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

jueves, 26 de febrero de 2015

5 in the morning (and the cogs keep on turning)

Washed the dishes
dryed them
stored them

Ate one time
two times
three times

Wrote one words
two paragraphs
three pages

Peed repeatedly
brushed my teeth throughoutly
and organised my notebooks

But I still cannot face
the eternal succession of tomorrows
that come regardless of rest

I may have just learnt 
to pay no mind 
-mine is a cheap one,
in the aftermath.

I am learning to build myself with gentle hands

It is not easy
to strip this shame
out of my body,
each tear discovering
raw meat, fragile
and vulnerable

It has rooted itself so deeply
under my skin
that I'm no longer sure
which of it is mine
and which is the foreign body
that is rotting my insides

I take the dripping pieces in my hand
and observe them,
scrutinize them,
as I take them off of myself

Which of those ought to be thrown away?
Which of those make me myself
and are better off if they stay?

domingo, 14 de septiembre de 2014

Y yo soy
el intento de poeta
que fuerza el acople
de las palabras
con una total ignorancia

Soy la pobre excusa
de una vida
que vaga errante
en la corriente
del tiempo

sábado, 13 de septiembre de 2014

Me gusta la manera en que me mirás, como si yo escondiese una habilidad profunda.

Y a la vez me aterroriza 
                                        porque sé que no es verdad.

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 these 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