Caught in a web made of thread spun from criticism and regret,
arachnids leisurely devouring skin from exposed bone,
a life made from those who have chided every step,
no escaping the entanglement,
no shelter from the ones who are meant to render love,
instead only malice is displayed over actions they refuse to forget.

Searching hopelessly for love on abandoned webs,
finding only others broken who were lost in translation,
the foul scent of decaying bodies ripped apart,
giving their lives to those who broke them down,
rotting skeletons of memories shattered on cobwebs undusted,
coming alive and putting faith in others broken who can be trusted.

Your existense
makes me happy,
but all you do
is make me sad.

I wonder what’s on the other side of the road,

Is it greener grass or fresher pastures?

Or is it a mirror reflection of the antithesis of life?

While I wait here looking down the road,

I see a shepherd, pleasantly tending his flock,

and think of those burned bridges as I run down the clock.

From the other side, I hear my name being called and those arms being waved,

that awakens me from my day dream.

But the only question still running through my mind is;

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Bought poetry magazine;
It's in English...
I do not know if my inability to understand the poems comes from not fully understanding the language, or because I am a not-well-read-***.*

He comprado una revista de poemas;
Está en inglés...
No sé si mi incapacidad por entender los poemas proviene de no comprender completamente el idioma o porque soy un asnito que no ha leído lo suficiente en su vida.

I thought Café Americano would translate into American Coffee or just Coffee, but it does not, it is still Café Americano (but I have to order it with a snotty accent to be understood).

Pensé que Café Americano se traduciría a American Coffee o sólo a café, pero no, sigue llamándose Café Americano (sólo que tengo debo pedirlo con un acento mamoncito para que me entiendan).

Now, secondary characters in my dreams speak English.
They say naughty word;
But in this language I am not disturb,
Thanks to the my access to american and british media, I am numb.

Ahora, los personajes secundarios de mis sueños hablan inglés.
Dicen palabritas sucias;
Pero en este idioma no me perturbo,
Gracias a mis años de ver porquerías en el cine, la T.V. e internet, estoy acostumbrada.

Taco Bell's Spicy Chicken Enchilada Platter
No puedo evitar desearlo cada que lo veo anunciado, y siento que es traición a mi patria.

lol
ji ji ji

LOL
JA JA JA

1 dollar
15.10 pesos.

Wow
Puta madre.

One pomegranate, $2.50
Una granada, $37.75

No pomegranates for me, thank you
Puta madre.

Love- “I don’t believe in that”,
I can’t see it, so it can’t be true,
Not enough “realness” has been witness, to prove,
Love was a game and a word that was tossed around,
But in the end, guess who it found?
I never thought it could be like this,
I have found that one that I love to kiss,
Love found me and showed without a doubt,
What this feeling is really about,
I’m glad it searched until I was found,
I float with toes floating not touching ground,
Head in the clouds,
And my heart in your hands,
Everyday that passes my love for you expands,
Every moment with you I admire,
You are my only desire,
Love- for me know, more than a word,
You alone have made my appetite for this curve,
The hunger grows everyday for you,
Finally love has found me and brought me to you.

I'm in a snow globe that you're always shaking.
Look at the glass.
I think it's breaking.

The snow settles around me like my heart in my chest,
As I realize I failed, though I tried my best.

Sometimes I hope my snow globe falls,
so my world comes crashing to an end.

Other time I wish the glass would break,
and I'll be free.
So i won't have to strive for you to be proud of me.

But for now, I'm content
in my cold, dim dome.
When will I please you,
or make you proud?

Who really knows?

One. Two. Clear.
One. Two. Clear.
The dark begins to fade.
Here it comes again.
One. Two. Clear.
I would like to go swimming,
maybe in Florida.
We’ll bring her this time.
How does she look now?
She’ll splash us.
The water would hit me like needles.
Penetrating under the surface.
I don’t know if she’ll like the beach.
The sand is like glass.
Walking barefoot would make me bleed
and turn the sand a strange maroon color.
One. Two. Clear.
What does she like?
My other kids love jet skiing
in the big blue ocean.
We could play this game.
I can go under water for a while.
Longer. Longer.
One. Two. Clear.
My lungs are about to burst
like the balloon I bought her those years ago.
It popped and reminded me of
a deflated kidney tied to a string.
I remember her crying.
I didn’t buy her a new one.
I guess I can come up for air now.
One. Two. Clear.
This time the water in my lungs
tastes like blood.
Stabilizing.
I wish the darkness would come back.

Pink

Slide down,
Dissolve
and rise; synthetic
inspiration
    manufactured by strangers with
Clipboards
and labcoats
and beakers.
 
And I don't mind, no --
I don't mind your origin at all.
 
Only the destination.
 
          Come to me.

Embraced in the perfection of your essence,
Lost and happily so in the world behind your eye's,
Suspended in a moment of intoxicating bliss,
Your words the greatest symphony.

Caressed by Angels fingertips,
Blessed with the kiss of luscious divinity,
Flesh stripped bare leaving two cosmic energies,
Complimenting one another in a perfect moment.

Listen, Be silent, Be still, Be aware,
In this moment everything makes sense,
For in this moment,
We view a glimpse of home.