When I think about it
My throat swells up
And I can feel my stomach lurch into my chest
My body's caving in
And tears fall slowly from my face
Wiping them away
I remember
This is not how you're supppsed to feel

I have not triumphed over armies or doubts,
I have not gone into battles with cries and
finished with victory,
I am not a chess master
I am not epic,
I can play no instrument, or have perfect pitch
I have no treasured wisdom at my call,
no deep pool from which to draw,
I am not epic,
I have not ran into chaos or darkness,
not knowing what my chances are,
of being epic,
because, I am not,
my faith is at times like mustard
without the seed,
watered down, not epic,
I do not ride a stallion,
or have tigers as my beasts,
I have a dog, aging as fast as she walks,
we are not epic,
I can not unleash an arrow from any bow,
with accuracy, but I can say, the fights
I have fought, I can count on one hand,
and none were epic, maybe mistakes,
I did not sacrifice my friends lives or mine
to save a princess, the queen or the Land,
I have not fought dragons,
or black forces of night
I am not epic,
I have never received near fatal wounds,
I have not stepped in front of an arrow,
meant for someone else,
that would epic,
and I am not epic...yet.

you were merely
a passing fancy
a nice bouquet
in the front
window
of a flower shop
I enjoyed you
I employed you
while you
were fresh
while you were new
but wilting is inevitable
even the freshest flower
turns to dust
eventually

and that good side
you told yourself
that you saw in me?
a magnificent lie

so please stop
with the poems
keep me out of it
I don't need the attention

I'm not here to be
your friend
I'm not here to be
a good guy

I'm sorry

I'm not going to lie, I lie everyday. I live life as a lie.
Don't listen to anything I say.
But this... is all I have.

I'm half mexican and use that to my advantage,
my parents divorced and I felt abandoned.
I study what once was because thats all we are meant to be, lost bones in the ground
I study the most interesting creature on this planet, human beings.
What's interesting is we all have different beliefs. All my friends want something from me yet all these friends don't know I never speak proudly.
I give everything out but have nothing to offer,
it's like a postal service, decayed just like my father. Still breathing, but so ashamed of life it's no wonder my mom needed cleaning. A new space, in the same house. I grew up thinking I knew what love was about, but don't we all?
I work in a restaurant and make the best to get words out of lungs. things that I never knew are passed along because of me, the snake whispers from my tongue.
I've caused pain and happiness to the most opposite of individuals, I actually hate I love yous because they are not believable.
I have trouble sleeping. I spend time watching tv shows actually believing things can come true. to find the right moment to say the "I Do's." To stop believing would be smarter, so I wouldn't act a fool.
I enjoy Shakespeare because misery loves comedy, I stole that line from a rapper named Lou because he provides a real remedy.
I fail more often than not but I never plan to stay in the same spot.
This is just a little bit about me, happen to like? let me know, please.

i you the world


               tread

'pon the wind


      lightly we


dash across deeply curving hushness
our lips to kiss

every blade o' grass sweating
somewhat demurely to ****
by the flutter of breath
and the sting of hulking Summer

to liven slumber
and stir darkness into light

(we should go to Paris where i will
with my not always hands
pierce your youth
and wear you on my fingers singing


singing i

wi

         llwe'll

go to the neck of everything
and die so hotly crushing
our bodies on bodies

we'll die in the rain

we'll die


we'll die



we'll die(kiss