you

I'm not very good 
at a lot of things.

I cannot paint
you pictures
because the beautiful
things in my head
cannot be translated.

Nor can I sing to you,
as my voice has an 
uncanny habit
of falling flat.

Nor can I play for you
as my fingers fumble
when my thoughts
cross over to how
you look, watching me.

But I can brush the
knots out of your hair
and work the knots 
out of your back
when your day
has become too
much to bear.

I'm not good at much,
but I will be good to you. 

intro

I started this in hopes that it will give me some sort of an outlet. A place where my mind could run free and escape the clutter of real life. I always seem to give up on things that could end up being beneficial for me. I think it's because of my tendency to fear commitment of any kind. I have learned that nothing, good or bad, lasts, so why bother getting attached? I'm not going to pretend I'm wise beyond my years or that I know the secret meaning to life of what it's all about. I know nothing and I will not pretend otherwise. This is me, opening up. It is kind of scary: having my thoughts out on the internet for everyone to see. I hope this blog will stay anonymous and my posts won't give away too much of who I am. I just need something to pass the time in an enriching way. Some of these will be my own work but others may just be things that I find and enjoy particularly for whatever reason. I might try to venture out and try to write in different languages. I find that some things are better said in Spanish; the translation doesn't do it justice.

harmful substance

Remember when you used to get talks in school 
about drugs and alcohol 
and other dangerous things
that you were supposed to stay away from?

Well they never told us about
midnights spent with a boy
who makes your pulse race
or the lazy smile
that warms his face when you kiss.

They said they were protecting us against
harmful substances
but they forgot to warn me about you.