Monday, September 28, 2015

Being

Always staring at that one spot on the wall
where the light shines from the moon through
the window it reminds me that everything has
its own purpose.

Waking up late again. 
Cant hear my alarm in the morning
when thinking too much the night before.
Thinking too much about wishing 
that most times I didn't think at all.

Sensitive to the sound of loud tears.
Aware of touch with good intentions
and pushing away the opposite but
always without delay
regretting ever letting 
them close enough.

Empathizing because your pain is quiet.
Your pain is real.
and I see how it affects your speech

Haven't yet figured out why I let my nervous habits take over
allowing nothing but nothing but nothing but nothing

Still repeated theory
possible to break. 


Over analyzing until the object becomes
unclear or translucent and never tangible.

Disappointment from your own self.
Blind because you are sure it is from everyone around
and the only words you needed to trust.
"It'll all work out."

Fast interruptions when you feel
that tingle just below your cheek bone
and I cant count how many feelings drag behind music.

trying to compose chord progressions that bring those
same feelings all good and bad,
more in between.

Familiar sounds and not knowing the name for certain smells.
Never informed or aware of the names for certain feelings.

Accidents too big to push out of your mind until 
tripping on your own feet forces you to see the illusion. 

Windfalls at random 
sometimes when needed the most.

Words with elegant definitions
You never knew you could fall in love with words
until the day you couldn't think of a word perfect
enough to describe why.

Saying things you don't mean and 
finding yourself always apologizing 
wondering if it is still sincere. 

Discovering what really brought happiness.
So you create time only for passion that just wants
to be practiced so that it can be heard for souls who
found time to listen.

Enormous change.
Sometimes in little amounts
small enough to go unnoticed until informed
buy someone else before you could catch
up to see around the corner.

Falling.
Falling hard that it hurts more
on the inside than out
and loosing sleep figuring 
out how you missed by so far.

Late to the important.
Early for the uncertain, unnecessary.
Mistakes that only create 
understanding and anger 
at the same time but perfect 
is confusing with no meaning
or story to tell.


Trying.
Sometimes giving up.
Extensive hours and burning work.


It all must prove something. 
It all must prove something.
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It all must prove so
It all must prove s
It all must prove 
It all must prov
It all must pro
It all must pr
It all must p
It all must 
It all mus
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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Random Verity


 Pain is measured in units of "dols."
The instrument used to measure
 pain is a "dolorimeter."


Each time you see
a full moon you always
see the same side. 

    
The winter of 1932 was so cold
 that Niagara Falls froze
completely solid.


A Kitchen faucet would need
to be turned on all the way for
at least 45 years to equal the
amount of blood pumped by
the human heart in an average lifetime. 

   Mark twain was born on
November 30, 1835, a day when
 Halley's Comet cam into view.
When he died in 1910,
Halley's Comet was in view again.


All radios in North Korea
have been rigged so listeners
can only receive a North Korean
Government station.


Plato theorized that reasoning originated
 from the brain, but that passion
originated from the heart.

An average American will spend 
about 6 months during his/her
lifetime waiting at a red light. 


12% of people dream in black and white.


The air quality in Mumbai is so bad,
it is equivalent to smoking 2 packs of 
cigarettes a day. 



An average person will spend 25 years asleep.


The very first bomb dropped
by the allies on Berlin during
World War II killed the only
elephant in the Berlin zoo.


Prolonged lack of sleep can cause
 irregular jumping hear beats called
Premature Ventricular Contractions.




Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Rough Estimate

Questioned a box of crayons just to find the color of your eyes
wishing for a paint by number to ensure I had the right color.
So give me some time to mix 3 and 2 or maybe 1 and 1 
because just one color being the exact
 match doesn't make sense to me. 
Or maybe its that I've never seen
 eyes such as yours before,
 I'm sorry for staring.

Your eyes. 
Periwinkle?
Or maybe pale blue yonder.
Almost as if I can see through them
but still to shy to let me look a little longer.  

Moderate use of pink, yellow, purple, orange or black.
I only need them for slight shading or reflection of the sun. 
Tell me about the story of your favorite sweater.
 How it anxiously brings more study to your eyes. 
And I'm still trying to figure out
 how that small sliver of opposite 
color came to be
 but I regard it. 

Oh to find the right color of your eyes when wearing that sweater.

                                           












Monday, September 7, 2015

Incognito

Let me see your eyes 
if your hat covers 
your voice too. 



Thursday, September 3, 2015

Outset



I remember cracks in the ceiling with stories 
of broken glass dishes that created
 wishes from the man in the boat 
who couldn't see colors
and never left the sea.

I remember feeling stuck in stopped time only to realize
 you had left hours ago and I was still staring at the under side 
of the roof that I only climbed on once to show you
 fear shouldn't come in heights and falling only hurts when
 your body is tense and your thoughts blameful.

I remember trying to sink my teeth into ideas that sink ships 
and did I ever thank you for stopping me from drowning? 

I remember your laugh, addictive then poison 
because cancer stopped you from finishing.
All I heard were vibrant sounds too close together
and you always wondering if I ever listened. 

I remember deep breaths
as deep as oceans with slight interruptions of storm warnings,
fears too big for too small palms and no time for pointless interactions 
           with strangers whose eyes only see imperfections. 
I remember stomach aches  
still not as bad as heart aches
 but you already knew that.
So I cover my ears
  because too sensitive was the sound,
 they told me to leave the rooms. 

All of them. 

And I will never forget one too quiet Saturday morning
with news still haunting,
words imperfect,
and only good intentions
but left with mixed emotions
confusion from both sides of the equation,
and no time to explain the riddle.