mind games [v2]

don’t think i don’t seem them. feathery, golden and detailed. intricate and soft. oh so soft. you have those invisible wings and if i took out a microscope to aim it at your head, maybe i’ll spot the golden halo too.  the words you form are perfect. your actions. the way you move. the little things you do. every time i talk to you, it’s hard thinking of something to say. in my head I have poems and poems, and beautiful, cute little lines to just project at you. but when i say them it’s dismantled, and broken up as if i’m speaking pig latin. oh, that smile is perfect. it’s like medusa’s gaze when i stare at it. your smile freezes me in spot and i don’t know what to say. throat is filled with anxiety. feet are concrete and it’s just me and you. seconds last hours. minutes last days. i attempt to hold my ground but you fly, fly to those beautiful stars. i feel im at war. every bullet fired is to fight for you. to make you understand the concept of true love. it’s what we got and i promise to show you. i’m performing my best and you are the audience. the spotlight is on me. it’s my time to shine. i hope for the standing ovation. the clapping, the happiness, the moment you drop all you have just for me.

suddenly it all changes.

the tempo moves quickly. the beat goes faster and faster. my heart is tired. it’s getting a work out. my lungs are taking in gasps of cold, harsh air. ouch, ouch. the wind is knocked out of me. i’m grasping for sweet air. you are still flying away. you usually come back. but you are off to the stars and beyond. where you going? stop! stop. stop. please stop. we got something special, don’t you understand? we are the romeo and juliet of the 21^st century. ill do anything. come on, i’m losing these battles. i’m losing the war.

my heart is slowing down now. you are gone. vanished into the night sky. i keep looking up. i wait for your return, even during the coldest of nights. it’s so cold out here. too cold. i find hope in those twinkling stars. God i’m freezing. maybe you went to the twinkling stars. waiting for me to grow some wings and join you.

one day i will.

mind games

it's like a roller coaster. riding up is slow and steady. the view is perfect at the top. then you look down and your heart is racing. you ask yourself what you are doing but there isn't much you can do now.  the drop comes too quick and you can't control the g's. 1 g. 2 g. 3, 4, 5, 6 g's. life is too great. everything is moving so quick, so quick... twist, turn, flip, flip, twist, drop, drop, drop. your heart's racing throughout the chase. all is great, you look over to her and hold her hand. promise her everything will go perfect and give the guarantee that you are different from the other guys. you two are made for each other. everything is perfect. it's destiny.

stop.

the ride ends. you look at her. she looks at you. and this is where it all begins. the rollar coaster was the  the mozzarella sticks and salad - the appetizer. will dinner come soon? or will you pay the check and walk away?


relationships are confusing and love is confusing... but in the end what isn't?


next time you wait in line, make sure the rollar coaster is worth it;  make sure the person is worth it. because the minutes you spend on the chase might be the hours of pain you spend later.

stella

the stars. shining up there in the dark night. as a kid, i thought they were peepholes into heaven. today i think they are peepholes into ourselves. every time i glance up i can’t help but be flooded with happy memories. strong, happy memories. not those that hurt. the ones of your ex breaking up with you. of a Shadow getting hit by a car. rest in peace dog. of the stupid, little countless arguments with your loved ones. those little white dots pierce though those nightmares. scattered against the dark, black canvas, their twinkling is a masterpiece; perfection. they feel so far away yet their warmth comforts me during the coldest of nights.

stars. lights so pure. so elegant and so strong. complemented with the shine of the moon, i thrive at night like an owl. inexperienced, and unwise, though, separates me from the winged beast. but just like the owl, i spread my wings out and float into the celestial beauties.

don’t quit twinkling. 




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canzone

sing. not for others. not for fame or popularity. don't sing to annoy. or to harass. sing for yourself. scream when your mad. hum when your studying. whisper during love. and shout in joy. you don't have to be the greatest. you just need to be yourself. go on, sing that song. 

variety is the key to music. the sky is the limit with what attracts you musically. my tastes might be the same as yours, or entirely different. what we share in common is the appreciation of the beautiful currents springing alive from those speakers. 

music brings people together. take a concert. do a 360 and you will see people of different cultures. what ties the asian to the european, to the hispanic and to the african-american is a simple beat. a simple rhythm.

music calms us. it excites us. music pounds. it whispers. music drowns our sorrows. it lets us cope with them too. it is the perfect counselor because you can relate to it. when you are down, and your friends can't be found,  open up itunes and listen to that favorite band. listen to songs tied to memories. joyous, happy memories. it won't disappoint. i can go on but i think i'll hit next. 

seek out music. 

"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain" - bob marley

sing. i, and countless others, promise to be singing out there with you.

it all begins

 it is beating exhaustibly within me. trying to get out, it's beat follows a simple melody and continues. click, click, clack goes the keyboard. the music in the background is the backbone to my success; their lyrics echoing the truths in life. it is the beginning of an expected long venture. around me, life is zooming. but right now, time is all too still. it is waiting for the explosion. the immediate shout. bang, bang, bang, click, clack...

 boom. 

my blog begins with the pulse of writing. writing to me is the key out of this dismantled world. it's the journey out to somewhere new. experiences navigate me. the destination? your embraces.  

welcome to my life. 


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