I've become a dull knife.
unable to slice or pierce the thinnest material.
Now merely a dud of a firecracker,
Where I used to be a explosion tearing apart the night sky.

A tired metaphor, that merely wants to sleep until the day my soul reawakens.

A big blue building.
With little blue people inside.
Blue workers rushing to please blue managers.
Falling into place naturally and poetically like soldier ants,
but feeling the pain of a harsh, corporate America.

When I live this place,
only then will I be human again.
only then will I be happy again.

I always knew
that there was a reason as to
why we would not be together.

only time has revealed to me
now
the true reason.

usted no entiende todo lo que soy.

I'm sleep deprived
Lost in my lies
and hypnotized
Love in your eyes.

This town does something to me.
the loneliness.
isolation.
boredom.
it always comes back here.
same as last year.
same as this year.
same as next year i'm sure.

almost time to ramble on.

I had a poem prettymuch written about myself.
However, I'm not nearly that narcissistic.
so instead here's a few things I like:
I like coffee,
Evenings,
Music,
And you.

Now tell me a little about yourself.

My writing is best at night.

Everyone else is comfortable and safe in bed.
I delve into the chaos and madness in my psyche.
I reach deep into my soul to find what treasures lie there.
I find a way to express it through words.

I hope to share these treasures with others.
Others who would not judge or misinterpret my soul.
Others who would instead critique my expression and techniques.