Carlos, 30 march 2012
I do not have to be told many truths
I know I am not god perfect
Or statue beautiful
I have flaws by the millions and counting
I am wrong for you in every way
Yet, I feel as you are right for me in so many more.
We couldn’t have been more oppositely different
Peasant and Royalty
Their love only triumphs in fairy tales
And unfortunately I don’t have a Fairy God-Mother
Or carry a wand with sparkling magic
I live in the real world where happiness comes far in between
And for only short periods of time.
And you,
Well, you are…you.
Your every move flows like a mountain stream
Delicate and patient, yet swift
Every object you touch stays with a lingering aroma
Giving away a fragrance so exotic and unique
That stuns me on the spot
Leaving me breathless and paralyzed
Your sentences echo with magnificent tunes
I can barely keep up with their meaning
For all I know you could be talking about constellations and the oh so many moons
I get lost in their beauty
Like a rose in a maze.
And like I said you,
Well, you are...everything.
Carlos, 4 january 2012
Walking into class, there I saw his flawless self,
With such simple clothing and not a worry in the world,
He carries himself with a crouched back, he has nobody to impress.
He sleeps all class long,
Yet he keeps up with all the classwork,
He has no one to talk to,
He just sits backs and relaxes.
I try to pay attention in Psychology,
I don't want my hopes up,
But my eyes always become uncontrolable,
And they end up gazing at him.
He catches me most of the time,
And I start to panic,
I bet he thinks of me as a stalker,
Or the weird kid in class.
I notice myself unconciously acting different,
All the things a person can do to me,
I can't help but to feel weak,
We also have lunch together,
And I stare at him too many times,
He looks at me back,
Such a confusing expression on his eyes,
His beautiful and soft killing sight,
And when he looks,
It's almost like he knows what Im thinking,
I feel,
Hopeless.
I hate having feelings that will clearly not be returned,
But,
I don't, I can't help who I've fallen in love with.
Carlos, 4 january 2012
Have I found you,
On Rygar Boulevard,
Walking with a white and red pill down your system,
Looking suspicious at the quirky shadows of the night.
Have you been lost all this time?
Have you been looking for me,
With those baby brown eyes?
Have you taken the time to consider,
That not all that falls has been broken,
Nor anybody but yourself,
Can fix the fragile drum on your chest.
Have you been smoking,
Packs and pack of endless cigarretes,
Making excuses,
Saying it calms you...down.
Have I ever been as glad,
To encounter you on my midnight shift,
Walking towards a trash can,
Singing a one man opera,
And whispering to myself the craziest of things.
Have I found you,
Waving at me,
Smiling with your baby brown eyes,
Joining my song in the heart of the night.
Have I found you,
Or is it you who has saved me from myself?
I'll never know,
And I couldn't care less...
But now within your bubble of satin and warmth,
I render myself,
And fall to your knees.
I surrender who I've been and who I've become,
For who you are.
Carlos, 4 january 2012
The light from the barn makes a perfect isosceles triangle; A sign that the doorway is unquestionably open and somebody is soon to return. I await as I sit on the primrose colored boards, And count the planes gliding by the amethyst colored sky. My thoughts deflect reason, As I embrace conformity. My body rejects the feeling of inferiority, While showering itself with a bucket of pity. I hear her mumbles and moans, As well as his grunts and purrs. My attention then catches the protests of the barn, As it shakes and jerks in a rocking motion, annunciating the climax of their encounter. Later on I heard that she took a ride on his joystick, And I found myself jealous. Of which one of the two? I still haven't figured it out...
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