Ode to my followed-people? Idk what to call it

I've come to notice the good stuff only comes when i'm feeling down or things aren't really going my way, and eso no es muy bueno. I feel like I've got to find another way to make myself write some good stuff! Besides that and that I'm trying (kind of) hard in school to be good, blogging's kind of taken the back burner right now...man the only way i'll start writing more stuff is if I get people that are actually reading and commenting on it to say to keep writing. Other than that, absolutely noooo motivation! lol though the people I follow right now, I do actually read your blogs, it's always interesting to me to read about how other people are feeling, and dealing with life, whether it's through poems, or just free writing. Especially if I can offer some type of insight to their words. Well, it's late and I'm all out of Sake, gonna go to sleep and try and hit the gym eaaaarrrly manana. But to my bloggers, keep it coming! I'll keep reading and commenting.

The Little Things

Step on the floor, it makes the loudest whisper as it cracks under my feet. Walk outside, the bitterness in the air fills my lungs with the smug reality of the world. A man drives by with his windows rolled up and a cigarette in hand, his passenger is death and they're holding hands. An old couple sits across from me in the bus, having lived through the bests of times and it shows in their faces but for some reason it looks like they're just getting started on life...She smiles at me and makes my heart race, can't believe she's so beautiful, hope the moment lasts forever and doesn't pass me by like the second that just did and is now history. I want to grab it and beat the seconds down in my palm for going so fast! I'll hope to hit them as hard as possible to attempt and knock time back, even if only for a moment, it would be worth the fight. Now please, just stand still for me so I can snap this picture which will be worth, as they say, "more than a thousand words" with infinite adjectives to describe it, but then in return Ill say its priceless, because I'll be sure to create new ones if I ever run out of ways to express the beauties of the subtleties in my life. And that's just something no one can take away, and in retrospect thats what makes the little things in life, remarkably more memorable than anything else I can ever fathom.

Like I said, I'm not sure if I like it too much. Please, share your comments, and criticism because I'd really like to know.

Been a while huh

Daaaamn, it's been a minute since I put anything up! Haven't forgot about the blog though. Always thinking about changing the type of content I put up but it's a very selective process. I'm about to put up a piece that I dont feel is finished but for the sake of keeping the blog going I'll post it up in a little bit. The feel of the work seems to me like it's a bit all over the place. I think it ended up going that way because I started writing it a long time ago, like sometime around the summer last year, and just recently added more to it in an attempt to complete it. But alas, it still doesnt feel that way to me.

Metaphysically Linked.

Never can be such a horrible phrase to say, it can be the cause of much undesired pain and dismay. It would seem there can be a you without me, but without you I wouldn't care to exist or be seen. Promise me you'll never leave, and yes I mean, won't you stay with me, forever please? I can try to imagine a world without you, but my heart would jump through my conscience and tell me the truth, and that is that calculation does not compute, don't try and solve that riddle, or you'll loose some IQ. You see, we are one half of each other, and together we are complete and way more than lovers. Transcending the astral plane is simple for you and I, holding hands through the metaphysical as we fly, going through all the trials and tribulations that have been lain in our path, it only proves how much more we should stay together, but don't forget the past too fast, because though we mourn for our mistakes, we seem to grow in their wakes. No one out there can match our spirits, let them try, they won't make it past the gates, they'll just end up falling back bellow towards the place that they most hate, and proceed to live out their fates.

Thanks for always being there babe, I love you so much!