On Scents And ArroganceFunny how arrogance works, only a whiff of that particular perfume is needed to break your porcelain mask. And there, all of a sudden, you find yourself desperate to conceal the tears which trail down your soft cold cheeks. You feel like a petty thief, stealing everyone else's fun or pleasant displeasures.You wonder if anyone saw you crying while you were walking between fueled machines during traffic. You remember peeking inside their cabins- like a voyeur - to confirm your suspicions. You even tried to pass through their sunglasses' plastic- trying to see their concerned pupils looking back at you. You would've succeeded if only your own tears hadn't filled and blinded your own eyes.Did they laugh at you? Pity you? Understand you? Ignore you? Who is willing to give you one damn tear? Don't you deserve one tear after all? One simple sign that empathy still exists out there…And while you don't want them to really see, you still wonder if anyone cares about your gri
La cama de espinasPude haber desaparecido, auxiliado por la cobardía cual es primicia de tu estructura,Sin embargo permanecer allí contigo, paciente y tranquilo- fue mi decisión,Buscando el incentivo soñado entre las sonrisas inocentes y clandestinas,Aquello que nunca conseguí extirpar de tu pecho pedregoso y hueco.Pasé del velo al masoquismo innato de aquél que ha renacido más de una vez,Agarrado a fibras de telaraña relucientes y tambaleantes,Que sedas de hierro, carentes de enmohecimiento parecieron.El azul se vuelve negro y el gris fluórese,Si así uno lo quiere, si así uno lo piensa.Te rellenas la cabeza de la insensatez tratando de mirar la fundación podrida,La ruina y las rosas 'azules' a través del cristal de un kaleidoscopio fantasma.Y se vuelven las armonías desvalidas en mecha encendida de vida pura,Ambrosia falsa de manjares celestiales imaginados,Tratando de imponerte frutos amargos como fuente de dulzura,Pedir no más y abandonarte al descuido dadivoso,Típico en aquellos que n
Infatuation?I only wish that I'll be able to destroy your pedestal,So that I may glance at your statue,Both my feet firmly standing on this soil...That I may meet you face to face,See right into your eyesAnd grasp my hand around your shielded heart.For only then will I truly know,If I am, if I was, if I will be...Friend, enemy or merely a ghost.
Mighty Kung Fu Techniques......to Catch your Muse.I guess everyone has problem with those bitches we call muses. Not the real people but the creative force behind it all which is what I denominate: THE Muse.You see, my Muse is somewhat a bitch. Expectable, since I can be quite bitchy myself at times. Like her victim (a.k.a. ME) she is also a bit of a teaser. She's also quite spirited and chaotic, depressed at times and lovely in the night. Sometimes she becomes a he too- but I have yet to see her come as a drag king; I'm yet to see him come as a drag queen. I wouldn't be surprised if my ever-changing, unreliable, flaky, snotty nosed, (I will compliment her later, but not yet - let's focus on defects to see if she changes her ways), deceiving, vixen of a girl, elitist, high maintenance, attention-getter-bitch does come in drag as another one of her hello-good bye-muse-style disappearing acts.I've resolved to be cruel. Sometimes cruelty and crudeness