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.

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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’ 



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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.’

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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’

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Wait is Over

The wait is over and that nail biting, hair pulling, hours getting ready have ended, that is the moment you decide that the wait is over, the moment you realize you have no chance and you’ll let it go, yeah you are completely right it will be hard to get over the one you been waiting for but now you can move on, you will stand up straight and tall as a cop pulling you over for drinking and driving, speak as if you have nothing to worry and with no sound of sadness from any word, for those words will decide the thin line between let them know if you are okay rather than uncovering your secret that you are indeed stay inlove, that you are falling apart and that if you had to wait longer you would, yet that would be more painful correct but then you think what if this waiting timeline has a different result? I rather say it won’t not a different result because you’ll be mad if all that wait was for no reason, than being to wonder if love is indeed real or just another fictional story that everyone wants to believe, as fairy godmothers and unicorns and explanation to unicorns would be they’re just like ponies when knowing well that there is no unicorns, even if love is something that seems to be real or close to it should we believe that it is real? Most people would say yes believe in it, I understand why they might say that well if you don’t believe in love you will live life wondering if it is real, doesn’t that mean that a part of you still believes in the fact that there is love out there and upsets you when you know that something that you don’t have?’

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Speed Up Time

We have no power to speed up time but if we could lord how much would we, I on the other hand like to think of myself as able to do so to speed up time, the least amount of time I spend thinking about anything really makes time go way faster, so I stop every thought for so time can speed up and I can see you one more because you are not here yet and I’ll have to wait and wait, yet I’ll be patient because we don’t have the power to control time and though I like to think as myself to be able I am as helpless as anyone else, I on the other hand have to be able to control my emotions when it comes I can’t be careless, for you are married and inlove and I will not change that or so one side of me thinks the other side thinks that I should, but I am not in the Click move I do not have a remote to control time oh how I wish I could, imagine that if I made a mistake I could go back and fix it or say forget it and just speed up time, and lord knows I want you with me, why couldn’t I meet you at the right time? But when is it the right time? And why if there is no right time? Will I just be wasting time? Well you are happy are so you say so but I don’t want to believe that because I want a chance at least a bit of possibility, speed up time so I can see you.’ 

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Your Eyes

I think I was lost the moment I looked into your eyes, I smile as a dummy a child when staring right at a toy, cupcake, ice cream, the thought of wanting you more each day make me weak and I think some part of you has notice I might decide to let you know someday and ya it might freak you out and you might change the way you act towards me but I rather somewhat let it you know like I would be so much at peace or would I? The fact to be rejected is killing that will be the moment I lose all of the oxygen left in me, my pride would melt and I would feel odd once again in my life, yes I want you every bit of you I fell for your eyes oh lord those colored eyes if you ask me to do anything for you how could I decline that when you smile and tell me to do may things for you and the world disappears, how can I stay away if every time I look at you I fall inlove maybe I should forget it let you be happy with whoever you wish but it will hurt, I will die deep inside I will forget how to smile for a very long time I want to touch you as if I was the one allowed to do so, if I was asked if I felt this way forever ago I would have said yes either way because when I first saw you my heart stopped for light years so it felt like.’