Haiku

Aunque yo trate
No puedo imaginar
Caminar sin ti

Haiku para ti

Mi universo
Se puede agigantar
Si me dices “si”

I get to see the mountains on a rainy day….nothing can be wrong today :) nothing

I get to see the mountains on a rainy day….nothing can be wrong today :) nothing

¿Como estas?

Odio que me pregunten donde estas…odio que me pregunten como estas…es como sí creen que tu eres mi brazo o mi pierna, que debo saber siempre y a todos horas como es que te encuentras.
Antes me agradaba que me lo preguntarán, me causaba gracia por que siempre sabía que responder. Pero ahora…no lo se…dime, como estas? Acaso todavía piensas en mi?

no se nadar

Y como a que horas piensas dejar de inundar mis pensamientos?
Sabes…es que no he aprendido a nadar todavía
aun me da poquito miedo
aun siento que todo es falso
aun siento que en cualquier momento
tú puedes irte de mi lado
y yo hay quedo
yo me ahogo…en tus recuerdos

Luna congelada 

Con esta Soledad
alevosa
tranquila

con esta soledad
de sagradas goteras
de lejanos aullidos
de monstruoso silencio
de recuerdos al firme
de luna congelada
de noche para otros
de ojos bien abiertos

con esta soledad
inservible
vacia

se puede algunas veces
entender el amor. 


Mario Benedetti

you’re without me

so today I guess
I shall sit here and miss you
what else can I do? 

Tags: haiku

como entender
que pasas todo el dia con ellos
que ellos te tienen de sobra
y yo aqui
muriendome de celos
como entender
que ellos ya ni te aprecian
se le hace que les perteneces
y yo muriendome por verte
no quiero que los dejes
no es que quiera que te olvides
es que no se me hace justo
que ellos te tienen hay
y yo sola te echo de menos
pensando que nunca volveras a mi 

sometimes i sit here wishing i had kept something
wishing i had bottled up your scent
or drawn that smile that lit up on your face
whenever you saw me walk towards you,
sometimes i wish i had recorded your words
the way you used to call me sunshine
the way you claimed the moon reminded you
of me
often i wish i had captured
the way your breaths felt against my neck
because it feels as though i imagined you
it feels as though i went crazy
and it turns out reality
is this sadness that keeps swallowing me
but lets me live on
when i wish it would kill me instead 

If

If I had superpowers
and I never needed rest
all of my time would be spent
on putting your worries to rest
all of the stressful situations
you encounter through out the day
i would vanish them without question
and make you forget the meaning
of words like sadness and dismay
If I had superpowers
you would never go to bed angry
quiet moments would be peaceful not somber. 
and sleep? well you would always get plenty
there would always be music playing in the background
to fit your mood and ease your worries 
and maybe one day when you turn old and become tired
i would sit beside you for company
and simply listen to your stories

Some days I do my hair like an old lady, just to see if anyone notices like you used to.Some days I think about you more than others and how you would have made fun of me for not being fabulous or colorful or flamboyantlike you were. Some days I mention you at work, and bring a sad smile to people’s facesother days I keep your memories all to my selfand I pretend you never left us completelypretend you’re travelingwith your imaginary Portuguese boyfriendwho would have never in a million yearslet you go.I can’t believe it’s been 5 monthswe miss you mon cherie…. 

Some days I do my hair like an old lady, just to see if anyone notices like you used to.
Some days I think about you more than others and how you would have made fun of me for not being fabulous or colorful or flamboyant
like you were.
Some days I mention you at work, and bring a sad smile to people’s faces
other days I keep your memories all to my self
and I pretend you never left us completely
pretend you’re traveling
with your imaginary Portuguese boyfriend
who would have never in a million years
let you go.
I can’t believe it’s been 5 months
we miss you mon cherie….
 

estos pinches celos que siento
cuando veo que la abrazas
la llevaste a misa contigo
le abriste la puerta de tu troca
y yo hay como menza
como toda una idiota
esperando a que te des cuenta
que me muero de celos
y me encantaria golpearte
pero no somos nada
y me toca callarme
besarte en la mejilla
y decirles
"que se diviertan!" 

"So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”

rainkneel:

 — Dead Poets Society (1989)

when he leaves

you could spend every waking moment
dreaming about his face
longing for his embrace
rearranging your molecules
so he can fit inside every, single, possible space

you can sing him every lullaby
until his head falls in somber sleep
you can write him countless love poems
and breath each one of them
with your lips
into his

you can memorize his features
kiss his every birthmark while your eyes remain closed
inhale his scent so deeply
it is now the only thing you can breath
yet this will have no effect on him
when he wants to leave

he will pretend he never meant anything
and leave you gasping for every single breath
each one so ghastly devoid of him
you start to think he took not just your heart
but the entire respiratory system instead