sjsprWriting

Dear Tree,

It’s hard for me to understand why you’re so selfless. You can’t possibly be happy giving away everything you have for nothing in return—not even recognition, not even a simple “thank you.” How can you possibly not feel any anger towards the boy, who took so much for granted? How can your happiness depend solely on making others happy?

I suppose it’s because you’re a tree—not a human. Humans tend to be selfish. Hum...

So this is by far the worst party I have ever been to in all the 17 years of my fiesta-career. And by worst party I mean it is completely and utterly average. In fact, it is the exact same experience as any and every other party I find myself obliged to attend. I mean who wants to go to something where the people are so human and the music is so fitting for a good time. Wait, what did I even just say? Maybe I’m just boring. There are so many people here who just look like t...

We are all on the same highway, driven by our own morals shaped by society. We are all different, defined by the dents and scratches we have. We follow some for our entire life, leaving others stalled behinds us, while sometimes we are the ones who get left behind, and can only wait for someone to help us carry on and move forward on the road. At times, we take breaks, we make necessary stops, and sometimes we may breakdown. We have to pull over, assess the situation and correct it. Sometimes...

I wonder what it feels like to have your life barred from existance. 
Like your own personal "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." 
Drugs? Too explicit. 
Alcohol? Too explicit. 
Sex? Too fucking explicit. 
Suicide?... Who wants to read about that?
Until it's up in the newspaper stands, on eve...

“si los de abajo se mueven, 

 los de arriba se caen”.

Buscan que los empleen,

en un gobierno que oponen.

Buscan cambio,

y en lo que adoptan su nombre.

Buscan la erradicación

de su propia opinión.

Porque mientras tanto,

“no hay otra opción”.

Buscan formas de crear un major futuro

y se largan porque aquí “todo esta muy d...

Growing up is a process.

It involves digging your fingers

into the pieces that no longer fit.

It involves listening to the sound change makes,

When you tear them out.

(Growing up)

It involves an acknowledgement

Of the splinters in your heart

and the hands that put them there.

(is the longest goodbye)

It involves saying goodbye

And goodbye

And.

Good.

pregret, n. the feeling of deep-seated regret for a mistake before you’ve committed it, even as you’re committing it, like looking your later self in the eye and offering a shrug of insincere apology before proceeding to throw yourself into the fire; so that when, as you’re nursing your burns and the regret comes, the self-loathing already feels old and well-worn and comfortable.

the butterfly who became a caterpillar

You told me stories in a language I didn't know. The words came out of your mouth like all those things that feel right. I wanted to speak like you; resented your ability to make hearts flutter. Because my words are shallow and your words sit in between your eyelashes. And I could say things that you want to hear, but I’m not going to. I’ll tell you about raw feelings and speak in a way that’ll make you realize the things you over...

“Drink with me,” you whispered and I let myself go, drifting into your every pore, desirous to be let in.

Every droplet of air that defied my gravity carried one fragment of my existence, crashing like icebergs against the bounding main and its swell of breath.

Here I am, ignoring the fire that grows irrationally within my center, anxious for another taste of your embittered cure. The essence of your workings push against my every barrier, te...

She wants to be the last thing you'll ever lay your eyes on,

the reason why your eyes widen

in perpetual shock.

She wants to be the cold, hard steel that bites into your gut,

slashes across your stomach, and finally makes its way into

your heart.

She wants to be what you come crashing

down onto when you

fall,

hard

to the floor,

and she'll revel at the feel of you

so yielding a...