The little things to change the day

Today turned to be a weird day. Had my day planned but between the power outage at the office that left us freezing and the fatigue that took over me, my plans were quickly dissolved but revamped after that nap and ended a great night.

Nonsense

save everything
don't delete anything
pack it in an orderly fashion
everything that's your passion
don't forget to remember

and sometimes forget

Don't let time pass you by

The Red, The Brown, The Blond and The Dots

Pervious to my daily tasks

time and time again

I must have counted the color dots on  your face

so many times, I almost remember how many

Millions short of being colored

brown, some what blond, somewhat reddish

I could not decide, but you look good in all

At times I found myself unnerved

Simply by your presence

which is a present, this present, I most miss

the smile, short laughter,

Did I mention the smile,

that turn with her head but have her eyes linger,

for one millisecond more?

One millisecond that by now could have amount to one minute

and all of the complements

did you get my complements?

I think I have a crush

on you, I'm not sure

maybe it's something else

but numbers run long,

and knowledge is short of a distance

You and I

Water is falling from the sky

wind is blowing particles

people are losing ground

but today it's you and I

just you and I

If I learned anything

is that it's supposed to be

you and I

Waterfall in the winter

snow buries land

leaves die

and animals vanish

and while standing here

I know things are better

when it is you and I

Water covers land

a boy shakes his snow globe

and the ground cracks underneath

my feet

if I fall into the core

I am falling in your heart

and I won't mind

because It always going to be

you and I

Amounts

there are too many mirrors

in the world

I cannot find my

true self

 

if you look out the window

you'll see anything

and if you step out the door

you'll find anything

But stay in 

and find yourself

not amounting

to anything

Frames of The First

I was crushed

by my first crush

sex

quenched thirst

my soul

the need to be filled

the emptiness came

as her feet stepped past the door

poof, she disappears like magic

but left her faint distance perfume

How did I ever live without her

beautiful flower

that now holds a stench

I hate her in my belief

I need to enter her doors

and take, take, take

take back all that I gave

so that she can feel

the emptiness that no amount

of liquid or substance can fill

I need to enter her backdoor

and take as much as I gave

retract the complements

with no supplements

shake away anything she has on me

sting like a black and yellow bee

burn paper hearts

squeezes butterflies

out of her stomach

cease my beautiful mistake

from ever happening

Number, You Always Remember

Number is running from me
Sorry to see you go
It was short
but nice knowing you

I care little to make your acquaintance
I could not fight meeting you
Thinking you were no good
I thought it was best to keep distance
but once I met you,
things changed

I must say
you showed me a lot of things
you thought me more now
than all my other number friends

It is difficult,
but I know goodbye it must be
So long
new old friend
So long
I hope you teach everyone you meet
All that you have thought me
and show them
what you have showed me

So long

number friend

It is funny

It is funny feeling

going from blind

to seeing

I want to call it a miracle

but no one believes in them any more

It is funny

when I couldn't see,

the things I said I would do

if I just could see.

Now I find myself

already taking it for granted

It is funny

now that I could see,

I realize

I'm most blind

because my eyes lie

I am happy with just trying

It is funny

but really it is not