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RE: Lack Of Funds For Education

Are you back to hating school again?
Back to not caring what you're doing?
Is it part of your daily initiative,
to close down on philosophies
that help move ideas ahead?
Are you back to hating on school again?
Kid, why can't you see the beauty in it?
An educated mind will make words so divine
that anyone would want to read them.
Can't you see that? Your words need educated millions.
So tell me, are you going back to mishandling funds again?
Magically cut the creative programs again?
Are you back to hating on school again?
Not caring about the future generations you are ruining?
Is it part of your campaign needs to shut down schools
and make universities unattainable?
Tell me Kid,
Are you back to hating schools again?
I thought that was something we experienced in childhood,
but I guess you never outgrew the hate of books.
The ones that hold biased lessons inside of them
and make it OK for you to hate on school again.

i wish my words would hurt you

i wish my words would hurt you

but they don't.
they don't have that power.
of ripping any love
out from
your insides
and into an oblivion
of dark thoughts.

my words don't do that.
they don't have the power
to make you sad, or mad
or glad, they have no power;
none at all. over you,
my words might as well
float on by.
no matter how hard I try
you go on by.
as if no worth is of them.
to you,
my words are not worthy.

they don't hurt.
they don't feel anymore.
doesn't matter,
the love they once declared,
it's gone.  my words,
they don't want you. any more.

The words that are coming out
of my heart
don't mean anything to you.
they have
no meaning at all.
for you took it with your
cowardice.
you took it, when you decided
to give up on me.
For something less magical
than the words my heart can speak.

stop giving writers notebooks

stop giving writers notebooks to write on.
a writer will write, regardless of the paper
or software.

stop giving writers notebooks thinking that's
a true gift. it's not. we write regardless of papers
and backdrops, and ink.

stop giving a writer a notebook, instead,
give them something to write about.
giving a writer a notebook is accepting
you don't know them enough to inspire.

instagram

este es mi dilemma con instagram:

que belleza la pureza de ver todo

lo que a mis amigos rodea.
Amigos, cibernéticas, o de donde sea.

instagram le mete cuando

me ensaña vistas algaretes,

o hasta lo surreal. pero de vez en cuando

amanece una foto que no la hace.

y me lo tengo que chupar.

un célfi me demuestra una mujer bien apuesta

es ella con recorte nuevo. y yo en pleno des-apogeo

nunca pensé que iba a ponerse más hermosa. pero ahi está.

42 likes y los que falten, no importante la constante,
ahi esta. ella. este es mi dilemma con instagram.
ni importa cuan lejos este, su contenido va presente.

y me lo tengo que chupar.

 

There it is again

It finally reached the bottom of my stomach,
the feeling I always get when I realize

I once again failed to "let go".

To "forgive and forget",  none of that

seems to process fast enough in my headspace,

that is, in comparison to yours.

There it is, that emptiness of

knowing I'm not worthy enough

but someone else now seems to be.
The burning that goes through my veins

whenever I see you happy, for I'm not the source

and then I realize, how could I have ever been such a thing?

There it is again, the darkness in my thoughts.

Those that don't wanna let go. Because like you,

they are not sure what they want. And like you,

they are convinced nothing works between the two of us

anyways.

But, no matter what,

there it is again.

Me seeing you move ahead,
and you forget all that was left. 

Whatever little bit of us 

was actually still there. 

And this time, I hope the feeling stays long enough

for me not to have to greet it with open arms again.

There is it again. 

For that which you cannot control

Why you fussin? 
Can't you see the whole world
before your eyes,
is blossoming?
rain trickles down
from above.
clouds pass by
quickly,
         [look, all I'm trying to say is
stop trying to control things
that are
        [out of your control
let fate run its course,
atoms explode,
right before your eyes
a galaxy combines
in the shape of
         [dust balls,
winter is upon all of us,
and there's nothing you can
do about it, nothing. So
stop fussin over things you
cannot control.
         [it stopped being cute
months ago. With summer.