The hands reach out not from love
But from fear
Flailing fingers try to shape themselves
Into any shape that could hold on
Searching for the live preserver
They think they have a right to.
Never thinking about gravity,
Holding tightly to their flotation device,
Located underneath their chair
Never noticing that they are floating by sinking their savior.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
The never ending balancing act
Right, left, right, left
Is my favorite part
Moving from one side
And knowing that there is only the other to move to.
As I slowly trust you
I give you more weight
It makes us spin easy circles around each other.
Until the coincident decision
to stop is made together.
Music is the only thought
running through my head
I feel you holding up my
weight and we sway to the rhythm
of our collective thoughts.
It’s when I don’t wonder
when I don’t wish I could read your mind.
I feel your thoughts
through your shoulders leading mine
And I know
When you spin me into your shoulder
And I feel you holding me
That this is right.
That if you didn’t believe
That if you bent down
My face would meet you halfway
And we could meet together.
But instead I lean against you
And hear your breath quicken
with the speed of the music
and I stop thinking
I feel your legs
changing weight to the beat and I follow
I will follow, but I wont wait.
The song ends, it has to
and the final dip becomes
An embrace
Which we stay in a little too long.
You look down
I look up
And we thank one another for the dance.
Right, left, right, left
Is my favorite part
Moving from one side
And knowing that there is only the other to move to.
As I slowly trust you
I give you more weight
It makes us spin easy circles around each other.
Until the coincident decision
to stop is made together.
Music is the only thought
running through my head
I feel you holding up my
weight and we sway to the rhythm
of our collective thoughts.
It’s when I don’t wonder
when I don’t wish I could read your mind.
I feel your thoughts
through your shoulders leading mine
And I know
When you spin me into your shoulder
And I feel you holding me
That this is right.
That if you didn’t believe
That if you bent down
My face would meet you halfway
And we could meet together.
But instead I lean against you
And hear your breath quicken
with the speed of the music
and I stop thinking
I feel your legs
changing weight to the beat and I follow
I will follow, but I wont wait.
The song ends, it has to
and the final dip becomes
An embrace
Which we stay in a little too long.
You look down
I look up
And we thank one another for the dance.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
mira el mundo
Mira el mundo.
Mira que lleno con gente esta.
Mira todo el mundo con el amor,
And the hate.
Look at the world.
Look how full with people it is.
Look at all the world with the love,
Que todo la gente senté por otra gente.
Que nadie senté por nadie.
Que yo sentó por tu,
For everyone I meet,
For everyone I knew,
For everyone in my future.
Con lentes rozaros se ve todo rojo.
Con una sonrisa se ve todo alegre.
Con migo se ve nosotros.
With rose-colored glasses it all looks red.
With a smile it all looks happy.
With me you see us.
But not me.
Friday, May 08, 2009
New Plan
I think that I am going to switch the every day blogging method. I will keep Boo Kitty and write less frequently because now that I have a clearer idea of what kind of blogger I am, it is time to switch it up. http://htod.tumblr.com/
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
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