Freedom = Free Thought.

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I’ve got a burning little secret….

So fustrating to keep it and too frightening to tell.

But I’ll show you if you want.

Sometimes it’s the loudest voice in the room,

so close we can share the same breath

or maybe it’s just in my head.

I’ll shout it in your ear one day, instead of whispering it in your sleep.

And maybe you’ll love me too.

Just when the dust settles, and the air seems clear enough to tell

The world goes straight to hell and all I can do is stay here.

And swallow my heart another day.

another day to almost tell you that i do,

another day to pretend I don’t.

Another night to dream of you,

Another night I can’t bear.

To smell your hair on my pillow the next morning,

to smooth your bed-tousled hair

and catch the sun in your sleepy eyes.

I’ll lie where your body was,

still warm with the scent of your skin.

I will close my eyes and I will tell myself “someday”.

Dear baristas:

humidbeing:

I know you think it’s cute to abruptly ask “What if I say no?” and do a small hop at the end of everyone’s lengthy order, but these are people in desperate need of caffeine.

You’re 33, wearing a baseball cap, and have pigtails.  We get it; you’re the sassy one.  Just pull the damn shots.

 Ha ha ha! Reminds me of one of my exes, she’ll be 33 and working at starbucks because she’s too lazy to finish her degree.

Alone with my thoughts

Sometimes I get high, spin around a thousand times
Sometimes I lock myself behind open doors
Sometimes I tell you why I am silent
because sometimes I’m yours and sometimes I belong to the wind.
Sometimes I belong to one, and sometimes to a hundred
and there are times, my love, I swear I think:
“Why is it so hard to feel this way?”
To feel like this, it’s so hard.

Sometimes I look at you and sometimes you let me
You lend me your wings and I retrace your footprints
Sometimes through it all, you never failed me
Sometimes I’m yours sometimes to no one at all.
Sometimes I swear I really regret
not giving you my whole life, instead only moments
why is it so hard? Living is only to live.
Why is it so hard, to live only my life.

When no one sees me, I can be or not be.
When no one sees me, I can put the world behind me
When no one sees me, my skin doesn’t trap me
When no one sees me, I can be or not be
When no one sees me

I write to you from the depths of my existence
From where the anxieties and the infinite essence arise
There are things so particularly yours that I don’t understand
And there are things so particular to me, yet I don’t see them
I suppose therefore, that I don’t have them
I don’t understand my life, yet these verses help me see,
In the darkness I have you, when I want most to see.
Don’t turn on the lights I’m still naked, in body and soul.

When no one sees me, I can be or not be
When no one sees me, I resemble your skin
When no one sees me, I think about her too
When no one sees me, I can be or not be
When no one sees me, my skin is not the limit

Truly, Time is Relative.

There are fleeting moments in the world that last an eternity in my mind.

The first time I saw the snow falling and the sight of the city under its blanket.

The last look at my home before I left, not knowing what my future would find.

The sob I hid as I saw my father for the last time as they closed the casket.

Mere seconds burned in my memory, relived when I close my eyes.

The first time I fired a weapon, through the smoke as my target dropped.

Watching the flag fall in the dusk, realizing the price so many paid.

The sight of skyscrapers crumbling and realizing my breath had stopped.

The moment I realized in was alone in strange lands yet I wasn’t afraid

Slight pauses in time that forever changed the course of my life.

The moment I fell in love a breath held, and an eternal sigh.

The fear I felt when my heart was no longer my own.

The first time I woke up to find a lover at my side.

The electric second of pleasure and the sound of a moan.

a moment when a blink was an epoch, and one breath a lifetime.

-Isaac R. Cuevas