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.

myth, Power, Uncategorized

Gold is not Sliver

The first day that I have seen the light was the day when I was born, that marked the beginning to the end of my days. I was born in a planet named Sliver, reason why it was named like that is because many of the citizens from my planet have sliver skin color. When I was born my planet could not believe their eyes when they would see me, I was born a gold skin color. That made big news, while my parents were in Portal 9, the destination for all new born babies. They turn on the wall frame and saw how the news was leaked to the nations and our empire rulers, they were indeed on their way to Portal 9 to take me from my parents, test me, and find out why I was gold when in Sliver there has never been anyone else that was any other color. My mother, captain of The Ship Spacer, my father teacher of  Powers Academy, they were going to protect me from anything and anyone no matter what. As I said my father is a teacher of  Powers Academy in other words yes we do have powers in our nation, we train as soon as we start walking incase the Outcomers attack once again. The Outcomers are all different colors and there are gold ones just like me, that is the reason our rulers want me in solitude or nonexistent. It was said that the Outcomers planet was better than ours that they had no training and that they were happy all the time, that all changes one day when our rulers went to explore their planet and killed over 300 of them. The rulers from Sliver lied to our whole nation saying that they were Outcomers and that the planet is evil and that they want to kill all of us. That day that I Alex Gold Rizz was born on May 2040 bit years was the day my nation changed weather it was for the best or worst that is an answer that will depend on whom you asked. Sliver was divide by many, we had the wealthy, the poor, the prisoner, the powerless but they were all sliver unlike me. As my parents watch the wall frame they knew they had to act quick, they gather everything from our from at Portal 9 and had an escape plan………………………….until next line’

human, myth, Uncategorized

Black Eva

I am just a human on earth and I look like every other human, yet some around me see me different. All the little children see me and smiled, forever they are the ones that can see my branches haired leaves, my horns, the butterflies that land in my hair, so therefore every time I smile at them they smiled back and giggle. The moment the little human makers turn around and look at me they see a normal human somewhat boring and are amazed that there children are amazed with me. If they only knew the power of their children’s imagination, I am the reason they see flying pigs and cows, the reason they see friends that are not there. I been around for many years and yet the only ones that can keep seeing my real face is the little ones, they are not scared. If the big humans ever see me as I am, they would be the scared ones. I fine it easy to make earth my home although I can go back to my home planet and visit anytime, I rather not I want to stay in the grassy fields, go to school with the boring adults, and see the pour souls grow up and see them also turn into those boring adult who won’t be able to see me again, the circle will keep going and eventually it will end and I will watch that also. I am not good and am not evil, I can be both in this earth and no one will notices I could watch them all die or I could watch them all be saved I could careless. I have no emotions for no one but the tiny humans they are pour nor evil nor good, and when they are tiny they do not know what they will become, until they understand. I have suffer in mind, living on earth to the Idea of living the same life, same day over, over, and over and having no ending.’

human, Power, Uncategorized

Now What?

And we go on and on, thinking that saying will give us a different feeling or give us an answer, and we just sit there and think to our self being of now what such I do now, how such I feel now, how am I going to make a change or feel better about myself and well being. The power of life, the power that makes us have so many questions that we have no answers or will get answers to them. I sometimes think to myself in a way that I wonder about where I am in life, now what, what can I say what can I do, should I feel different or the same, such I react fast or slow. Should I be looking for a soulmate or such I just stop looking? Now what, but I believe that I should just wonder and never answer myself, because answering myself will led to more questions and if I am honest I sometimes rather not have any answers, some people cry, some people dream, some people sleep, some people stay up, some people die, and now what? What should I end my life with? Maybe a big bang, or a dream? A look? Or a deal?’