there's this creature,
everyone seems to have in nature.
it can attack like a vulture.
every mind, it can torture.

horror and futile.
weak and fragile.
in this, we're fatal.
this is crucial

"I like you, wait no, I love you."
"Since when?"
"7 months ago. Maybe ever since that time I was curious of what's inside your head, and keep on being left amazed every time you spill your thoughts to me. You have such a beautiful mind. I can never get tired of listening to you voicing your thoughts."
"Why do I have a beautiful mind?"
"You're not afraid of talking about the future and your dreams, and you make me startled with how sure you are of what you're capable of. You know you have a strong presence and potential, and you're confident enough to take advantage of it. You won't hesitate to tell me how you feel, and honestly, I feel like whatever you say or talk about feels very close to home, because you comfort me with words of reassurance."
"Why else? Is there any other reason?"
"You are honest. I can be honest with you, too. You are caring. I love it when you just know that I had a bad day, and ask me to talk about it. You make me feel better. You stroke through my hair with your dainty fingers and you give me smiles you never give anyone else. You make me feel things that I have never felt before, and I am excited and I feel loved when I'm with you. You are also very, very beautiful. Very, very gorgeous. You are one hell of an amazing human and I love you very much."
"Thank you."
"There's more and I can literally write a book filled with reasons to love you, but that's for another day."

There's nothing like running
your fingers through wheat
as you take a footpath
through the farmer's field
especially in the dead of night
when the silence speaks volumes

Though I wouldn't know
'*** I'm a city boy
I always say
a life better lived on
the road less travelled
clearly wasn't for me

Cloudy days and
cloudy apple cider
go hand in hand
with hand rolled cigarettes
and unread messages
and a qwerty keyboard

Things are gon' get better
things better get gone
have I neglected my writing
or has my writing neglected me

Thoughts are just electricity
surging through your brain
tiny little electrical impulses
molecules and whooshy stuff
I could do with some of that

How do you make your rice?
is it in a ***? a pan? steamed? heated? not at all?

mine is in a frying ***.

Yellow, with pollo from the fresh market.
Peas, y frijoles on the side.

Mix it up, eat it, keep it for later.

Burn the bottom so you can get la chemada part.

If you like the chemada part, not everyone does.

A  lady  stares  blankly  ahead:
Ignoring  everything  in  her  stead,
Inhaling  the  adulterated  room  air,
Taciturn,  stiff,  certain,  or  maybe  scared.

Still  as  a  rock  –
Calm  as  a  lake  –
Strong  as  a  dock  –
But  those  are  all  fake.

Inside  her,  a  war  is  waging.
Beasts,  monsters,  and  heroes  –
all  fighting.

For  the  longest  time,
Her  mind  has  been  running  wild.
Her clock  is  ticking
Yet  no  one  is  winning.

Not  one  bloc  is  determined  to  fall
Because  all  she  does  is  feed  them  all.

/pc