Nightly Walk #3

Tonight I walked in front of this old school I used to go to many years ago. It’s still the same but with minor differences. The swing sets are gone. Some bricks are mildly undone.

I wasn’t the cool guy at school. I was the silent type. I was shy. During recess, I had some funny jokes to tell, and I was sure that they were funny, but I wouldn’t dare to tell them. At some point some cool guy would walk in and say something funny. I remember I wanted to be like them. I didn’t want to be bullied. I wanted to laugh and yell and act like a little man.

I remember this very cute and cool girl at school. I was so much in love with her. I think she was too. But there was this thing. This limit. She had cool friends and I didn’t. Sometimes she would reach to me. Sometimes she would come to me and talk to me but every time she would do this, some cool friend of her’s would jump in ” Hey, why are you hanging out with this weirdo? ” and she would leave with that person.

So I ended up watching her evolve as a young woman through the years. During high school she stopped coming towards me. We now were in separate classes. Sometimes I would sit in the cafeteria and watch her. Her boyfriends would never treat her right. I wanted to beat the hell out of them and save her. I knew I was able to treat her right. But I never had the strength. I didn’t have it in my arms, I didn’t have it in my heart and I didn’t have it in my soul.

Then I became very sick. I stopped going to school. I stopped going everywhere. I stayed at home. I read. I wrote. I listened. I watched. I began to think. By myself. I began to talk. I became stronger. Maybe not in my arms, but in my heart and soul. And that’s 2 out of 3.

As the years flew by, she went away like the others. I stayed here in my little hometown. I was alone, but I was also with myself. I found myself through these difficult years. I built myself. And now, here I am.

And there she is.

The Main Street

Walking on the tedious path of poetry in a language I barely use… Here we go.

 

It’s ten in the evening,

Ashes from last night’s fire,

Blend with the snowflakes and, well,

I don’t see the difference.

 

This man’s pissing on the wall,

Of the bank, a withdrawal,

His girlfriend sits in the car,

Trying to evade my smile.

 

I see a woman coming fast,

Frail and nervous like a deer,

She looks at me briefly,

My laugh went to her instead.

 

Eratically, this man,

Drowned himself with his own drink,

And on the other sidewalk,

Someone’s smoking and coughing.

 

The lights coming from the cars,

Are blinding me and I can’t,

See who is this silhouette,

Not until these spots are gone.

 

As always there’s some action,

Lots of action on this street,

It’s the main street after all,

And I walk by my own self.

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Pierce Through It

Path of Life

Ouch.

On The Other Side

On The Lookout

Morning Beauty

Menacing