Juan A.

Reflections on Graduating

It’s hard to really talk about important moments when you’re still in them, so I almost never do. Instead, I try to take in every detail: sounds, smells, even the smallest things like a piece of lint drifting through the air in front of me. Only afterwards do I take the time to think aboutContinue reading “Reflections on Graduating”

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To have loved and lostin so little time,like a stone to hit the groundafter a toss. Tumbling, turning, beautifully,fast and passionate,I loved and lost as fastas it was thrown. I stood in place, entranced,the stone my only focus.But hit the ground it did,and walk forward I must.

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Fatigue and lack of sleepNip at the edges of my consciousness.My head lulls itself back and forth,Eyes unfocused, attempting to read.I turn and lay flat on my back,One single, noiseless thought:If only she were here next to me.No need for anything else.No need for sound, except for her breathing.No need for touch, except for herContinue reading “Untitled 1”

Space Dust

To start anew, if the saying is true, frightens, if not terrifies. The warmth throughme shines out to her, she might be living proofor a gift, sent from where terror shies. What once was undeniable, only fact,becomes at once defiable, simply that.Hydrogen, Helium, traveling fast,mistakes, now rectifiable, become the past. Once, you said to meContinue reading “Space Dust”

The Race

Racing, racing, racing, racing,all the time we’re racing.All of life is passing byand yet we still race time.Racing to the finish linewe say “This time, it’s mine.”yet no one ever cares to seethe track as we pass by,the stands, who heard us cry,the fans, who dread the phrase “Goodbye.”Our fans who helped us standwhen lifeContinue reading “The Race”

Walden

The pines sway back and forth.The post of the swing shades my eyes perfectly,so that the rest of me can bask in warmth. I, myself, swing back and forth,weightless, that sea of thought recedes,eyes shut, staying silent as Hollowell. The wind, through leaves, speak of everything,an omniscient teacher, mentor only to thosewho listen, to thoseContinue reading “Walden”

Black Fog

I’m blind to the black fog within,yet I am entirely enslaved to it. My balance lies in the bright world without,carefully chosen and pruned to perfection,but only to perception. Reality strikes, and I am left frozenby the cold world that housesmy soul, shriveled, unopened.

A man’s world

A boy trying to be a man,to protect, and do everything he can.Never certain, fear grips him.“Is this the way? Who do I turn to?Who do I ask for advice?”Still he tries, to put emotions on ice,to teach, to write, work, and play nice.A boy in a man’s world.Mistakes, misguidance, obstinance, fear. A boy inContinue reading “A man’s world”

Spring

So long I’ve lived in what seems a perpetual winter.No snowy days to gaze upon in delight.No warm fires to keep the Frost at bay.Gray, winter days.I knew one day it would be over,either by freeze or by a sudden spring.One day I looked out in a daze, expecting monotony,but there it was: my spring.JustContinue reading “Spring”

Dichotomy

The desire for nothing,the audacity of desire.To hate everything,to want love.The end is near,no path in sight. Choose heads. Choose tails. Choose wisely.