lunes, 31 de mayo de 2010

Love massacre

Society grew so sensitive to child molesting and sexual harassment that, soon enough, all expression of love in public was forbidden. People stopped laughing, kissing, stretching hands. Everybody was too afraid. Without everyday love, people became serious, laughter died, smiles faded. Those who needed love and understanding died first. People with Tourette’s syndrome. People with Down syndrome. People with Asperger’s syndrome. Autistic children. Even babies neglected by their parents died.

Society stopped procreating and grew old and bitter. Twenty and thirty-year olds were the ones that remembered what being held by a mother felt. What a first kiss was. What love meant. They were all taken to psychiatric hospitals.

Where are they? –He woke up screaming.

I want to cuddle with her!!! –He was sweating.

I want to feel her skin against mine while making love. –He was crying.

I want her fingertips running through my hair. –He was tied to the bed.

I want… -He was dozed off, and put to sleep forever.

That was the last expression of love known by mankind. Two years after that day, civilization as we know it, ceased to exist.


She got pregnant
out of wedlock,
he was born
out of love.

She didn't make it
due to complications,
he was left
with their little todd.

He was raised
out of compassion,
and a firm hand
to make him whole.

He was only eight
when Cancer got him.
After death,
he went meet God.

Looking down
on both graves,
he made himself
a little hole.

You shall not pass!
The guard spoke.
You were meant
to die alone.

domingo, 30 de mayo de 2010

I guess it's time for us to introduce ourselves.
The blog's 1 week party is coming up, and you still don't know anything about me.
And i don't know anything about you, that is, if "you" exist.
The possibility that no one reads this is HUGE. But we have to do it anyway.

First, that IS me on my profile picture.
Second, i HATE sports...never been that kind of man....
I LOVE Merryl Streep, best actress ever!!!
I'm one of those men that love women unconditionally without idealizing them.
Love them natural, no make-up, no high-heels, no tight clothes.....
Just them....

Don't know the first thing about cars....
Don't like big-breasted ladies....
Don't like blondes....
I guess you can call me a "sensitive" man...

You may assume from my entries that i'm heartbroken....
I am....
Long story that's not over yet...and probably never will be...

Tell me a little something about you now :)

jueves, 27 de mayo de 2010

A little boy on the playground spotted a smile. A smile he had never seen before. A little girl’s smile. She was nice and polite to everybody. Her smile dazzled him. He went over to where she was, and asked her to be his girlfriend. The little girl politely refused. That day, the boy went home thinking what he could do to win her. The next day, he promised he would share his juice box with her everyday (except for the pineapple juice, which was his favorite). She said no. The day after that, he stole a beautiful pink lily (her favorite color) from his neighbor and gave it to her.

She told him: -Why did you bring me a blue one?

He said: -I can’t see colors right.

This went on for about a month. He told her jokes, he gave her smiles, he even shared his candy. And still, every day, the little boy got rejected by the little girl. This pushed him even further. The boy’s mother asked him who that little girl was.

That’s gonna be my girlfriend mom -he said.

One day, the little boy missed school cause he was sick. Nobody gave the little girl a present that day. She felt something. She felt his absence. She came to realize she fancied him too.

So she waited. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. No news of him. One of her front teeth fell. Her smile wasn’t complete anymore.

Monday came, and he spotted her on the playground crying. The little boy approached her and asked her what was wrong.

I can’t smile anymore –she said.

The little boy got his hand in his pocket, took out a napkin, and unfolded it.

Inside, there was a tooth.

miércoles, 26 de mayo de 2010

Once upon a time there lived a blanket that wrapped itself in the most beautiful young lady. It kept her warm, it kept her safe. It guarded her sleep. It guarded her dreams. It looked after her when he was gone. Each time he left, he told the blanket: -Look after my princess.

The blanket immediately wrapped the young lady’s body, protecting her.

One time, he came to her, but the blanket wouldn’t let go. It had come to realise that it was guarding a treasure he didn’t deserve. He couldn’t pull on the blanket because his princess could wake up. He visualized a weak spot, a thread. So when the blanket wasn’t looking, he pulled from it real hard. The blanket was torn apart. During the struggle, the beautiful young lady froze to death. She was dreaming. Dreaming about their lives together. She froze with a smile on her face. The most beautiful smile the world knew. He sat next to her and started crying.

Had he stayed and wrapped her in his arms, she wouldn’t have died.

I'm one of those people that don't smile often.
No particular reason.
Just never been a smiler.
I do laugh. But i do not smile.
How is that possible?
I never show my teeth while laughing, and when i do and realise it, i stop laughing.
Why smile?
People, mostly women, say i have a beautiful smile.
I saw myself smiling on a mirror the other day, and, i must say, i do look good when smiling.
My eyes shine. I look younger.
Can't explain this phenomenon.
But the minute i realise it, i stop laughing.
Can't explain this either.
Life ain't that good for me to smile at it.
Don't get me wrong, it's not bad.
But it's not that fulfilling.
I'll smile the day i become a father.
I'll smile the day i walk my bride down the aisle.
I'll smile when in love again.
I'll smile at her.
I'll smile for her.
I'll smile with her.
Like i did once...

Her smile.
I can assure you, you've never seen a smile like that.
Tender smile.
Sweet smile.
Unique, rare, intense.
MY smile.
She smiled at me in a particlar way. Her eyes glew. She lightened up.
I dreamt. Dreamt years in advance. Decades.
Jobs, cars, beds, breakfasts, dinners, hugs, love making, kids...
Attitudes.
Attitudes made the smile fade away.
I smiled through her.
Now i've lost her.
She took my smile.
Her smile is carved on my mind.
I glance at it when in need.
I'm searching for her smile again.

In the meantime, i'll keep dancing through (without smiling).


martes, 25 de mayo de 2010

Bus notes

I'm falling asleep on the bus.
2.30 pm.
I am THAT tired, and only 19.
Going off to work. I sell fabrics
They'll cover up your body someday. Or you'll cover your body up with them.
Makes no difference. Whatever
Some here at the bus are happy. Or just grinning at the window.
One grins when happy? Dunno...
Everybody's wearing jeans. I guess it's bus protocol.
Lots of jeans. Some Oxford. Some tight. Some really tight.
Some "i can see exactly what type of underwear you're wearing" tight.
Society's FUCKED UP.
Somebody just coughed at the back of my neck.
I felt the cough coning my hairs. Grossed out.
Must get off.
Hopped on to another bus.
Nobody offers their seat to a 60 year old lady. Not even me.
Society's FUCKED UP.
People on the bus wearing sunglasses.
Stupid.
Fashion?
Got to work.

Kept dancing through.

Where will she strike next?

I lost my girlfriend to drugs.

Not literally…unfortunately…

Birth control drugs, “the pill”.

My nightmare. Myths.

YOU take it. WE benefit.

Worst decision ever.

All of a sudden I wasn’t there. We weren’t there, she wasn’t there.

I became glass. She saw right through me. I WAS there, my drive too. Her mind wasn’t.

Became best player in rejection game.

Felt hollow. Useless. Hopeless. Not loved.

Hatred for the pill. Hatred for the drugs.

Screamed and cried. Never externalized it.

Dead inside.

She was the one. She IS the one.

US” couldn’t die. “US” is dead.

The pill.

Life.

Kept dancing through.

It sucks.