July 2011
12 posts
Yes, I'd like to cook pasta for you
When you asked me a long time ago what I would like to eat when we go out on a date, I said I love to eat pasta. You know why I chose it? I’ll tell you why…
It has been a rule in dating (and I’ve read it…) never to order pasta on a date. Why you might ask. Understandbly, it is rather quite difficult to eat if you don’t know the proper way as what my friend Sonia...
DEAD STARS (for Paz Marquez Benitez) by H.O....
If I still think of her today
Why didn't I tell her long ago?
I could have saved all wondering
For I'd have peace if I did know.
If I had learned of metaphors
Before I wondered 'bout the stars
Would I have written verses then
And worshipped Venus instead of Mars?
If I had found my tongue could rhyme
Would I have shown a face sans mask,
A heart unsure? But woe is me--
I'll never know, I...
“Anytime I am looking to somebody else as my source, I’m coming from...”
– ~Jan Denise
Any Woman Speaks (By A.M. Gloria)
Half of the world's true glamour
Is held--you know by whom?
Not by the gilt Four Hundred
Parading in perfume,
Nor by the silvered meteors
That light the celluloid sky--
But by these eyes that called you,
Blind fool who passed me by!
Conversation
“I’ll never love again…” “just words… you’ll never stop falling.” _______________ The world has given and it has taken more and more from me. So i’d like to live and let myself be and remove these lingering thoughts in my head – to run as freely and breathe the worries confining and fettering me. I’d like to cast-off every shadows enfolding my sanity - and get a glimpse of love and of life and...
Three Words by Caravaggio
One of my favorite readings contributed by Caravaggio from the column “In a Rage” in Peyups.com
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The three words that mean the most aren’t “I love you”, with its history of being an accomplice to lies, with its bad reputation as a myth. What is “I love you” but the easy way out, the secret weapon revealed at the ends of...
Walk by Your Side by Angel
It doesn’t matter anyway because people have a way with dreaming and believing and inventing words like forever that seem to liberate us from a brief existence that begins to count down the moment we’re born and only stops short at the first kiss of the same short lived romance.
It doesn’t matter because we could always romanticize. Even the most concrete science of matter...