Written in Water

My words
Written in water
Echoed through ripples
Until they reached the sea.

There they drifted
Helpless to the rising and falling water
and the crashing waves.

They drifted
Next to reminiscence of what used to be
Mere memories

My words
Written in water
Echoed through ripples
Until they met the sea

My words, written in water
Were never meant to be.

You were supposed to be

I hate you because I love you. However not in the way you might have hoped for. You were supposed to be a lot of things to me, a protector, you were always supposed to be there, you were supposed to more than everyone else, you were my safety.
When the outside world wore me down and kicked me down you were supposed to be there. A hand to lift me off my feet to wipe the dust off my shoulders. You were supposed to be so many things, no strings attached. I thought you were different I thought you were someone I could trust.
You were supposed to hug me without wanting more, you turned one of the only things I had left into nothing you proved that I was right when I didn't want to be. I wish I had just been paranoid... but you should me something I didn't want to see was there...
You have destroyed everything, spun everything 180 degrees, turned it all upside down... nothing will ever be the same... you took one of the only things i had left and destroyed it. You only thought of you.

I told you ´´I missed you´´

I told you ¨I missed you¨
My friend,
My lover
My own blood.
You didn´t respond...
I told you ¨I missed you¨
So easily you forgot,
how easy you pretend...
You won´t admit it,
You can´t,
You don´t want to.
I told you ¨I missed you¨
....
I miss you,
That´s all.

Boy, Why didn´t you call me?

Boy, Why you didn´t call me?
Let me lay my this all out for you. I hate you... and i hate you so much because i feel so much for you... I mean cultural differences can only get you so far....
How can you be like this? How can you think like this? How could you do this to one another? How could you do this to me?
If we make plans, we have plans... really if you are busy don´t make plans with me and then ditch me. Don´t say we will do something... I won´t wait on you any longer...
 Why didn´t you call me? If you say you are going to call, fucking call me. Don´t bother lying you don´t flater me, if you don´t plan on calling don´t waste your breathe saying you will. Don´t ask me my number and don´t give me yours, you won´t take this anywhere...
They say women play games that we are hard to understand... you expect too much. You want us to be a challenge, you want to win us over but what if I already want to be yours, I already want to be in your arms and have you never let go? Why would I be anything but me, do anything but what I want, say anything but I feel?
Boy, Why you didn´t call me?

Melon juice and mango

So we're sitting at a restaurant in Mexico, it's 10000 F and there's people from every continent in the world, but what do I take time to do? Writting on sombody else's blog (btw, I'm not Alison, my name is jeff, I'm her canadian friend [check out my blog, meandiintime.blogspot.com]). Is it horrible to be writting on a blog a this moment? We would have the reflex to say yes automatically, but let's stop the cliche and take a second to think about it. What better way to appreciate a moment then get out of it. We never know the memories we're gonna remember, some times it's how big that monument was, sometimes it's the taste of that ice cream, what you rememeber is always suprising.

So what do all those memories have in common? They are the moment where you got out of the moment, and by that I kind of mean being part of the moment. I know it's complicated, but that's metaphysical, so naturally complicated. The point is, try stopping looking at the world through your camera, looking for memory, look at the world through nostalgics eyes, the memories will come automatically.

Hopefully will have more good ruta maya days

Jeff

No more

No more
No more forehead kisses.
No more getting caught in the rain.
No more dancing in the street.
No more hand in hand,
our fingers intertwined.
No more around the corner kisses
sleeping side by side.
No more early mornings
No more midnight meetings.
No more drives without destinations.
No more love.