Despite the possibility that what’s set afire might be set to expire I really just want you and for us to acquire the trust we desire A deep passionate love, an infinite supplier Raging within us, the California wildfires I want this June to be an amplifier, taking us higher, Climbers up on high gear.… Continue reading desire.
Tag: Creative Writing
Interdependence joins two souls, helps them, makes them adhere Interdependence is a type of control, And now, I just wanna be here But if you add up all of the coefficients The future just seems to interfere There’s something missing, lacking, insufficient The painful realization is that This is fear. Fear, in its rawest form… Continue reading fear.
To wonder at a potential happiness experienced at the side of a competent companion… yes, it can be beautiful and full of laughter and attraction. But to ever expect such beauty to continue after the first accounts of such joy… Ah there’s the trick; that’s the penalty, perhaps, of indulging in so much joy, is that… Continue reading sweet poison
April 21, 2014 "Your heart is beating really fast," she whispered to him, fear backing every word. His lips that twisted and tongue that tricked her performed those evil kisses, Each kiss was draped in a blinding black lace of hope and inadvisable blisses. He hummed a tune, and she wordlessly hoped that playing with… Continue reading misconstrued
There was a young girl, And that's what she was: Young. Only that idea didn't feel right, Like a pair of pants, Too loose over here, Too tight over there, No, she wouldn't say she was Young, But she was. Her outlook of future, Always oscillated, Hopeful this day, Pessimistic the next, Except the hope… Continue reading Young
rancheras y la tierra
//written December 1 2014 Mamá me diga que cuándo tengo 18 años, en un año She will sign over the land to me. “Mi hija” she says, “estás fuerte y intelligente” I giggle. Nobody is stronger than Mamá. “Te amo” I say. Seis mesas hasta que cumplen 18 años, I am nervous to own… Continue reading rancheras y la tierra
keep me on repeat
//circa 2015 When I read books, I read them quickly. I get excited about the next book I want to read. I find myself feathering my fingers through the pages of books still untouched. My hope is to finally find a book I can’t put down, that I read until the pages tear, and my… Continue reading keep me on repeat
Snowdrift (seeing with eyes closed)
“They are struggles which question the status of the individual: on one hand, they assert the right to be different, and they underline everything which makes individuals truly individual. On the other hand, they attack everything which separates the individual, breaks his links with others, splits up community life, forces the individual back on himself,… Continue reading Snowdrift (seeing with eyes closed)
//circa March 2016 A comet is flying, shooting past in the sky headed towards a planet. Rocks floating by keep hitting the comet, but it continues to speed towards its impending destruction. The farmer, with his parched lips and muddy shoes, heads inside his home after a long day of tending to the fields. He… Continue reading Shooting Star