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Sep 2021 · 427
What is Love
Julian Pacheco Sep 2021
As I sit here reminiscing about my life, Knife in hand, I just ask myself as to how I’ve gotten as far as I have. Twenty years old and so absent of life. I have never had a partner nor friends, or any kind of near and dear human interaction for that matter.

I was raised in foster care from the age of nine.

When I was seven, my mother was tethered to a life support machine.
At the age of nine, my father, fragile and weak committed suicide.

The note went something like this:

“I know you may never understand and I’m not sorry, but you may thank me some day…”

I never understood the message until now, sitting here, slicing into the tender skin within the confines of my hand looking over the horizon.

A gentle drip follows…

I’m glad my father did what he did…

I’ve been taught and invaluable lesson…

That the human soul, albeit intangible, is not infallible.

The same holds true for the will.
Both have yet to be seen much less heard, by a being that breathes the same air as you and I, foolishly we continue to live our lives and ignore these facts so we may keep faith that they exist.

A cool sensation begins to overwhelm me...

Perhaps their intangibility is what has kept them pure and free of human kinds’ seemingly instinctual want to poke, ****, and risk possibly destroying something they do not understand until it is understood…

I mean let’s take a look at love.

Love, likewise to the will and the soul is also intangible.

What would love be if you can do what I have done to this very moment and take a sharpened steel blade and tear beneath the skin to understand what truly lies below it surface.
Short story
Mar 2017 · 711
Time
Julian Pacheco Mar 2017
Time....

A human construct

A self imposed constraint

The most wide spread form of control

Cynical...

It does not *speak...


It does not touch...

It does not intend to influence

But it does...

As it quietly passes your mind scrambles

Becoming sick, Twisted, and uncontainably loud

You shriek in silence to a non existent crowd

Found in silence you're desperation consumes you with fear..

You think this is it

My life... No matter what I do... There will never be enough of it..

I'm just not enough...

I may never be enough..

Your mind clouds with doubt,

Darkened by memories of the past

Yet Livid with fears of the unforeseen future...

Yet here you still remain,

Idle..

Pensive...

Allowing life to unravel right before you,

Never asking so much as why ...
Sep 2015 · 870
*Intangible*
Julian Pacheco Sep 2015
Close* but Far,
Believed but not seen,
Felt but not touched;
That is the human soul.

Touched,  only by Love...
Moved, only by Music..
Free thinking.
Dec 2014 · 467
I've been told
Julian Pacheco Dec 2014
Life is not a game
Life is not always the same
Life is not easy
Life is not complete without pain

However...

I've seen people play
I've seen people change
I've seen people strive
I've seen people come alive

But only to in the end to take the same 6ft dive...
We only leave our names on stones and legacies behind for others to continue where our own paths left off...
Dec 2014 · 549
She..
Julian Pacheco Dec 2014
As she sleeps the angels watch over
one of their own
She is full of grace, yet make no mistake
you shan't twist her fate,
she's young and she's witty,
and far beyond pretty.
She's a soldier and a commander,
so  go ahead take a great gander,
for she is just one. Rare and alone,
there won't ever be clone.
So cherish her as she be,
for true love is surely rested
in thee...
Dec 2014 · 2.0k
10w poem on love
Julian Pacheco Dec 2014
Love is war, love is life, love me not tonight...
Its funny what you can think and feel about love...

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