I went to an art show on Friday, March the 3rd.
It was a small gallery,
with open space,
and rustic corridos channeling from the speakers.
The artist "performed" an act of release by pouring water into crystal glasses,
dipping her fingers into them,
and rubbing her fingers on the rims of the glasses.
It was a rubbery kind of sound that,
after some time,
turned into whistling chimes.
As she maintained the chiming sound of the crystal glass
she said, "If you will, close your eyes. Think of one word that signifies what you would like to release" anger "and take a deep breathe" "now exhale."
Tears roared up past my throat.
My nose flared,
my jaw jittered,
my teeth bit my bottom lip,
trying to keep the rushing waters down.
The tears streamed from my eyes
and with my hands,
I quickly wiped them away.
when in my minds box
darkness is my illuminator
and you are the one that can see from outside
limbs in limbo
over the hyphen bridge, the thin gap road
to my assimilated mind
floating and afraid of heights
come back to me
bring me back
We were downtown, my grandmother and I, when I saw large flocks of birds from different species flying North. I turned from looking East to looking directly above me: a grey concrete disk combusted and turned into a huge fireball falling quickly in my direction. Once it came closer, the fireball disk started to disintegrate and huge chunks flew in all directions around me. That's when I yelled for my grandmother who was still standing East of me, about two concrete slates of sidewalk from me. I turned West and ran to an open black jeep (very similar to the ones in Jurrasic Park) and told my young brother, who was seated and buckled in the car, to make sure our other two younger brothers had their seatbelts on. My grandmother, now my passenger, was also putting on her seatbelt.
The road was crowded with people trying to get to the expressway. "I'll just take the streets", I thought to myself. While everyone on the road drove North-East, I drove West. I was now on a r…
You’re just mad because you want me to talk to you like that
You just want me for yourself
You just want me to break the rules with you
And for no one but yourself.
In my dreams, you are my partner in crime, but you’re not
the only one
The rules I break are to free my mind from binding lusts I feel
Because in reality, broken things are never like new, no
matter how much glue is used,
And in reality, I really, really don’t want to be with you.