Rodolfo Facio Jr

Rodolfo Facio Jr Nov 2011

there was once a place in the sun with your name by the windowsill.
it was on the freaking sun and you still complained it was cold.
it was all i could do but pace around wondering what was wrong with you.

i called the doctor but he couldn't find you.
you whispered in my ear "I'm invisible harry",
i said "stop calling me harry....you know that's not my name, now let the doctor see you and stop wasting our time".

-the doctor prescribed me some pills for the voices and set up a follow up appointment.

**** you..

now the doctor think im crazy and i still worry about you....how can you be cold on the sun?

you said the reason was you didn't FEELMYLOVE.
i thought you could FEELMYLOVE just fine.
i was giving you enough wasn't i?
you said "there's never enough to give, Rudy why wont you look at me?"

i couldnt look at you........"i think your ugly" said I.

but even still............you should FEELMYLOVE

after awhile i decided we should give the moon a chance and made proper arrangements with our travel agent to move there.

you said you didn't want to.
i said "what do you want"
"i don't know"
"if you don't know what you want, how can you know what you don't"
"i don't know"
"you don't know anything"
"i know some things"
"what do you want from me, why cant you be happy"
"i have no idea"
"so what else is new"
"i want to die"
"don't say that.......I............I think i love you......"
"no you dont, you never have"
"***** you"
"wow, i can really see how much you love me"
"im packing my things, im leaving tomorrow with or without you"....

THE!TRAIN!FOR!THE!MOON!LEFT!IN!THE!MORNING

and                                 the
i                                      ride
was                                 was
the              and               long
only                                 and
one                                  I
on                                    missed
it                                      you

by the time i got to the moon i new i had made a mistake...

indeed, i forgot my toothbrush........everyone knows you can only get the best toothbrushes from the sun....silly me

i stayed on the moon waiting for her.

but she never came.

and i cried

and grew old

all alone

on the moon

and i knew if only we could be together now...

she could FEELMYLOVE

Rodolfo Facio Jr Nov 2011

You don't need a head start

"I'll race you to our death", read the epitaph.

Every reader was a loser.

...

Never before had losing felt so good.

Rodolfo Facio Jr Nov 2011

Hugs are a measurement.

When light passes thru a glass, the light is bent.

When truth passes a liars mouth reality is stretched.

Are you always heart-broken or just broken?

Is your heart even beating? check your pulse.

Somebody loves you, of that you can be sure.

Even if you have no one to love.

Sand on a beach is not a measurement.

I don't want you to love me in miles and inches, but hugs and kisses.

Rodolfo Facio Jr Nov 2011

555

Baby, my hearts been breaking.
I'm here writing from a room.
its dark here, and the little light there is, is harsh.
I want to be under the blanket of void.
I want to have a word with you under the stars.
You.
Me.
The stars.
Look around.
Are you alone?
Even if you are, you aren't.
I've infiltrated the cloudy skies you call thought.
I've been to this place, touched the radiant hot sand.
Eyes burn like twin suns.
Hot,white,flash.
Flames are not anger, or pain.
Flames are passion, and I know it was here.
Its still warm.
Ash on ground.
Subject to your yearning.
When i laughed you smiled under a weaping woman.
This jukebox plays your emotions.
Give me a quarter, ill make you miss me.
Give me a dollar, you'll ask if your crazy.
They say crazy people couldn't ask that question.
Take no heed...they'll never know how crazy we get.
and by we, i mean you
and by you, i mean them
and by them, i mean we.
We.....
We do give it all
We dont get it back
and were giving all that we have
and depression leads to awareness.

Rodolfo Facio Jr Nov 2011

Apartment 45

Outside of Apartment 45 i wandered thru the beautiful landscape. I found a notebook with only one page. Inside I found some writing:

A flower rose all alone in the world, where a spotlight cast on a stretch of green grass.

Some say it was afraid, but flowers must rise and leaves must fall. Bumble bees fight

bears in the wooden city, and ghosts have to struggle just to haunt these halls. If these

walls could talk they'd be silent from the bitterness, but the moon can talk all night

before the day breaks. Break beats echo and delay your heartbeat, there is no time

and we are ageless once again. The sun is pleasant but sometimes has a temper, "You

wouldn't like me when I'm mad, ill burn you up just to feed these flames" it said with a

smile. The flower worked hard to stay afloat in the city, people walk dangerously.

Boyfriends are murderers who **** for their lovers. Water came plenty, and sunshine

burned bright, but the night brought kids who rolled boards with four wheels. They

stray from the sidewalk and fall on the grass. They spit on the ground and throw

burning sticks filled with tobacco. Twice a month, men came to eat up the grass, and

take the weeds away. The last time i checked, the flower was there, but now who

knows...i myself am gone.

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