Pablo is the drum that never stops beating
A sound that you can hear for miles
You can feel the good vibrations that surrounds his aura
A passion for music, an urge to go faster, and an endless amount of unconditional love for everything
His words of wisdom
The actions we use day to day
Taught by him
and the seed of knowledge that he shared with all of us
We will take the seed of Pablo and plant it into the universe
For him and for all to eat from the tree of life
He has left us
Thank you Pablo for the music and the frontside grinds. You are the sound.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
A place where we feel minuscule
All the gray soaking our vision
Pushing for comfort
Faster for fear
The whole city on our glossy eyes
Not sure what route we will take
As long as our paths meet at the end
In our tiny city, with our big hearts
We come together as one
The moon connects us
If we keep our chins up
Pushing for comfort
Faster for fear
Away in the distance
The beautiful words of love
Pablo is always near
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
The feeling where your insides are in slow motion
You begin to feel your heart beat
Only hearing what is repeating in your brain
Making up fictional thoughts
Focusing on what is not real
The feeling that makes you go deaf
Your concentration is on one thing only
There is nothing in the moment that could help it
Mesmerized by what is not real
The feeling of being desolate
Emptiness brings bitterness
As sweet as this may be
You lose your appetite for it
Craving what is not real
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
It's like I try to close my eyes
But when they shut
My head starts to pound
I think about how attached I am
To the things that don't really matter
Beings that don't really be
An outrageous amount of broken beauty
Every little piece is there
But I always find myself
Gazing at what I think is real
Thinking about its existence
Wishing it was reachable
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
We need more pens
Why do we need more pens?
Because with these pens
We will write cool things
We can write poems:
Poem: Not Tangible
Space can't be ****** with
What is tangible
Humans are tangible
We can touch,
We can take
We don't need; we want
We want because we are
attached to the touchable beings
Being is hard; letting things be is hard
Being me means free
Free me
Please let me be
I don't feel tangible.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
Punched me in the guts
I know that I can't tell you it
You already know
Saying what ever is on your mind
Is saying what ever just whatever?
I showed you the part
Apart of me
A part of me
Part of me isn't going to be
Because what ever I can be
I will be
But what is a matter? I do not.
Punched me in the guts
I tried to say it
But you could not.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
Swallowing dejection
The throat is throbbing
Fog is appearing
And smoke is covering
A reclusive setting
With no more company
An obstinate mind
Eyes set on you
Batty and insane
The color turns blue
Wasted feelings
Drunk off tears
Minimal breathing
The end is near.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
I feel like I am suffocating
There is a small hole
A tunnel to my memory
A place that is not empty
Some place where my breath takes me
A tunnel with no air at the end
But things I remember
Things I always will see
Eyes shut with mouth
I don't breathe here
I just see
Observe
Recall
Cry
There is no more but black now
Nothing but fear and paranoia
Speechless and despondent
I can't breathe;
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
You wake up and just start writing
Anything that is on your inflated mind
Your mind filled with thoughts, thoughts that
Are good, bad, sad, happy,
And you're just overwhelmed by its ability to hold such a capacity of all these emotions
Emotions you cannot control because we don't understand the way it works
Or even how we work
We don't understand the way people work
The way people see and do things
No control over anything
Sometimes we find ourselves doing something
That we couldn't see ourselves doing
And people tell us we're doing these things
Because everyone else can see too
But that's life right?
You do things just to remember you're still alive or even existing
Or just so other people can see you exist
I can sit here and see if I am still here
Stay here and see if I am still there.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
It's hard to sleep
It's easy to weep
I can't count sheep
This means to me
To me, it's easy
Easy to breath
When something goes wrong
I try to find the positives in me
But your feelings are hurting
And so are mine
I'm finding it hard to define this line
Why should I care about the matter that doesn't?
It doesn't because you were there and I wasn't
Have you ever been placed somewhere you do not want to be?
Have you imagined what you would be doing if you were free?
When I pass people I wonder if they see my face in their dreams
Often, I confuse my dreams with reality and my reality with my dreams
So nothing is real
And now I can sleep.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC