Dear Diary,

It seens that I appear to be stuck in my own mind. Trapped perhaps, in this horrible thought process of mine.
Been locked up in a cage of hatred towards myself. What was it that I had done for a concequence like this one?
Seeking answers never given. Searching for clues never placed.
But like a maze, found a reason to keep walking till freedom was found at last.
But no, not in this case. Yes I did find the exit to this maze and I had a reason to do so. However freedom was not a reward.
It was much more than that.
It was an answer to all that had been questioned. An answer to a prayer laid to rest. A message in a bottle reached me, as it was read a smile drawn upon my face.
No smile had meant more than the one drawn that instant.
Drawn, in fact, by an artist himself.
Never had I called myself to bear such beautiful smile but he, had drawn it with the hands of an artist a genious.
An artist whose canvas was a human body, the skin of those who craved that sting in return for a memory. A work of art.
This artist managed to draw the most incredible smile upon my face that I had ever laid eyes on. Impressive I must admit.
But how was said artist capable of this?
With words painted in the back of my mind as he spoke, bursts of joy flew.
An artist who once loved this selfish being and who had permanently drawn her name on his own personal canvas with a beating heart.
An artist she calls superman.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

Tired.

I had been able to close my eyes for a bit and even went as far as letting the blanket of black envelop me. Strangely, it had held me like no one didn't. In short, I was alone. But this time, content with being so: I could finally enjoy the voice inside my head.

And then tomorrow, once a concept that didn't exist, existed once again. Then my chest began to hurt. Exam sadness was setting in. It was thus the time to write insincere essays and meaningless equations. All for a certificate that will say I am qualified for something. For what, I do not know. All I know that I was once able to smile...not too long ago.

I said goodbye to my blanket of black and said hello to my gentle heart attack. And afterwards I logged onto more emptiness on a screen: dreams and seens. I didn't, I don't, understand anything yet. All I know is that I am suddenly not a child anymore.

If it takes 11 messages
To get 10 "seens"
Picking up your phone 9 times
Talking to 8 friends
With 7 telling you to forget it
But 6 thoughts run in your head
And 5 are pretty good ones
I'd think 4 words
Regret it maybe 3 times
But after 2 deep breaths
I'd take that 1 good chance
And say,

"Maybe we could work"

And by "we," I meant the 2 of us.
We'll count to 3, and the  we'll be
Happier and louder than the 4th of July.
Our hands meet; ten fingers become 5,
After 6, the sky is bleak
But we have 7 more hours to sleep.

By 8, we have coffee and conversation
And you leave me after 9 train stations
I ride alone for 10 more minutes
You've already left 11 new messages
I called you and you pick up at the 12th ring

I said, "come home," and I hear you crying

So maybe we go round gain
Here and there, tying knots and ends
For if a countdown ever would be
I wish the best for you and me

Because numbers are there
So things may seem fair
But truth is, no matter the stage
It is with you I'd like to age

Read the pages
Of the book you might see
I would bet my wages
You might just agree

In one book you might captain
A ship at sea
Looking for a shore
Looking for a key

In another a being
Who can fly, called pan
Who fights captain hook
Who is finally taking a stand

In these pages you read of yours
Is a journey ..an awakening of will
Which keeps you reading
Til time seens to stand still

When you are done you will feel
As if you had been there
As if you are still there
When you need time to ****

So turn pages turn
Til you reach the end
Its life journey not the destination
Which turns foe into friend

So start with chapter one
Keep turning and read
Just keep on learning
Everything you read

This was meant to be a praising to my crush
How great, wonderful and intelligent he was
But now I am finally no longer love blind
I saw how different he was in "real" life
He never deserved this praising of mine
So now I'll speak up and tell the you why

All the conversations I started were one-sided
I might as well be talking to the four walls around me
Yes, he might have not been interested in me
But the least he could have done was tell to me this
Instead of letting me **** myself inside over the seens
And burning my self esteem to the seams.

I have the kinds of clouds
I can see any thing in
scrying of some sort, I suppose,

within the limits of the medium
and level of my focus

smoke signals from the future
formed of seens
and beens and wee'uns
un done

we words appear magical
for their very lievibility,
being havable

lievitate too late and
its back three
degrees
levels
squares
planes
fractals in the foam

the idea
else --- the other any than this one,

you know, evil elses are lies,
at the moment.
Ever began a while ago.

We, the we we are in, as read word
agents intending imbalance
in our favor, we, the living,
the winners
from when the fix
was finished.

It all went dark,
a while.
snakes took the rap and snarled
like wolves
in heat,

all createdness groaned and
nue nuevo newity newifity

boo.
We breathe the air, and know
good and evil, and we urge
good enough to be

plenty. This is a fine place for mortality.

one line
some times, times and times one word
inaline

mylynating rhymes awhile 'cause some
tickle, as they ease open

long-locked ages of sages and singers and such

seers, we were ere prophecy was seen as special

seers said seeing was believing and all who saw believed.
put periods any where you need them,
commas, too. We agree. Sense has a need for grammar

fit for the medium able to push a message
at thought speed, with freeze
frame
line upon line, precept upon precept, here
a little there

Artificial Intelligence and Organic Symbolism rules your world
Words and language have been replaced by marketing and sales
How about doing it your way and not their way
Saying it plain and simple
Demonstrating and communicating messages
It is important and has flair
Working hard,achieving,and setting goals no longer seens to matter
Ojly sone can achieve
Some call it woke
Woke what?
Did you know?
C@rainbowchaser 2023

You’ll probably see
Some things about me
If you should bother to look
The quirks and the dreams
And the never before been seens
Within this open book
Pages ripped out
Room for some more
The best should be yet to come
Bring yourself to the story
When the mood hits
It might become your favorite one

We'd rock up ready for the night
Whatever came our way
A beer
A bird
A fight

Not a care to what happened the next day
Hangovers were for the others
See me
See you
Lets see away the next few

Now I can't be bothered to even give you a call
3 pints to the wind and over I now fall
A lightweight
A has been
A seen the seens of my lifes movies scenes

Sat in my home just watching the setting sun
You don't know what youve got until it's gone
A little sigh
A smile of goodbye
A thought on life and how it just passed me by

Those Days

JJB