Maroon

It’s a color,

It’s the color of your tux,

It’s a boy,

I’ll show you how to put it together

Not Colunga?

It’s after work

The fish jumped

Big bears

One lie at a time

Something in the water

Would you…?

218 miles

Days in, daze out

Lost

The panic room

It’s almost time for class

E.C.

The end

Grow apart

It's platonic

Brother from another mother (hehe)

Han Leido

My attempt at B-26.

Questions after questions

Hours after hours passing by like minutes

It’s a boy

He’s a difficult puzzle

Almost like a chess game

It’s Monday

Play after play

A shock with every touch

Benched and watching big bellies

3 dates in one week

My perfect puzzle piece

Moon day and night

The independents rides on a rocket

Oversized Knots Coming in

Distraction

No, I’m sorry

Love is blind.

Friends?

Check mate

End of the chess game?

Pretty Little Liars

Thanks to my friend, Meli, I am hooked on a new television show.  After watching so many episodes, I feel compelled to post the secret code/poem on my blog.

 B-26

It’s a number.
It’s a song.
It’s a girl.

Smooth.
Pearl joy packed.
Gold falafel,
As through ice.

It’s four-thirty.
Morning with
Phone calls.
It’s deaf mute.

It’s cheap.
A foreign car.
Maybe bingo.
Lucky night?
Something says
It smells bad.

Ostrich, remove your head from that hole.

No more chicken soup for any soul.
This blog is starting to shed tears as I look at it.
Let's bottle it up and throw it into the sea.
Good riddance.

A Preoccupied Mind

Play the piano, only one song for I only know one.

Start an old habit of knitting.

Go out and eat with friends.

Talk to one on the phone.

Watch an old show.

Knit another row of what seems to be an unending blanket.

Read a few pages of my book.

Do a little homework.

Not hungry.

Replay my one song.

Play some music.

Take a nap.

Lie awake in the living room with the natural light peering in.

It gets dark outside, close the blinds.

Write a stupid blog.

Reminisce.

Sleep.

Nope, it’s a no go.

No sleep, no food.

The clock ticks, the mind wanders, and my body suffers.

J.C.

Embarrassed to talk to my parents about, I told you.
Train rides to New York and a trip abroad to Italy every day after school.
Close my eyes and cut the mushrooms and don’t forget a smashed finger too.
Fatty and Chiquita, great friends forever.
Remember the Sprinker? “Iiii neeeedddd a runnnnnneerrrrrrr!”
or how about crooked lip stripper? Haha, this poem is so informal.
 My buddy, I miss you.

I remember going on the cooks’ line when you weren’t looking and surprising you with this guy.

It was simple, but hilarious to us.

For me at work, you were such a plus.

Although, I only picture you through a letter now,

You’re the friend that’s better than ever.

You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol

A Parting

Those moments are remembered, but gone forever.

It haunts us at night and keeps us awake.

We follow the path of ghosts,

Waiting and hoping for what used to be.

Denial is not a path leading to the future.

This time the mountain is too high,

It’s not the time to give up but the time to let go.

Farewell to something that was never meant to last.

One of My Favorite Movies

Desired in Absence

The wind is so gentle,

Its breeze is a relief and comes on its own

Yet we take advantage of it.

It isn’t until its absence on a hot day that we realize we desire it.

Amazing

Martin Scorsese, Steven Spielberg, Francis Ford Coppola, and George Lucas

Enough said.



The Bird

The bird spreads his wings and can go wherever he pleases, but
trained by himself, he makes the same journey as before.
He never looks back and is completely focused on his destination.
He passes the view of the flowers that sit on tope of the hill an dthe oceans that crash against the rocks.
Occasionally he stops for a rest only to spend it alone.
His feathers more beautiful than a peacocks and desired by many,
They remain unshared an dseen only from a distance.
Because of his way to avoid everything along his path,
He will never be hurt by the hunter and will make it to his destination,
Untouched and alone.

Lost Control

One hour and thirty minutes that I have been sitting in this same café and I feel like writing.  I’m not sure, but as of now I am falling asleep, but at the same time I am being very productive with my work.  Maybe I’m sleepy because of the fact that I am exhausted.  I believe I have lost all ability to close my eyes and sleep.  Something so simple and wanted by my body, but I don’t allow myself.  If only I had a switch to remove all thoughts from my head to sleep peacefully.  Anyway, I am not making any sense and I need to get back to work so I can feel accomplished at something. 

A Time to Ponder

I’m trying to do work, but I’m always in another place than where I am.  Of course, not physically.  I was just thinking about the very few people I can actually call friends.  I find it kind of funny that most of my friends are older and not just by a few years, but by many years.  I think it’s because I enjoy their stories and experiences.  They love to talk if they have someone that listens.  I always hope that one day when I reach an age of seniority, that I meet someone like myself, someone young and interested in my life experiences.  I also hope that I can become like my old friends who have so many interesting stories.  I want my mental book to be just as large as theirs.  Anyway that is just one of my thoughts as I sit here in this retro looking library. 

Scarred and Healed

The clouds become greyer as the shadow disappears into the black hole of the universe.  It is not a case of Alzheimer’s disease, but the constant silent tick of time embedded into the hard drive of the body that creates the distance between one point and another.  The time it takes for the Earth to completely rotate 360 degrees on its axis seems to become longer and suddenly nothing is as satisfying as it once was.  Winter days last twelve months and the leaves never reappear on the trees.  It is not until the realization of self-independence that the two points no longer connect and the time of darkness was just the time to mend our other missing half together again.  Once again whole and ready to walk through the clouds to see the light, a new path is taken and we walk it alone for it is a life of one and not two.     

No Purpose

Another blog? The reason I write, I think to myself, is such a great question.  There is no purpose.  It helps no one, it only expresses how I’m feeling at the moment, and is only visible to me.  I own a blog and have no right.  I can’t write, I am nowhere near the greatest authors of all time.  They would laugh at my ignorance and falsity of creating art.  Why not just keep a diary?  Why continue this useless crap?  Is it an excuse to stay in the comfort of my home?  I’m not sure, but I do enjoy it.  An odd observance?  I think so.

Change...

So looking back on what I used to do before I was so dependent on another person, I realized I haven’t been performing up to my full potential.  I’ve been focusing on the wrong things in life right now and I need to be more selfish and my work ethics need to go back to what they used to be.  I’ve become lazy and have been excusing myself from all my mistakes.  A long run/walk can really make me think and I’m glad someone suggested that to me.  Sometimes I believe life is complicated, but really, I have a family who loves me, I am getting a great education, I have more than what I need, and the opportunities I have are unlimited.  I’m spoiled, just as all the others around me.  We walk around with our heads down, feeling sorry for ourselves when really we have nothing to be sorry about.  We aren’t children roaming the streets for scraps of food.  We need to be helping others.  I’m not sure what I really want to do when I get out of school, but I’m not sure it has anything to do with advertising and if it does, it will be with a non-profit.  I think I’m ready to become a person that a stranger who lacks the opportunities that I have to depend on me.  Isn’t that the purpose of life? Helping others?  We can’t take our money with us when we die so why try so hard for those luxuries?  I’m not totally against all luxuries, I’m just simply saying we don’t need all of them.  I think it’s a time to give.