like an earring in your earlobe,
my thoughts hung,
Pendulating back and forth,
Trying to whisper in your ears
"Come-hither my love"

but ah too fierce was your walk,
And my thoughts,
Pendulated back and forth timidly,,
That I just hung
Like that earring in your earlobe.

Too thin to break
Too thin to be
Like a piece of paper
I wanted to be

With lines on me
With lines on me

So I could speak without having to think
So I could speak as if someone wrote phrases in me

But I'm too thin, too thin to break
That when i speak without having to think
Like a piece of paper, I'm blown away
And soon, I find me blank
With nothing written on my mind.
And I start to think, I start to think
Until I am too thin, too thin to break

And I break, oh I break

into little pieces... And that's my end.

I've grown to hate you Hate
And I hate that I hate you
Because I've never truly hated you
I simply loved every feeling
Every emotion
in my body

I cherished everything
Every single feeling that made me human
But Hate, you are inhuman

I see me not, I see me not.
I have no mirror to reflect me on.
But in a river, I see me yes
And my reflection,
it's like the current

Still

Streaming

Still

Going on...

Dec 2, 2014

When I'm moody,
Color me blue and let me cry.
Let my eyes be as immense as the sky,
So you may watch them day and night.
So you may see why I become stubborn and blind.

Let the clouds in my eyes
be blown by the wind into other skies
Let the clouds clear up Before your eyes
And when sunshine rays appear in them
be sure to know
That is a genuine smile

Love,

Call me today, tomorrow, or the next one
Call me in a week, a month, or a year
I'll wait,
But call me.

I'll be a telephone line, a wire to your voice, a speaker in your cellphone,

I'll be.

I'll be just waiting for a dial. Then  if I find it. I'll be just waiting for you to dial: the numbers in my heart, the combinations that makes this connections connects us both, so I may listen to your voice without you saying a single word....

But call me

Love.

I've gone insane, and took the In
Out of the Insane
And now, that sane remains
It doesn't feel the same

I wandered letters in between my dreams
I searched for words and I found a sentence in between
And now I search for nothing
And nothing comes
I always find that which I'm searching for

I searched for death and I found it in my friends
I searched for love and I found it in me instead

What is it God that I must search now, let me know!
What is it God that I must find in order to move on?

I searched for you and I found you in my soul.
I searched for you and I found you in every human in the world.
Then I searched and searched for me,
Until I found me lost,
I searched and searched,
And I found what I searched for

But that was before I took the In
Of out the Insane
And now that sane remains
Nothing feels the same

There lays asleep, my lady of dreams,
Wake her up and help me dream,
But if by chance, she walks asleep
Don't wake her up, guide her towards me

I see the stars brightly shine,
I see the waves ebbing back,

So if you see her in her even'g gown
And if you see her in the shorelines
Don't wake her up, guide her towards me
Don't wake her up, else she'll scream in fear

Just guide her back into my life
Just guide her back into my path

But don't wake her up, or you'll disturb her dreams
Don't wake her up if she walks asleep
Don't wake her up unless she lays there asleep
Under the moonlight
Under a palm at the beach

He pedal till the petals fell...
Everyday, he'd pedal to his yard
To water the plants and make the greens stand out
But ever time he came to his yard
He watered the plants
But he never saw behind his back.

Thus he pedal till the petals fell
And until then
While looking at the road,
He saw the petals and realized
that I was the flower on his back.

His life.

First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet,
but later, I was a can of soda,
that became squashed by your feet.
Empty and with nothing else to give,
someone found me,
and recycled me
to become a keychain in their hand.

In this depressive day, when rain falls like tears
could you hold me like a pen, in between your hand?
and once you have secured me by the waist
Could you move me until you write everything I say?
For I tend to forget that I too can express myself.

I think I fried my brain.
my god, I can't think. I am in pain.
I studied a book per day,
Okay, perhaps a page a day...
but I think I thought too much
my head hurts with a touch
And if I stretch my thoughts a bit,
they break with a crunchy noise

What if I told you,
That when I sleep, I like hugging my pillow.
And what if I told you,
that sometimes, when I sleep,
I like feeling my pillow in between my legs
and not just in my head?

What if I told you,
That my blanket covers me from the cold
but that it is my pillow,
the one that helps me feel safe?

So what if I told you
That that pillow is you and no one else?

And if in my sleep, I find me
widely awake,
I would question, if this is me
Or just a dream
But if in my sleep, I find me
Well asleep,
I may not question, if this is me
Or my dreams,
I would simply sleep.

Subsequently,
If while awake, I find me
Kind of asleep,
I may question, if this me
is me or a dream

Though
if while awake, I find me
Widely awake
I have to say, I would simply live.

Sometimes,
I feel like an old soul trying to find rest
Just rocking my chair
To and fro
To and fro
To the rhythm of the day
To the breeze that greets my hair
To the lightbulbs in the porch
To the moon above the roof
To the squirrels in the trees
Just to and fro
Just to and fro

L.L.

Nov4

When I was born, I may just have slept
Between a bed with torns and petals
One side beign heaven
The other hell
So if in my sleep, I turn to torns
I may bleed to awake in pain
And if I turn to petals
I may continue to peacefully sleep

Day
You come along without pretending
Sometimes you are moody
Stormy, windy, sunny
Other times, you are cold

But you don't pretend
You are who you are
Regardless, people like you or not
But most of the time
They accept you the way you are
And in some occasions
They even try to acclimatize their lives
according to your moods

Creativity is nothing out of the ordinary
It's like drinking water
A couple of liters throughout the day
Working,
Exercising,
Going for a walk
Feeling the wind against our skin;
Sweating
Then arriving home.
Preparing a hot meal. Cleaning.
Showering.
Then off to bed
That's how creativity is

Tiring ourselves with the routine,
Until while relaxed
The ideas start to flow
As if they were a dream

Night
you are dark,
though stars keep you company
even the moon accompanies you
See, you make everyone shine
everyone
except you

Written by: L.L.

I feel as lonely as the stool in the kitchen
no one speaks, there are no lights,
Everyone sits on the sofa including the kitten
Not even the dog barks.

Too often too soon
I swam towards the deepest part of the sea
But I retreated like a boat
beign pushed back into the shores
by the same tides
that once pushed me towards you

I added
a bit of bitsy liquid sugar
A viscous substance,
Now
dripping from my spoon
like moonlight onto a lake of cereal

Oh that sweet, motherly nectar
That in between petals
flourished
That which with pollen
Bees pollinated
And that from which
They made
Honey
And my bowl of cornflakes
Taste
So sweetly

A day to pray,
I kneel to say,
My lord I'm here
On this bench

With my palms
In front of me
I come to you
To seek the truth
In this church
Your humble abode
That I call home
I come to you
Please free my soul
My loving God

And let me burn
From any sin
Like the incense
In the altar does
Free

And if I had known
that like lighting you would strike my home
I would have flee into another land
just to secure the lives of those
whom I love

but if I had known
that like rain you would flood my love
I would have gone to the highest peak
this planet of ours has

yet if I had known
that like a river in a desert
you would evaporate from my life
I would have been a desert
all along

Somewhere in white pages, I lost you.
I call it your letters - boxes in the attic:
unread, unwritten.
Empty envelopes with a recipient,
And a sender, but with no content,
with no story, with no reminder
of us ever being together.

And it is true, that if tomorrow
the oceans go dry
and the seas vaporize
like water in a pan,
I won't know how to react.

I might scream,
I might hear my aunt scream
I might see my grandma rush
to the stove.
I might see my mother
rush to my grandma.
I might see them spill water
from the faucet
onto the pan on fire
While I stand still

still watching how the world reacts
as the oceans go dry
as the seas vaporize
and there isn't a stove
nor water
to set the fire on Earth off.