tell me who you think I am
for that, I will be grateful
as time passes, my mind has wondered
does anyone know who I am at all?
I feel undiscovered, over looked

I am a rock that people climb
to scan the horizon line
then repel back down
and unite with one they used me to find

if I had a theme song
it would be candid conversations at a bar
it would be over an hour long
and it would seem to go on and on and on

I am nothing more
than something people take pictures with
a tourist site, a mile marker
a stepping stone, a walking stick
something I'm beginning to comes to terms with

I'm so tired of taking what I want,
I'm so tired of trying so hard,
Don't wanna find the truth,
I'm okay with the silence I live with.

Things will happen, they always do,
And I will not stop them,
Why hold back an elephant,
When it is too strong for you.

Sin tu, tengo tristeza,
Mi alma estâ vacia,
"Ayuda, ayuda. ¡Por favor!"
"K."

This is why I must find my gold in the banks of a dry river.

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

I'm writing you a note
just because
because I'm feeling like
I have to
feeling like I'm
helpless here
and without your rough
forceful touch
I'm angry and aching
craving my bittersweet
agonies
wickedness creeping up
from the black hole
that hides behind
my human skin
please
pathetic and weak
though I likely seem
I'm willing to beg
down on my knees
grated concrete
scraping against my flesh
scratched and bloodied
and I'm pleading
make your palms, your
fingertips, piercing stings
hold me down
**** me and take any
notions of my possessing
power far away
make me see how
I'm nothing, just
worthless and infuriating
and you, so much like a god
why yes, you're the god
god of everything
so break me down
and rip me
limb from limb
and seam by seam
for I am merely a
servant girl
and you've the part
of the cruel king
come to me now
please come
come and punish me
I am nothing, lost
perplexed thoroughly
without you to bring me
to life
for I only become truly alive
in moments of raw abuse
so won't you come now
please
you strong, glorious man
and help me live awhile
inside the blood and bruises
that'll be left by
your pounding, ******
hands
you're exactly the one
I want to deliver
deserved consequences for
my countless sins
a beating into submission
my soul
for a little while, at least
alert and cleansed
pleasure me by flooding me
in an ocean of  hurt
every wave some new sort
of pain
your lessons are the single
part of my existence
I long for so desperately
most passionately crave
I'm begging, come
now please
remember me, helpless here
and share the beauty
only your own source
your inner darkness can so
easily create

Love your family.
Don't scream when you get home from school. Don't swear when you're leaving for school. Never let the neighbors know you're unhappy.  Don't make your mom unhappy. Look her in the eyes, she's a person too.  She doesn't remember what it's like to be a teenager because she's too focused on making you snacks, calling the doctor, and buying you face wash.

Love people.
Trust them. Show them how lovely they are. Smile at them even though you have a pimple on your nose, they likely have one on their chin.  The handsome stoner with green skinny jeans and an extended knowledge of punk rock seems infinitely kind because he is infinitely kind. He's not looking to ***** you over and he doesn't think you're lame.  He actually thinks he's lame and he wants to get to know you. Ask how his day was, although it's old-fashioned, so are you, who cares, it will make him happy.  Ask how everyone's day was, even though you'd rather shove your unpleasant face and your trembling voice and all of your clumsy words into an old box and hand it back to God, then thank him for at least trying.

Love the world.**
Never stop looking up at trees.  Don't do it so boys nearby will think you're an enigma.  Do it because every leaf and every branch wants you to notice them. Do it to fill your head with words that make you buy more pretty notebooks.

He stands there against the silhouette of orange glow.

Hammering steel, sweating.
Hands aching slightly more each time.
"Fuerte."

He retires from his workshop.
*Duerme, "Fuerte," duerme.