Stay still,Quiet down,Stop crying,Quit fidgeting,Be happy,Grow up. A society obsessed with creatives, actors, musicians, writers, Yet we discourage ourselves, our family, our friends to participate. We even mock those creating for not having a “real” job, for not taking life seriously.Unless the art is making lots of money then we say, “Great job, create away!” Children, allowed … Continue reading American Dream
Category: POETRY
Depression, The Truth
Thoughts lag coming to an abrupt halt, heavy and hollow,Eyes paralyzed staring at something,Seeing nothing.Air releases entirely from the lungs,Taking a light head to remind me to breathe.Body numbing, Stomach falling,and cheeks flushed to the ghost that has just reappeared. Snap out of it,Stay positive.An idea, a mistaken belief,That this springs from nurturing negative thoughts,That … Continue reading Depression, The Truth
To the Hills
I ran to the hills to catch a breath, a few breaths, some new fucking lungs.I needed time,Everyone needs time sometimes, Despite what we’re raised to believe. I needed my memory and in these hillsthe last they were seen.The smell alone was enough, The cedar, the soil.And just as I suspected, they arrived. Many say you can’t live … Continue reading To the Hills
Table for One
When the lights dim and the noise fades,And your juggling that fine line of loving yourself and thinking you’re better than others. When all the other soldiers have gone home, And your about to pour that drink, turn on that show, take that hit, Remember,Sometimes the only person left to battle is yourself.
Whimsy
What a beautiful line you balance.Taking in the world with grace,Gaining so much wisdom from being quiet, observant, stoic,Only to turn around and flip all that is stiff and serious, a jungle gym for your pleasure.Living between both worlds,Never hardening, only receiving.Softening at the perfect moments and finding room in the heaviest. Art by Teresa Moralez
Out of Sorts
I created this mountain,I planted each flower and tree,I placed each stone,I mapped every trail,I’ve climbed it blindfolded and barefoot without a scrape or stumble. And now I sit at the bottom looking up at a stranger,Disoriented and without a clue of how to get back to the top.
Let’s Play
You stick, you strangle, you shit, you stayHold space, take breaths, stay calm, don’t frayThat’s it, you’re it, knives out, Let’s play La Musa Guadalajara, Jalisco
Not a Feminist
You say you don’t call yourself a feminist.A different kind of heartache, coming from our own, as if we don’t bear enough of that. Tongue a razor very skilled in slashing I try not to let it take me,I try to understand. You say the word is too strong, too heavy, too masculine, too something, you … Continue reading Not a Feminist
The Same
I am, he's notThey don't, I doI can, she shouldn't Most of us spend our entire lives making rules for others that don't apply to ourselves.Most of us spend our entire lives desperately trying to differentiate ourselves from others.Only to discover we all shit, piss and sleep the same.
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 