to be carried around
like a forgotten pair of socks
in a backpack;
you would have never approved
such liberty

And no pocket
is big enough for you,
anyway.

sábado, 7 de junio de 2014