Alogical

How can someone
with such a keen sense
for detecting discrepancies
and illuminating illogicalities
be so blatantly oblivious
to the truth before her eyes?

I guess in love
she’s found a phenomenon
she cannot analyze.

Self-Assassin

This inner-turmoil,
I must remember,
is just that:
inner
turmoil.
Chaos created
from within
the confines of my own mind.
Distrubances
that only I
can see, hear, taste, or feel.
And yet it couldn’t be more real.
It is the power
and the pit-fall
of every human soul.
The need to know
if
and when
and why
and how.
And the need to know it
now.
Without regard
for repercussions
or remorse
for pride gone wrong.
And once we find the answer,
we claim we
knew it all along.

ESFJ

You are my shadow–
everything the light can’t touch
everything I push aside
when the sun is shining.
But once the sun goes down
you engulf me
from the outside in
and we become one and the same.
I despise you
I resent you
for following me
everywhere I go.
But no sooner could I plant
both my feet onto the sun
than could I rid myself of you
and escape my own shadow.

Maybe

Maybe the truth is
there is no truth at all.
No right.
No wrong.
No reason for things at all.

Maybe this life is
a mere coincidence
and all my thinking,
all my actions
have no real consequence.

And maybe no one is aware
but surely they can see
our truths are only transient.

Or maybe that’s just me.

Yes

Today I’m ok
with letting it go.
But tomorrow…
you never know.

No

Not ok.
Not. Ok.
Lately
I am not ok.
Can’t explain it.
Can’t deny it.
Couldn’t tell you
what’s behind it.
All that I can really say
is I am not ok.

Think. Feel. Do?

Reason resides
within the mind
where synapses and neurons play.

Love lives
within the heart
in a chamber far away.

Action requires
the use of both
in a certain space and time.

But who will lead the way?
The heart?
Or the mind?

Or will they both desist
and resist their own ambition
to strengthen their domain
and bring it to fruition?

If the body’s biggest muscles
decide to just give up,
then what becomes of life?
What becomes of love?

The Daily Drug Game

I need coffee in the morning
just to get me going.
A vitamin at lunch time
to keep things up to par.
Some chocolate in the afternoon
to get me to the finish.
And then I pop that Happy Pill
to keep me half-way sane.

But really
just one kiss from you
would probably do the same.

Bold

Trust your gut.
No! Think things through.

I’m in love with you.

Timing is everything
and I don’t know when to speak.

I’m afraid.
I’m weak.

Conflicting advice
from the angel on my shoulder
and I’m not getting any bolder.
Just more uncertain
of what to do
and when.

Should I just be your friend?

But this feeling has migrated
from my heart
to my lungs
and now it will not let me breathe.

Are you in love with me?

INNEGABLE

por cuanto trato de negarlo
o explicarlo al olvido
nunca me olvido
y nunca lo evito.

el amor siempre quedará.
incesantemente arderá.
aún con falta de razones
y sin manifestaciones,
un sentimiento tan profundo
nunca cederá.

hay que dejarlo aspirar.
hay que dejarlo ya gritar.
hay que sólo aceptar
que eso es
lo que es amar.