There came a day to say goodbye to Love-
It was on this coincidental day when we take a walk,
you can hold my hand but we choose to turn every once and awhile to look at each other.
we’re young and this sets the stage for every other time, we share something into the future.
it was drawn out, long winded and wordy, small words being thrown back and forth.
it feels like a story form, from foam, from forms of foam, it’s stormy remembering it was about- Love.
my eyes can’t keep themselves off your lips and they’re drowned in your eyes
why my being melts is a wonder to me
but existence is priceless
Careless she is with artful care,
Affecting to seem unaffected.
You should never be too far from where you could be at.
Ni siquiera tenía que respirar para vivir su muerte.
Tomorrow Never Waits-
Should have known better
should have known, something
just what we think
the shape- ways
in the end it is
it’s Trying to change, and its all the same
right back at the start of the end
was it all wrong or was it all different
and the shapes are never the same
you can’t complete that which is not complete on its own
slipping between the moments
the keys can be heard and the doors are always better opened
let me close the doors
the person that opens the door-
that life is like glass transparent and fragile
it’s like… you know what i mean?
stop saying that- your repeating yourself
lets go back to the beginning, so…
it was all out and nothing matters- it was me, it was, her, now that i remember.
you know it all seems so far away and an age can be lived in one’s years.
Yeah that’s how it started, when direction was in flux, & the beach looks so much more beautiful when you don’t know what it means.
So this conversation has to happen- that’s what you think.
the most important thing is to just do , don’t over think don’t second guess,
do it how you want to do it, my way.
does it matter how to feel
how do you feel?
does anything change
do you want to hear what to say
where does what to say come from,
nothing can change the past-
to be in love and to feel love for someone,
we can’t be sold on love & security
there’s a couple of things to remember about, the then and the now-
purpose changes, and it’s hard sometimes to remember and within time there’s feelings
saying good bye was always hard when traveling, in the end though one always comes home-
sometimes home has no heart
goodbye time, goodbye-
letting go was easy when you had only to get rid of time, only to forget the past
it was all too easy and it means more just to waste times
the house was abandoned and she yelled at the top of her lungs.
cough up the blood and tell me what it taste like,
Acid in the mouth with a foul feeling in the stomach,
something was wrong, something was the matter-
My broken heart told me my last poem was based on a true story
it won’t help-
this changes nothing.
The grass is always greener when, that sounds good-
further between the lines
it turned into the worst
right back at the start of things
seeing the back of my head led me to realize
every time there’s going to be one more thing to learn
tomorrow waits for no one,
between the years time had given the seasons
between the end, time had forgotten its beginning
she told me everything that had to be heard
she told me never to forget her name
she said bring me security
bring me to the future
tell me all the worries of the unknown
bring me between my thoughts and tell me-
who you are
is who i am
Then, perhaps, because of it, I could remember my life without repugnance.
Again, in a cycle of thought.
Again we started with a cycle of thoughts.
Once more- the impression of the cycle of thoughts.
It comes and goes but your reminded that the ending and the beginning will come again.
Again, it felt unusual to reoccupy the same space at a different time.
At the time the cycle is- perpetual, escape is impossible.
You couldn’t realize it, the end was being sketched out, ahead of time-
How could this be- Again?
Something other than what was going on was happening, again-
Irony and humour reflect also upon themselves and so belong in the sphere of infinite resignation, they owe their resilience to the individual’s incommensurability with reality.*52