Archive for October, 2007

Oct 26

La voz de mi abuela

He sido expuesto
a las males en el mundo
Estoy oxidada
No puedes usarme

Marchito antes de mi muerte
Quiero el día en el mañana
cuando mi cuerpo
hundirá en la tierra

Pero no puedo enterrar mi cuerpo
y dormir por siempre
Porque nuestro amor ha hundido
El amor llena mi cama eterna

No me das gracias jamás
Pero no me importa
Porque no me importas
Y no te importo

Por eso, mi hija, espero
que tu relación con tus hijos
será tan venenosa
como mi relación contigo

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Oct 18

Cut

In my kitchen
Silver, cold, dull
Like someone I used to know
There is a knife

In my shower
Behind the glass
Bright pink polymer
There is a razor

Fear not
I will not use these
But I will use yours
It won’t hurt so much

Slowly I make a mark
Fear is not black
It is this deep crimson
Another shade of faith

Reaching inside
Tugging this thread gently
And my mistakes come pouring out
I’ll leave them there to die

But wait – watch
Like a rotting apple
I wither away
So this is me!

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Oct 13

Your Life in My World

My life in their world is decidedly this: I am born too early. My skin has not yet formed. I have no protection except for my mother. Hopefully, I will not die or have certain errors with my brain. I will grow up within a childhood where my parents are there to catch me when I fall, so I will not learn independence until my mid-teens. Meanwhile, I will go through school and correct myself based on my many errors and until I reach high school, I will make too many of them. Finally, in my high school years, I will stress over my numerical value and hope that someday, the world will get better. I predict that during my life in their world, I will have to watch the Earth suffer as I struggle to save it. Eventually, it will get to the point where I realize I can do nothing for it. My only reason left to live would be love, and I would therefore become one of the many who consume the Earth’s limited resources until we diminish it to another rock orbiting the sun.

Your life in my world will be different. You will be born and you will be saved. You will not die. You will grow up in an environment where I will take care of you, but make sure you know how to catch your own fall. In your early years, I will teach you what you need to know for now. When you are ready and have reached your teens, I will need your strength, your youth and your creativity to help me save the world, as your parents have in earlier generations. You will be guided by those with experience. When you are done, you will need to guide the new ones so they will know what you know. Then, when you have completed your tasks, you will be free. You will be thirty, and you will have known love by then. Your choice will then be this: continue helping the world, with or without me, or live life to its fullest. Never let yourself down, and never let love die.

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Oct 10

Murder is Not Straightedge

Pills. The more you take, the better you feel. Isn’t that right? Just don’t take too many, because they will get addictive. Your body and mind will begin to depend on it, and your wellbeing will only survive if you are constantly medicated.

Lives are like pills, aren’t they. The more you take, the better you feel…

Isn’t that right?

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Oct 07

I was going to…

I was going to change their minds
Make them think the way I think
And make them listen
To sound

I was going to give them reason
Give them something to ponder
So when the time comes
They can think straight

I was going to make things right
I was going to put things
In perspective;
Where they belong

I was going
to save the world

But you killed me.

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