"I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept, but through it all, I remain myself. When covered by the waters, I am; and the ebb but reveals me again."

"Even with the hole in the earth, calling her bones she still lives on."

The Show

Isolate yourself from technicalities 

Reverse the world, and defy gravity

Homeless from her heart, he suffers from depravity

Distance for a soul is seen but nothing as a travesty

Sweet tooth for love, better hope you don't have a cavity.

The rebound is made to blind thee

Mask the truth, but I guess it's best for closed eyes, than to see

A caged bird without wings, doesn't mean it isn't free

Karma is a bitch, but in the end he won't forget she, me, we.

Together, we are gone, call us the absentee.

If it's not a comedy, then it's a tragedy

Undone actions, no change in time, where is the return key?

The show has already started, there is no readmission fee.

I am the award, so I guess he was the nominee.

Today's Truth

Mellow her soul

Door locked

Lack of money for dream’s toll

Smothered screams, she is shocked

Illuminating tomorrow’s lies

With today’s truth

Kissed pursed lips upon disguise

Words forced out between yesterday’s youth

Mock the widow

Resistance, trapped in her web

No cries though

Churned in the tide’s ebb

Burned blood and healed scar

Standards failed in her pursuit

Argued her point, she has balanced the bar?

Lack of direction, there is no route

No roots to ground her tree

Understanding in arrangement

Calling out to lost rebels, hear their plea

Loss of humanity, our estrangement

Kill one bird with two stones

Call it immorally wrong

Mark the city limits with summoned bones

No categories, where does moral belong?

She accepts her repeated reflection

Death of old perceptions

A mirror can’t see its own faults, no rejection

Creations of the mind, illusionistic conceptions

Beneath the earth, her soul may lie

Knelt to the ground, she prays to God

Farewell to the present, waters run dry

Pious intentions, we shall applaud.

Paragraph

I laugh at the ellipsis

That draws a division between two

Once connected points

I read the same sentence

Over and over

Attempting to understand

A hopeless idea

The point keeps going

Back to what it once knew

Silly.

Worthless.

It should be deleted.

Erased.

The writer entices me

With provoked emotions

From a statement that

Seems to stab at my heart

I, the other point,

Strive to move forward down the page,

Progressing farther and farther away,

From the one point that seems to dwell

In past paragraphs, past pages, past ideas,

Making no changes.

I whirl away in my own thoughts

Arguing for what propels me forward

The writer stops his pen

And I am stagnant.

On the page, I linger.

A single point.

A single statement.

Questioning my existence.

The writer writes.

But I am still stopped.

While the other point,

Seems to fall through the pages

Falling out of his own existence

Falling into fears

Of not being understood

Of not making changes.

I glance.

I think.

But I let it all fall away with him.

Through the pages

Into empty space

I carry on.

Is this the end?

The end of the page that I am approaching?

I want so bad for it to be the end

To know that there is a definite decision

To know that the pages will be shaped by my very meaning

But the writer,

Puts three dots after my point has been made.

An ellipsis...

To show the continual progression of a point

The division has turned into a gap between

The two points,

But the writer makes me go on

For what I don’t know,

But I am bound by this ellipsis,

To go beyond what I used to know,

Into a place of temporary solitude...

Self

I have waved it behind my mask

Disguising my inhibitions

Prohibiting my past to prevail

I have called on His ease

To heal what could not be understood

Felt beneath the surface

Waves over my head

But I no longer drown

Detached, separated, divided

Better now than later

I have cradled that hope in my heart

For a time that has caused it to grow stale

I have not won tangible things

But I have won control over the emotions

The thoughts

The anger

That I once felt

Bridges used to separate me,

But now they connect me to

A self that is better than what I used to be

 

Streets

I spit at the ground

In utter disgust

But my reflection was found

Within the sidewalk’s trust

Concrete warmed my fears

Dirt in the storm-drain of my heart

Same direction for a few years

Homeless man’s dreams lying in a cart

Smoke of my past exiting the sewer

Billboards could not capture the ad

Beckoning me here, I won’t let myself be lured

I shake the lies, protection like steel clad

21^st, 20^th, then back up your street

Windows close to keep your cold out

31^st and Henry, the 10^th suite

Cab drives away, and heals the doubt

I spit at the ground

In utter disgust

But my reflection was found

Within the sidewalk’s trust

These Voices

I don't know, I guess my hopes are starting to fade.
I feel like I'm stuck in this place.
This dark place.
A rut.
A critical analysis of...
Everything has changed.
Maybe I'm going mad.
But I just want what I have been dreaming for a while now,
To become reality.
I feel like I am waiting for something that will never happen.
I hear these voices in every cell of my body, telling me to...
But I can't?
Should I?
These voices contradict each other.
So I'm just confused.
I wish you understood.
Something in me is screaming out to you.
To me..
But you can't hear,
I can't hear.
We must be deaf, together.
Together?
Maybe.

Expectations and Limitations

It's not enough just to breathe on water, and hope it turns into an ocean.
It's enough just to touch silver, and expect it to turn to gold.
It's not enough for the sun to rise in the sky, and stay there just for a day.
It's not enough for the moon to change phases, but to always be labeled as full.
It's not enough for a mind to think positive thoughts, and never to act on them.
It's not enough for the dreams of tomorrow, to be kept dormant in today.
It's not enough for love to be put into words, but never existent in the soul, in the heart, and in the actions.
It's not enough just for the world, to remain as the world, there are consequences, expectations, and limitations that must be compensated for.
It's not enough anymore.

Night sky

Full moon.
That's probably why everyone was acting crazy today.
The sunset was beautiful.
I think I'll head to the beach tonight and watch the stars,
With the warm spring breeze lingering on my skin.

Or

"Or do you not think so far...ahead?"
Frank Ocean.

Sometimes

Sometimes we wander farther than we can go.

Throwback

This is so old, but I love them.

1. First thing you wash in the shower?
I rub soap on my arms, then my neck, then my chest, then...yeah.
2. What color is your favorite hoodie?
blue.
3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
mm, no. it's not the same anymore.
4.Do you plan outfits?
only when I'm going somewhere special.
5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?
curious and calm.
6. Whats the closest thing to you thats red?
this plastic bag.
7. Do you say aim or a-i-m?
AIM.
8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?
my ID got messed up.
9. Did you meet anybody new today?
well...kinda.
10. What are you craving right now?
chocolate.
11. Do you floss?
yup.
12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?
this boy named Telvin from the 7th grade :O
13. When was the last time you talked on aim?
psh. 3 years ago?
14. Are you emotional?
yes.
15. Would you dance to the taco song?
what is the taco song...?
16. Have you ever counted to 1,000?
for whatever reason, sure.
17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
lick lick lick.
18. Do you like your hair?
when it's done, yes.
19. Do you like yourself?
sure.
20. Have you ever met a celebrity?
yes.
21. Do you like cottage cheese?
it's alright.
22. What are you listening to right now?
the television.
23. How many countries have you visited?
uno.
24. Are your parents strict?
not really.
25. Would you go sky diving?
absolutely.
26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?
i would have absolutely no reason to.
27. Would you throw potatoes at him?
no, because I wouldn't go out to eat with him.
28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in?
i don't like sparkles.
29. Have you ever been in a castle?
not physically.
30. Do you rent movies often?
no. there's this new thing called netflix...
31. Who sits in behind you in your math class?
the last time I had a math class was a year and a half ago.
32. Have you made a prank phone call?
who hasn't?
33. Do you own a gun?
no.
34. Can you count backwards from 74?
uh-huh.
35. Who are you going to be with tonight?
myself.
36. Brown or white eggs?
white.
37. Do you own something from Hot Topic?
haha. throwback days. yes.
38. Ever been on a train?
yes.
39. Ever been in love?
yes.
40. Do you have a cell-phone?
yes.
41. Are you too forgiving?
absolutely.
42. Do you use chap stick?
burt's bees, all day.
43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow?
i don't know.
44. Can you use chop sticks?
yes.
45. Ever have cream puffs?
no.
46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?
love it.
47. What was the last question you asked?
what are you doing?
48. What was the last CD you bought?
amy winehouse: lionness.
49. Boys or girls?
boys.
50. What is your bus number for school?
do you mean what was? and i dont remember.
51. Is your hair curly?
naturally, yes.
52. Last time you cried?
watching "the lucky one."
53. Ever walked into a wall?
yesh.
54. Do looks matter?
only to a small degree. personality is more important.
55. Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun?
all the time.
56. Have you ever slapped someone?
yes.
57. Favorite time of the year?
spring.
58. Favorite color?
black and white.
59. Are you sarcastic?
yes.
60. Do you have any tattoos?
yes.
61. The last person you held hands with?
mm.
62. Do you sleep with the TV on?
no.
63. Where was your default picture taken at?
default picture on what..?
64. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?
dislike; yes.
65. Do you like your life right now?
it's okay.
66. How often do you talk on the phone?
everyday.
67. What is your favorite animal?
don't have one.
68. What was the most recent thing you bought?
food.
69. Do you have good vision?
20/20.
70. Can you hula hoop?
mhm.
71. Could you ever forgive a cheater?
i don't think so. i can barely even forgive a liar.
72. Do you have a job?
technically, yes.
73. Can you handle the truth?
yes. i'd much rather have the truth.
74. What are you wearing?
t-shirt and undies.
75. Have you ever crawled through a window?
lol. yeah.
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The World's Cry on My Shoulder

The world's cry on my shoulder
God took his hands and attempted to mold her
But she ran away, wailing to the wind
Regrets in dancing with the devil for an unpolished sin
They say love your enemies, as if y'all were a unit
Attaching strings to your heart?
Make sure you tune it
Searching the closet for your skeletons
But make sure you know which way the river has ran, before it runs
He begs for her sympathy
My heart only holds emotions of antipathy
Multiple bullet wounds to the heart, there's no need for a shield
I kept a secret, but does that mean my lips are sealed?
Interchange the game, replace the blame
Equivalency to an unmarked name
You see, the world has committed its own assassinations
But a kid sees no differences, so he looks with fascination
Funny how the sun can rise on my side, and fall on his
No explanation, so it's best to see it for what it is
Stepping my bloody feet on the holy ground
Wondering as if lost, but walking to be found
She believed in him & he ended up creating his own demise
There is nothing left, game over, he's all out of tries
So look to the skies, because this is a dream deferred
Living over dying is what she preferred
She said screw the past and give me the present
No feeling behind it, but he knows she meant it
So place your thoughts beyond what is known
Because what is seen, is often not shown
But as the tears fall, the world grows older
So I stood up and said, "here, use my shoulder"

 

Lecciones de la vida

The world is waiting.

A beloved kiss.

Sometimes, it's better to view things from upside down.

Behind

Behind these lips, those words are hidden.
Only silence seeps from these pink curtains.

Dream

I had a dream of me riding a beautiful, strong black horse.
But later in the dream, I approached a yard full of caskets.

According to the internet this means, "To see a black or dark horse in your dream signifies mystery, wildness, and the unknown. You are taking a chance or a gamble at some unknown situation. It may even refer to occult forces."

"Underlying sexual desire: sexual prowess"

and...

"To see a casket in your dream indicates that it is time to end a situation or relationship. Additionally, it symbolizes a completion of a project or lifestyle and a beginning of another. In this regards, this symbol may represent new opportunities."

I suppose I need to listen to my dreams.

Promesa

Black footsteps.
And a walking shadow.
She kept her promise.

Book of Ruth: Chapter 2: Verse 1

I thought this was interesting.

Boaz said of Ruth, "I'm attracted to her character."
Not her looks.
Not her curves.
But her character.

Love is a War

Love is a war.
Every day you have to fight for the ones you love.
There is no rest.
There is no giving up.
But before the war begins, you better hope they are worth fighting for until the end.

Finders, Keepers

I stopped searching for the world,
And I let the world find me.

Sky to Earth

I'm waiting for the sky to break.

And for the earth's dreams to quake.

Dandelion Reverie

Dandelion reverie
Lined on his heart,
Each petal is crucial
A thread lining his stamen
With the core of the world,
Fruit to bear, lingering,
On a single stem
Wind breaks the day,
And chills the night
An exchange of time,
Captions this measure
Dandelion reverie
Clothed his skin
Radiating on her soul
A feather-weight eminence
Euphoric explication
Breathing her predilection
He withers in the unknown
Pollinating her passion
Liberation in the vast
But he is only but a flower
And she, the earth of his ravage

Demise of Seduction

Darkness of the night,
Within the sky.
You and I, lie
We lie.
Die.
Revived.
Whispers couldn't fulfill,
Your wonders
You plunder.
No hesitation,
Footsteps, as my own.
No picture,
No valor to be shown.
Cowardice ways,
The waves, crashing down,
In his plight,
Lack of might,
So much spite,
Pray to your god,
Because Mine has already saved me,
He, thee, I, thy
Thine, has not forsaken,
My faith has not been shaken,
Devil in your dreams
Demons in your words,
A fool's heart, only appears,
As it seems.
But who are you to call on,
When you are alone?
No wings, you have not flown
You do not fly
Your heart bleeds, but don't be shy
You're almighty?
You're so great?
Call down that ego,
Cast it within the shadows,
Follow your footsteps into the darkness
Because,
Darkness of the night,
Within the sky,
You and I, do not lie
But you lie,
Die.
Not revived.
No faith.
You are not saved.
Serpents venom in your blood.
Poison to yourself.
Self-destruction.
Your own demise of seduction.
Shed your skin,
Because for you,
Your own demons on the outside,
Will always find a way in.

Miami Vacation

Pictures!

Going to the club.

My sister posing.

Snapping a few shots before I leave ;)

Went on a tour of Star Island--This is Shakira's house.

This is the maker of Viagra's house ;P

Sunset on the Miami strip.

Beautiful strip.

My older sister showing off her Henna.

Dolphins while on the boat.

In front of the penthouse.

All three sisters.

Beautiful palm trees.

Me posing in the penthouse lobby.

Pose.

<3

Just looking out beyond...

Inside the penthouse with some friends.

Hall way.

Inside of my hotel.

Sometimes, you just got to smile.

Hide and go seek.

I found you...

:)

On the beach.

My strawberry mojito <3

Sippin.

This guy on the sax was amazing. I bought his CD.

Beautiful water.

The End.

The Truth

Nobody likes a Tasmanian devil.

Step Aside

The tree will never grow if one constantly stands in front of it, giving it darkness but no light.

Remain

It's not enough to wait on tomorrow,

For the chances that could have come today.

A possibility that has dug it's feet far enough,

Into a turmulous understanding.

Bringing peace into the mind,

It'll illeviate the stress,

Of those fatal absences,

Sweet lips of love's caress.

No point in trying to learn,

In trying to believe,

Emotions tend to deceive,

So open your eyes,

And lend me your ears,

A shoulder left to lean on,

And a heart's sleeve to dry my tears.

Welcome to Miami

In Miami for Spring Break.

It's amazing.

I could most definitely live here.

Hot weather.

Handsome white & latino men.

Beaches.

Clubs.

Drinks.

Shopping.

Culture.

Diversity.

I'll post some pictures soon :)

A Reverse to the "Patriarchs"

Tupac Shakur-Keep Ya Head Up

He wrote this in the '90s and this still applies today.

And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
So will the real men get up

An Angel

The day after my car accident,
I went with my friend to get her oil change.
A little girl was in there waiting with her mom.
But as soon as I got into the waiting room,
She gave me this faint smile, this look, like she knew me.
Like she understood what happened last night.
She then slowly came up to me, and gently touched my left leg.
I was wearing ripped jeans, so I thought she just liked the texture of it.
But it occurred to me, that my left leg was the leg that was hurt in the accident.
When, I was leaving, she waved good-bye to me with a smile.
I waved back, and gave her a smile, as well.
The second the car was about to pull off, I looked back,
And she put her arms out to me, as if to be saying, "Come with me..."
That was the day, I saw an angel.

Desire

For once, I just want to know what it feels like, to be truly appreciated by a man.

Aftermath

Sometimes we have to bleed the blood from which we have cut ourselves.

A Poem

This poem is from the book Don Quijote by Miguel De Cervantes.
This poem describes some of what has been in my mind, as of lately.
So, I can directly relate to this.
Listen...

Just as everything fades away
In the end, so Fortune's favors
Ebbed and died, trickled slowly,
To nothing, shaded
And forever old.
I've groveled here at Fortune's feet
For centuries, praying for grace;
Oh let me see some newborn sweetness
Shine in her face,
Rise up complete.
I long for nothing more, no glory,
No joy, no other victory,
No burning triumph, no eternal story,
But only the history
That was, and destroyed me.
Fortune, oh let me be there again,
And soon, and this searing heat,
This pressing pain, will be soothed and the end
Will be endlessly sweet
And all complete.
But I want too much, for nothing and no one
Can restore what's disappeared;
Time never turns, it's never been done;
No past reappears,
No history draws near.
Time runs and leaps, flies quickly by,
And never turns back, and we're wrong
To beg it to stop, to return: the sky
Of yesterday is gone
Like yesterday's song.
My life is perpetual confusion, hoping
And fearing, first hope, then fear
Forever believing that Death's stern joke
Is better than tears
Over long-dread years.
But still, as I long for this to be done,
I know that what I possess
Is better than anything yet to be won
In that unknown emptiness
Still to come.

Practicality

There's no such thing as impossible, just impractical within life's practical terms.

V-Day

< 3 to all of the people of the world on this day, but just so you know, Valentine's Day is no more special or important than any other day :)

Until He Rises

Drench me with those covers
Spread your arms amongst my skin
Let your whispers caress my soul
Never felt so close to warm blood
Shivers to bid your heart's desires
I'll remember your heart's calling
For me, I long for the chills
That tomorrow couldn't bring
New found love, your eyes
Match with mine
No recollection of yesterday
We part past's ways with the
Hopes of tomorrow
A sweet breath of wine
No shadowed ways,
Some baggage to be left unclaimed
Untamed, unshamed, I cannot blaim
Love's lust for beauty's mane
Karma claims her vengeance
And the wind's howl screams no longer
Tipsy skies, to our demise
We lay in bed until the sun proclaims our sighs

Experience

For a second there I almost forgot what that was like...

Optimism

"The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we were at when we created them." Albert Einstein

Photography

So, until I get some models, I will take a few new pictures of myself, and post them.
I hope that's not too conceited :|
Enjoy :)