#me

¿Quieres saber que ha sido de mi?

Folder: 
SAST

Sabes qué ha sido de mi?
No, no lo sabes.
Seduje a la noche
bailé con el viento
jugué con el mar
y me emborraché con la música


Me hice el amor
dormí con sueño
peleé con la almohada
escribí mis sueños
y soñé con mis miedos.
Pero tú ya no lo sabes


Cuéntame, qué ha sido de ti?
Mientras yo contaba estrellas
tú contabas cada lágrima
que de tus ojos nacía
No me malentiendas, no es malicia;
alguna vez me sentí mal de hacerte sufrir

 

Notaste cuando estuve por ahí;
en tu espacio, silenciosa
Y escuché las mil aves
olí ese perfume desconocido
canté a todo pulmón mi himno
Me sentiste, pero no me viste...
Ahora ya sabes que ha sido de mi 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAD BEEN OF ME?


Do you know what has been of me?
No, you don't.
I seduced the night
danced with the wind
played with the sea
and got drunk with the music


I made myself love
I slept with slumber
fought with the pillow
I wrote my dreams 
and dreamt with my fears
But you don't longer know


Tell me, what has been of you?
While I was counting stars
you counted every tear drop
that littered from your eyes
Don't get me wrong, is not cattiness;
I once felt bad for making you sad


 

You noticed when I was there
in your space, so silently;
I heard a thousand birds
smelled that unknown perfume
I sang at the top of my lungs my hymn
You felt me, but didn't see me...
Now you know what has been of me

WHO AM I?

I overheard a conversation between an older man and a little girl while standing in the check-out lane

that made me marvel, once again, at the purity of a child’s brain.

 

“How old are you?” The old man asked.

The girl held up two fingers…”I am three.”

The old man chuckled then asked, “and who are you?”

And she answered…”I am me!”

 

Here I had to stop and wonder…what would be my reply

If someone asked me for an answer to the question…who am I?

 

For ‘Who am I’ is not an easy question to truly comprehend…

‘I am me’ is a wonderful answer but in truth…it all depends.

 

I am a child when I eat ice cream or dance out in the rain

I am a friend when I share another friends happiness or help them through their pain.

 

I am a husband when I kiss Deborah good night and look into her eyes.

I am a child again at a carnival… when I’m trying to win a prize.

 

I am a PopPop who has been a horse and a magician with a magic show

I am a man who feels blessed to have been around to watch his children…now grandchildren grow…

 

I am a dad to our three children…even when they’re far away

I am a brother, a cousin, an uncle…depending on the day.

 

Sometimes I have been all these individuals in a single afternoon

It seems a multitude of people envelope me…like the stars surround the moon.

 

So in answer to the question ‘Who am I?” 

“I am me.” is certainly true…

But it also depends on where I am…and who I’m talking to.

 

And, when you stop to think about it, 

It’s fun to look at life this way…

Because I never know, when the day begins,

How many mes I’ll be today.

 

And as for that little girl…who as she left the store was sucking on her thumb…

 

I had to smile as I pictured all the mes she will become.


I overheard a conversation between an older man and a little girl while standing in the check-out lane

that made me marvel, once again, at the purity of a child’s brain.

 

“How old are you?” The old man asked.

The girl held up two fingers…”I am three.”

The old man chuckled then asked, “and who are you?”

And she answered…”I am me!”

 

Here I had to stop and wonder…what would be my reply

If someone asked me for an answer to the question…who am I?

 

For ‘Who am I’ is not an easy question to truly comprehend…

‘I am me’ is a wonderful answer but in truth…it all depends.

 

I am a child when I eat ice cream or dance out in the rain

I am a friend when I share another friends happiness or help them through their pain.

 

I am a husband when I kiss Deborah good night and look into her eyes.

I am a child again at a carnival… when I’m trying to win a prize.

 

I am a PopPop who has been a horse and a magician with a magic show

I am a man who feels blessed to have been around to watch his children…now grandchildren grow…

 

I am a dad to our three children…even when they’re far away

I am a brother, a cousin, an uncle…depending on the day.

 

Sometimes I have been all these individuals in a single afternoon

It seems a multitude of people envelope me…like the stars surround the moon.

 

So in answer to the question ‘Who am I?” 

“I am me.” is certainly true…

But it also depends on where I am…and who I’m talking to.

 

And, when you stop to think about it, 

It’s fun to look at life this way…

Because I never know, when the day begins,

How many mes I’ll be today.

 

And as for that little girl…who as she left the store was sucking on her thumb…

I had to smile as I pictured all the mes she will become.


View joy's Full Portfolio

Ranting.

Folder: 
The Numbing

I honestly can't feel anything but selfishness now,

And I don't know why, but suddenly and somehow

I can't feel like it's possible to care

About anyone. They'd just tear

Me apart from all the ways they'd use me. 

I'm just tired of all the mental abusing

Situations I'm placed in. I'm not sure if I'm numb,

Or getting there, but I'm fully done

Eating this crap they give me, with no forks. 

I'd rather be alone and eat the burnt pork,

Since I don't know how to cook.

It doesn't matter how many books 

I read. Nothing will ever change the way

That I feel under my skin. I'll pay

My soul to the Devil and I'll become

The true me. I'll even get some

True self confidence while I'm at it. 

Any new problem hitting me will get a back fist.

I'll make sure that no other girl will walk

Over me. I'll start to stalk

My own goals and make my life. 

I'll be able to force away the knife

That's threatening my throat. 

And I promise to gloat

About any change I make. 

I'll never hide from my mistakes. 

I'll always be sure to be proud of

Myself. I'll no longer need a girl's love

To be happy. I'll get myself 

To the place of happiness. Even Santa's elves

Won't be able to create something as 

Magnificent as the new me. No one has

The qualities I have in such vast quantities

Like I do. I'll make sure I donate to my charity. 

No one will be as important as me. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know where I was going with this one. 

View wheelchairmagnet's Full Portfolio