October 2009
1 post
We all bleed; but facts like these slip our minds. We all want to be loved; but simple things like these are overlooked. We all ache, and we all cry, and all our hearts are sore. We all miss someone.
And when you speak to an enemy; remember this; We’re all a part of the same soul. The same heart. The same face. And that is the heart, soul, and face of God. Face of the world.
We are all the...
August 2009
3 posts
“The creatures from this world. They’re dark. They craw around as shadows. Grabbing at your ankles. Thick, black smog, wrapping it’s breath. It’s heat around your legs. To pull you down and drag you; into the hideously dark abyss of the world. In which there lies all darkness; the absence of light. They’re monsters, that run rampage; chasing you like vicious ghosts....
“We all keep guards up, but to protect us from what? The inevitable? The pain we’re already meant to feel? If it’s not love, then it is the absence of love that will destroy you. We have too much of one thing, and not enough of another. There is no.balance in this world.No equilibrium, nothing. To accept as truth. Logic. To trust. Are...
“I believe most people don’t know how to feel. They just walk around. Aimlessly. Glancing at hips, or hair.
Unaware. Of eyes and souls.
Oblivious. That everyone feels this way. Feeling nothing at all. Just empty bodies, becoming single bricks of a wall.” -J.P. Trochez (prosa).
July 2009
26 posts
“I see right through your blank disguise. Right through your vague and empty eyes. I bet you think it’s a defeat. But our sad past’s stuck on repeat. And every ugly thing you say. Is another reason why I drift away. I’d never know what was true. For I repressed every feeling I had towards you. my love for you is still in my heart. but to myself I’ll keep that...
“Love is the sharing of two profound souls. One an abysmal yellow, another an abstruse blue. Caressing shades of hue, and melting from colors into sounds. Orchestrating an explosion; An intense rush. A passionate battle. An overwhelming sensation. Life is a colossal ocean filled with all sorts of unexplainable emotion that are submerged into a subconscious atmosphere. A perpetual current of...
“Words painted with permanent ink. Ink that only defines itself for never being lost. But when secret notes fade, and tears make them smear. You begin to chant “everlasting; so?” I am a simple word in a very large chapter. My definition is restricted from everything I wish for it to be. Trapped among the blue and between pink. Beyond my context, I’m being drowned in vowels. In a world...
“Your grip on my hand gently tightens, as you softly kiss my cheek. Your lips firmly open and your words float out so weak, You look into my eyes, and whisper an eager plea; “Will you fall into the sea with me?” Pouring himself into the water, our hands remain locked, I’m pulled into the ocean from the unsteady dock. As we descend into a perpetual abyss, I look above, to...
“Maybe what I feel for you is true. I’m tired of writing poems about you. You destroy all of the beautiful words I arrange, and I know people like you and I change. But you still look at me, for I’ve caught your eyes. They’re the only thing that have connected us without ties. In my own words, I’m telling you. If we’re not to blame, then who? So please, hold my...
“you’re just like a star. so much distance, so far. all you’d ever do is crash and burn. but for the center of your heart was all I’d ever yearn. and it takes light years for me to see you explode. because all you ever showed me was how pretty you glowed. You were once my star. The one I counted from afar. Connected to my favorite constellations. Watching over all the...
“I’m as free as the leaves that fall in late autumn. Cold and alone, But I am free. Free from my strings; and undoing my ties. Without a branch to hold me back. I can always follow the wind. and wrap myself around the world. getting lost will never be a problem. because I’ll never have a home. my colors will change. and soon I will fade. but at least I can always remember. I was...
“Small fingertips stroking the clouds. With big brown eyes staring down the sun. Laying down in abyssal grass; hiding from the world. With leaves as my eyes, and wind as my voice. I can’t see you, but I wish I could. and you can’t hear me, but you know I’m there. Just turn your head to the right, and you’d apperceive my sweet endeavor. Torpid skies with dormant birds,...
“Elegant and gallant. As I drown in the sea. Dancing in my long white dress, Quickly grasping what is only me. In the ocean, I’m not alone, but every thing’s obscure. A blur of abysmal blues and greens. Nothing to attract or lure. Final oxygen; revoked from my blood. Inhaling ocean water; My lungs begin to flood. Breathing in water is just the same as air. Just a little heavier...
“We live our lives in some sort of despair. That if perhaps we succomb to the world, or even a single person; unshielding our vulnerabilities, We unravel, completely. Dwindle, fall apart, melt and vanish. We’ll peel like shaven apples or ripe mandarins… It’s inevitable;- gravity’s magnetic force to the heart attracts tissue. It tugs on skin, and blood and bone. Surfaces your heart, and...
“The world sometimes feels like a painting. A fascinating masterpiece in which I dwell within. And there I co-exist with texture and colors of the earth.
I’m the three-dimensional figure that inhabits this world of art. I simply yearn to fade into this beautiful horizon. My hues to blend among the sky and oceans.” -J.P. Trochez (prosa).
“You are infinite, like the depth of the sky. You are bright, like the stars at night. I am dark and blue, like the ocean before dawn breaks. I am the shocking tide, like the a full moon at sea.
We are different, but in the darkness, we collide.”
-J.P. Trochez (vers libre).
“You are the moon; dwelling in the night sky; dented and cratered by the troubles of the universe. Shedding light upon dark forests, and slowly disappearing. However, you always return. I am the terrifying depths of the sea. Infinite and abysmal. Dark and capturing. Drowning in my own obscurity, trapped in my own existence. You lure me, and bring me to surface. Crashing me into the shore on...
“You lurk into the depth and shadows of the abyss. And I patiently stand above the surface looking in. Wondering how deep my eyesight will allow me to travel. Waiting for my pupils to adjust to the darkness. So that perhaps someday, I could see you; So that perhaps someday, I could identify you- As you lurk in the depth and shadows of the abyss.” -J.P. Trochez (vers libre).
“Your beautiful soul caresses my fragile heart like sun to my skin.” -J.P. Trochez (haiku).
“My heart grows weaker pound per pound. A horrifically terrible tone and sound; To the rhythm of the crashing sea, my body’s reaction to a heart feeling empty. My rosy cheeks, of crimson red. Contemplate words I’ve not said. I runaway, above the shore. A place of beauty; I adore. Reflecting in the foamy sand, I stir my fingers and place my hand. To leave a mark along this earth....
“The tall grass served as an enormous monster, devouring us as we walked. Withering our stubborness, shattering our fear. The sonority of our merriment served as the world’s most cherished music box. Playing soft recordings of laughter that drift into the atmosphere and modest hums of adventurers. We lied upon the thousands of fields being carefully watched by the world’s blue...
“Today, the sky seems to be devouring the entire earth. I’m afraid to breathe. I mean, this air. This thick white smog; perhaps is fog. This milky and dead air, going into my lungs and seeping into my heart. Clutching my throat and cutting my skin. Drowning my body and my spirit and draining my blood and…. well and….. everything I’m composed of. The purity and...
“Ever-excepting of your vivid passion that will remain forever captivating. Prisoner is a s I am prisoner; perhaps. Of beautiful love; or life’s painful deathtraps. The rushing of blood that is composed by a beat, Which races from vein to vein as I greet the aesthete. Your wonder and magnificences satisfies my curiousity. Exhilaration that with love and light; a large smile and big...
“Perhaps life is one extraordinary competition. where those who have passed forever applaud for those who have managed to survive another day. a brutal war in attempt to make function of this world. and with every catastrophe, we begin once again upon a clean slate. in which tears drowned the surface and layed along a new foundation. a difficult competition. where those who have passed,...
“Your voice is the sun- lighting up my crescent moon,- brightening the world.” -J.P. Trochez (3 haiku).
“Your existence dwells, where your warm soul inhabits, and there, I search.”
-J.P. Trochez(2 haiku).
“I am the beauty that mirrors from your eyes when you stare at a magnificent scene. The perception you feel at the meniscus of your eye lids, spinning and spinning in an entangled construction of a metallic and reflective hue, towards the edge of your dilated pupils. Eyes that emulate the lonely world in which you inhabit your weakened body and your eager soul. I am the timid sonority that...
“Long hours of the day that somehow bleed into summer. Where the light is always a familiar gold. The air of heavy heat, in which you breathe in and can feel every inch of this atmospheric summer whistle through your throat into your chest in a warm and shallow pathway. Yes, it’s one of those days where you can feel summer months comfort you upon your disappointments. Promising to help you...
“The heels of your shoes bury into the fresh April soil. There, the compounds of your being — drown; Your permanent estate, in which your body must dwell; Stifles the purpose of your existence; Trapping your freedom, and caging your soul. Alas, you are capture by the chains of society.”
-J.P. Trochez(1 vers libre).
“In the depth of night- Our timid souls then entwine- like vines to a tree.”
-J.P. Trochez(1 haiku).