personal, ramblings, thoughts

Jazz Bands and Pole Fitness

And here it happens again. After a lot of heated love-giving that had been going on around here, I completely neglected my relationship with my blog (and my only creative outlet for the time being) because I took it for granted and wanted to have some fun around. In fact, I neglected it almost as much as I have neglected myself.

Thinking about the past two and a half months puts me in a state of raw panic because I have absolutely no idea where all the 101,969 minutes went. Like seriously, no clue. Even my planner cannot keep up with the pace of the Earth spinning. I feel like there’s a cosmic conspiracy to speed up our revolution around the Sun because there has been so much $#%! going on around here that it feels kinda obliged to make more time pass by before the next catastrophe strikes. Or it just wants to see if the hideous Mexican wall will be visible from space. #whoknows

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Sin mejores palabras

Nosotros somos como el cielo y el mar.
Si veas en el horizonte
Hay una línea fina donde se besan indefinidamente
Pero en realidad
Nunca ni se tocan.

Somos la misma color de azul
Vive y se mueve en acuerdo con el tiempo
Pero somos hechos de materiales diferentes
Uno crece con los manos hacia el sol
Y el otro siempre quiere bailar con la luna.

Tú y yo.
Con los ojos celestiales, tuyos y míos.
Siempre conectados pero nunca juntos.
Siempre en mis pensamientos, nunca en mi corazón.

first one written in Spanish. if there are any mistakes please let me know!

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Your Truth And Nothing But

Seems as if I am numb.
As the wounds have started healing,
I am left with no ink to write on old parchment,
No tears to stain the written words,
And no cuts left for me to lick the blood off.

Seemed as if I would only hurt.
As days have passed and gone by,
I realized that is the case only if you count them,
Not if you let time gently stroke your hair
And sing you lullabies for good night.

Turns out it is all a choice.
As the songs you sang don’t ring a bell,
I am done with empty words of a man I thought I knew,
No bed in a room in a house that you’d come back to
And Everything I Do, I’m Not Gonna Think Of You.

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I want to have you endlessly
Feel you like the first sip of coffee in the morning
Have you warm me up inside
Drinking inch by inch of my torn-apart skin.
I want you to have me regardless
Of all my insecurities and all my scars
Watch them heal one by one
As you kiss them one by one.
I want us to keep on diving
Deeper into each others’s souls.
Consume me all bits and parts
Have me, I am yours to take.

personal, poetry, ramblings, thoughts, works of fiction

Your Leaving: Stages of Grief (4/5) [hero-less]

  1. Denial
  2. Anger
  3. Bargaining
  4. Depression

i. As a boomerang, spinning, back to its source
Different in looks, your manners were coarse
You stripped your shirt off and all I could see
A hole in your chest where your “S” sign used to be.

ii. Where was my Superman, my avenger, my part?
Where was the man that taught me how to love?
Where was the boy I held dearly in my arms?
Where was his wit, the smile, and his charms?

iii. For too long I was seeing a saviour in you
Someone who knew all my demons were true
Someone who fought, with nails and blood
Someone who dragged me alive through the mud.

(But that is all gone, all too soon.)

iv. Sometimes it’s nothing loud and screaming
It is solely the realisation that what I was believing
Was only something I really wanted to see
A hero in a little boy that is more afraid than me.

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