Uncategorized, Love, poetry, Freedom, human, myth

In the Middle of New York

As a kid she lived in a small town trusted everyone she was the sweetest, as an adult she moved to New York she still trusted everyone.

She was an adult yet still saw the world as she did when she was when she was a kid.

A young adult in New York that is a killer if your not strong enough, she could be the toughest but I mean strong inside. 

Time pass she met someone that was so beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and the sweetest woman in New York.

That woman had a husband but everything changed for her when she met that young lady from a small town.

They fell inlove, the small town young lady saw nothing wrong with what they were doing, the woman saw it as wrong while she was married.

The young lady would find simple solutions for everything yet we all know nothing is simple in life. 

Everything was harder for the woman she had met and everything was simple for her while she was a free flying bird in the middle of New York.

The woman broke her heart and the young lady didn’t understand what was happening, her heart ache.

To make the ache go away she turn to one thing common in a city, liquor that worked for about to two weeks, after a while she felt nothing with liquor, she still ache.

She needed something stronger than that she turned to medication poison, that killed all the feeling she had not just the heart ache but even her soul.

When the woman came back to her she was no longer a free flying bird in the middle of New York, now she was a flying bird in middle of paradise.

to this day the woman tells the young lady story, “She was a small town young lady who saw the world as a kid, and trusted everyone.

human, Love, poetry, Uncategorized

He’s The Fool?

He asked, “Is this you falling in love?”

He looks at me as if he wants the answer to be yes, and I look back as if the answer was yes.

At the same time feeling guilty in  a way  because I am not in love. I am unable to feel much. 

I want to scream and shout that I am not the same person that I was when I was young and stupid.

The many times that I was asked the same question and I gave the same answer the same look, but I feel nothing. 

Happens over and over and  to stop I would say that is impossible. 

He say he loves me, I actually believe him because I know he might be telling the truth.

 I yet to take chances I was a fool once and will never make that mistake, see everyone has been fooled more than once I will not. 

I will allow him to be a fool, I was already fooled once and he doesn’t know that I will never love like the first time.

As I lay in his bed, he looks at me with a smile on his face, his hand with mine and says the most beautiful things to me.

I on the other hand look at him with a smile on my face pretending as if I am listening.

I am just thinking to myself why does he look like he is talking to an angel?

I cannot find myself to answer, and as he falls into a deep sleep, I stay up and take a deep breathe and go over the reasons I’m with him.

Many go through my head and the most reasonable answer I come up with is that he is an angel’ 



human, Love, Theater, Uncategorized

The Breadwinner

“My name is Sulayman, My mother is a writer, my father is a teacher and my sisters always fight eachother. One day I found a toy on the street. I picked it up. It exploded. I don’t remember what happened after that because it was the end.” -The Breadwinner

The breadwinner will steal your heart once you watch it, at the top I quoted a part from the movie. In this particle phase the translation is; a boy explaining his story, the toy is a bomb, once he picked it up it exploded. He doesn’t remember what happened after that because his village and him were killed in the bombing. At the start of the story you have a boy and a village crying because the village didn’t have seeds to be happy. The way that I translated this and don’t quote me because I may not be right, is that the seeds symbolizes both beginning and end, life and death, and the difference between nothing and everything. There are monsters changing Sulayman as he goes through his journey. Sulayman feels the need of going in the adventure to see his village happy again because he feels guilty. Base on the Elephant Story part we can understand that sulayman is only a kid, he describes the bomb to be a toy rather than what it is, and he still doesn’t understand what happened. In the story Sulayman wants to go to the Elephant Mountain for the seeds. On his way to the mountain he meets an old, wise, magical woman that tells him what he needs to defect the evil elephant. The elephant is scared so the starts to attack Sulayman. He uses all the things that the old woman had told him he needed but at the end the elephant was still evil until, Parvana tells Sulayman to tell the elephant his story. Which is the one in the quote up top. There is way more to the story but I rather you watch it and come up with you own translation. I would give it a 10 out of 10 no doubt.’

human, Power, Uncategorized

The Power of Unknown

Have you ever thought about things?  More like everything. Take a minute to ask the questions you wonder about most of the time. How did we become humans?

What happens to us after we die? Is there a heaven and a hell? Are there really aliens out there? Are there really sea monsters, in the sea? 

We can go on and on about it, you get the point. Sometimes I like to think I have all the answers but I don’t.

Unknown is so powerful, asks you questions over and over again, just to laugh at your face because you don’t know the answers.

Wraps around your head and holds on until it gives you a headache, Bam Bam thats your head exploding.

Unknown doesn’t leave you alone and that makes you an angry person, than you hate it all.

human, myth, Power, Uncategorized

Tiny Things

Tiny things, I have been thinking of this for sometimes since I seen Legends of Tomorrow there was one episode which had one of the main character, Rip Hunter.

In that episode he was turn into a tiny person kind of like an action figure and so was his spaceship, the part that I found astonishing was the fact that he hadn’t even realized that his spaceship and himself were as tiny as an average action figure.

My main point to this is imagine if that was you and you thought you lived in a big whole Earth but it was literary tiny and maybe you and everyone in the world is a table setting like it was in the show for Rip Hunter.

It is a nice thought to think about  what we actually are in this world and what we are meant to do in life.

Believe or not there is one true fact and that is that we cannot tell if anything around us is real because ourselves are the only one that knows of our existent. Some scientist even consider the possibility that everything around us is made up by us and that is very much so a crazy thing to think about.

The brain of a human is just extraordinary if we look at all the thing that we have accomplished over during the year we would think to much of ourselves.

If we look back on history and see everything that could have changed by literary changing one tiny thing in history as it was in Legends of Tomorrow. Our people would see how one tiny thing could effect everything’   

human, Love, myth, Uncategorized


I have thought millions of you, yet you are deeper than an ocean the way you are, the way you feel and the way you speak is as if you were waiting to just die and live at the same time, as if you would like to give up and never quit, because you say will never quit does not actually mean you’ll never quit, and when you smile does not actually mean your happy, and when you listen does not actually mean your listening, I can not read you as well maybe I’m not even really trying, I wish not get more involved with my thoughts about you but I can’t help but to think of everything you say or do, always thinking billions of humans in the world and I have to be right next to you, without you having one ounce of clue that I am loving you even more day by day, hour by hour, second by second’

Freedom, human, Uncategorized


Tick-tock goes the clock, I tell it to walk, doesn’t seem to listen to me, although I forgive it I mean can you blame it? Ya sometimes I feel like throwing it to the wall but can you blame me? I have to look at everyday, every hour, every minute believe me I am patient and this clock keeps ignoring me when I tell it to walk faster, I believe some humans call it “time?” Okay, I guess I know it was called time but could it change in some way I mean we are living everyday and we would think that we are in control of our lives but no we are just slaves and some of us humans are okay with that, I think I have no other thing to do about it rather than to be okay with it, if I sit down I am looking at it, I can almost hear it sometimes, I am telling you it is my bestfriend and my enemy at the same time, we should all feel great to have because if we can still hear it and look at it that means that we have time, and that is a beautiful thing’