It's very beautiful over there.

Are the lonely mornings worse than the lonely nights?

Mon, 13 May 2013 09:51:54 -0400

Are the lonely mornings worse than the lonely nights?

You are the stars and I am nothing but the relentless air that holds you up

Mon, 06 May 2013 02:17:47 -0400

You are the stars and I am nothing but the relentless air that holds you up

Because I really do enjoy and find satisfaction in staying up until the early rays of morning...

Mon, 06 May 2013 02:10:13 -0400

Because I really do enjoy and find satisfaction in staying up until the early rays of morning reading even though my eyelids feel ten times older than I do.

I wrote this last year dang I don't even remember

Mon, 06 May 2013 02:03:50 -0400

I like people that have an extensive vocabulary that stretches vastly over the dingy vernacular we practice in this inconspicuous place because it makes conversation more amusing, and it’s nice to find somebody who actually has a clue as to what they’re talking about and seems to hold some knowledge of the hidden words that most people don’t know about since the majority of people that I unfortunately encounter have a plethora of impertinence scalding within them that can be seen transparently from my perspective. The conclusion of this makes me evasive and not want to exchange words with them which results in me gathering an abundance of distaste and hatred towards whoever because in my view, the way we use words reflect our level and concentration of civilization that we can only inherit from within ourselves and cannot be taught nor received, but by gaining knowledge of that we are intrigued by.

It need not matter how good or bad you are nor how many sins you have done for it is a true fact...

Mon, 06 May 2013 01:58:02 -0400

It need not matter how good or bad you are nor how many sins you have done for it is a true fact that we all must fall to our knees and onto our chests one day or another.

Cold hearts and warm minds.

Mon, 06 May 2013 01:56:42 -0400

Cold hearts and warm minds.

Blank. Black walls close around me I can barely breath A ring of light shines above me But I...

Mon, 06 May 2013 01:53:27 -0400

Blank.

Black walls close around me

I can barely breath

A ring of light shines above me

But I know it’s out of my reach

My breaths are low and shallow

The walls start caving in

The floor below my feet dissolve

As I fall into depression

I try to find something to cling to

To hold on to to stop my fall

But there is nothing there

As I feel around the wall

I hit a hard surface and slowly sit back up

I see blank faces staring at me

And my anger starts to erupt

They’re the faces that put me in this place

The place in where I stand

The cold and dark and empty place

Who hold my blood in their hands

I feel around the ground

And touch something hard

I put it to my head and remember all my scars

I put my finger on the trigger
Hoping they will see

See the pain beneath my shell

The real person inside of me

I feel the tears sting my cheeks

My heart pounding so fast

I feel my blood go cold

My soul breaking away like glass

The last thing I remember

Were the blank faces that I saw

I watched them turn their backs on me
Laughing like nothing was wrong

like thy instagram photograph A poem by Dannica Ramirez

Sun, 05 May 2013 00:59:10 -0400

like thy instagram photograph

A poem by Dannica Ramirez

I want to sleep in the crevices of your soul.

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:41:02 -0400

I want to sleep in the crevices of your soul.

To be with you under a sky of lights while the sun has shied away and the moon has displayed itself...

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:33:29 -0400

To be with you under a sky of lights while the sun has shied away and the moon has displayed itself above a canopy of stars while the soft hum of music is slowly drifting through the wind and the embers of a slow roasting fire is crackling away, is a place in which I would like to be in all aspects of my timeline.

And in the darkest of my nights I could see nothing but the luminosity of the pretentious sight of...

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:32:27 -0400

And in the darkest of my nights I could see nothing but the luminosity of the pretentious sight of what could only be what is left of the universe.

Northern Lights

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:22:08 -0400

And the stars would dance. They would dance with each other, mixing in with the clouds and the moonlight, as bright lights cascaded from the sky, as the sky was happy. But as to why the sky was happy we do not know. It is a knowing that will never be known, as well as why lights that shine from the sky intervene with the wind, making shapes that only the most imaginative people can identify. Perhaps the story is in the pictures. Perhaps it’s been telling us all along, but we humans were too blinded by its beauty to see what the universe was trying to tell us. Perhaps the stars wanted us to dance with them, for they lay there in the black night shining so brightly for our egoistic eyes to see, displayed for those who care and those who don’t even take a glance. And maybe that’s the problem. People don’t notice. They do not wonder what is in space, or in the universe, or what lies below the earth’s crust or even beyond it and what life could possibly be in another galaxy or planet. They do not wonder—they do not think—and maybe that is why the dancing stars appear: to thank those who do notice, and who do wonder, and open the eyes of others who don’t, as the sky produces wondrous and whimsical and wry colors, the wind painting it across the black canvas recklessly and rebellious. It is why the stars dance, it is why the sky is happy, it is why us humans travel so much to see these strange, nocturnal creatures of the night. Because it makes us happy? Because it is a rare beauty? Because the swivel of lights and the beat of drums that seem to be aching through the atmosphere entice us as time stops for a moment and the world is only yours and the universe is smiling down upon us as it shows us one of its secrets of its enclosed mind? Perhaps.

I feel very fragile—like I’m a glass vase inside a brown box with the FedEx logo on it without any...

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:04:55 -0400

I feel very fragile—like I’m a glass vase inside a brown box with the FedEx logo on it without any bubble wrapping or styrofoam in the box with me and I feel like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces and the FedEx guy isn’t going to care and drop me off anyways.

Sooner or later we’ll all be pigments of another person’s imagination, and all that will be left of...

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:00:26 -0400

Sooner or later we’ll all be pigments of another person’s imagination, and all that will be left of us will be the memories that we shared with another.

I want to feed on your thoughts and swim in your blood. I want to drown in your soul. I want to...

Sat, 04 May 2013 11:59:18 -0400

I want to feed on your thoughts and swim in your blood. I want to drown in your soul. I want to sleep on your lips—paint your veins. I want to caress your mind and pulse with your heart. I want you to be my home.

My thoughts are over-exaggerations that vary from the pits of emptiness all the way to the gates of...

Sat, 04 May 2013 11:52:20 -0400

My thoughts are over-exaggerations that vary from the pits of emptiness all the way to the gates of the clouded regions. My thoughts are multiple annotations in a book called My Life.
Which sucks.

Her smile was like the last day of a vacation: sad and waning.

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:43:17 -0400

Her smile was like the last day of a vacation: sad and waning.

If you’re actually here thanks dawg gonna update this as much as I can :-)

Fri, 03 May 2013 00:24:36 -0400

If you’re actually here thanks dawg gonna update this as much as I can :-)

In the late hours between us there was such a strange casualty. It was as if I could brave my soul...

Thu, 02 May 2013 22:22:25 -0400

In the late hours between us there was such a strange casualty.
It was as if I could brave my soul yet contain my mind.
I was equipped with the full knowledge of your inglorious reputation yet could not restrain my heart.
And it was in the late hours that filled our coffee mugs and lit up the windows that I could indeed allow myself to be overwhelmed with your quiet ramblings and soft hums of the music that you had full knowledge that I absolutely despised.
It was in these late hours that made the old music box sing and the blankets warm that I could project my desires, and imagine that my days were filled with the same ease you brought as you cracked the window and slid inside, just to become another shadow.
It was in these late hours that I was reminded of how great the stars rendered their light, and how vast the ocean waters may have seemed.
It was the late hours that made me feel like I was walking through the Milky Way—the hours between asleep and awake.
It was the late hours with you—the hours I woke for, until the mugs were empty and the music box stopped singing.
And you were just another shadow, that the window hadn’t let in.

We are in darkness Sparks from your cigarette Dance with the night They are like stars And you are...

Thu, 02 May 2013 22:16:00 -0400

We are in darkness
Sparks from your cigarette
Dance with the night
They are like stars
And you are the sky
I am the moon
If you asked me
I would never stop shining
Even with the sun

We are the galaxy
Smoke from your mouth
Tails from comets
Raining down
Into black holes
You are the sky
I am still shining

We are the universe
Unknown
Forever
Bathing in asteroids
Winding
Luminous

We are in darkness
You are the sky
I am the moon
The stars have faded