This is a letter from my older self to my younger self, using the advantage of hindsight and the possibility of time travel inspired by sci-fi movies. I hope you will believe me when I say that I am you, and to prove it, I will reveal a secret that only you and I know:Continue reading “How Naivety Shaped Me: A Poem Letter to My Younger Self”
Author Archives: Cristian Gajardo
Toyota Prius: A Poem of Abandonment and Escape
I recognize this abandonment pattern. Neglect and avoid, pushed to the side, suffocate and deprive. Overwrought. Rush to get over the noise. Stiff arm tactical markup. One and death on the goal. Practically harmless. Red zone ballad demarcation. Change is in constance, conscientious tailored departure. Mademoiselle, I’ve heard you tell me this often. Understandable. HatchetContinue reading “Toyota Prius: A Poem of Abandonment and Escape”
You Knew: A Poem of Compatibility and Conflict
It’s bittersweet: grapefruit sauvignon, rose-stained cherry motif, Nightmares on Wax on repeat. Please beware of the beast Swiping left, recurring sentiment, pattern repeat. Didn’t fall in love with your pictures, fell in love indiscreetly. Deciphering flaws, explicating Jungian traits Brain’s defensive mechanism, delegating safety restraints. Decoding reflexive emotive, premeditative distaste Automatic, chemical composition innate. FeaturesContinue reading “You Knew: A Poem of Compatibility and Conflict”
Disassociation and Cursive: A Poem Letter to Dissociation and Regret
You spoke passionately, breathing in between; about how we could practically look at each other without speaking and know what we mean. Hold my hands. Slight facial gesture, radiant beam. On the cusp of extraordinary meaning, emboldened by components both constructed with a definition of love. Uphold the only person I wouldn’t give up. UltralightContinue reading “Disassociation and Cursive: A Poem Letter to Dissociation and Regret”
JOURNAL: Houston, Can You Hear Me? A Tale of Isolation and Memory
Man, I never saw this coming. Saturn was the last place I wanted to end up. And here I am, on this unmanned spaceship headed for what feels like a haunted mansion in the sky. It’s crazy to think about how different life was just a month ago. Breathing used to be second nature, butContinue reading “JOURNAL: Houston, Can You Hear Me? A Tale of Isolation and Memory”
A letter to the past and the future: exploring who I was and who I want to be
Fulfillment is an intriguing state of existence, one that imparts a profound sense of wholeness, both within and without. It’s as if your very being emanates a radiant aura, enhancing your interactions with others, and even causing the sun to appear more resplendent than its usual self. In truth, the sun remains a constant presence,Continue reading “A letter to the past and the future: exploring who I was and who I want to be”
Rorschach’s and Gunslingers: The Last Time You Said Stop
Sigh I don’t get it. They tell me to write happy things. But the thing is, you don’t feel the need to discuss your happiness on paper when you’re happy. You just embrace the moment and live it. I don’t want to talk about that. Momentary silence. Dusk-lit bedroom apartment. Buzzing of cars from trafficContinue reading “Rorschach’s and Gunslingers: The Last Time You Said Stop”
The Troll Under My Bridge: How I Struggle to Figure Me Out
It’s beginning to show The intertwining dividends of time invested and growth My intention provoked, lying listless and broke Revisiting moments that to me seem explicitly warped Yosemite vulture, my melatonin dried up some Sore throat, sore back, amphetamine humdrum Ever-growing size of my blood pump escaping out of my thorax 500-pound dry-flesh, green alienContinue reading “The Troll Under My Bridge: How I Struggle to Figure Me Out”
Wallflower in the Spotlight: A Poem of Nervousness and Affection
The perks of being a wallflower, or the disadvantages in some cases. Mr. Observant, half perfectionist, getting a taste of his own medicinal value, describes me to myself in a vacuum. Tell me how many times I scratch my chin, touch my ribcage, leave you feeling incomplete. When you feel me getting nervous around you,Continue reading “Wallflower in the Spotlight: A Poem of Nervousness and Affection”
Obsidian Sun: I Declare War on Your Every Crevasse
to whom it may concern
Soul Baby Soul: A Poetic Journey of Passion and Regret
It’s almost complete, the distance between falling apart, From whispering secrets, a sequence you act nonchalant, Like a purist in person. I told you to stop kissing my heart, Questioned why, choking back tears, “au revoir,” So insincere. A brassiere draped over post-traumatical scars, And it’s worthless. Holding hands under Jupiter and Mars, Deafening stare,Continue reading “Soul Baby Soul: A Poetic Journey of Passion and Regret”
So Little, Little: The Story of a Tin Man’s Quest for Love
Why am I here again? Why does it matter? Handle these items with care. They are fragile. Wear a mask and lie to your closest, Keyser Söze display. Let’s erode together, hold my rusty hand in the rain. Tin man toppling, iron giant in grave. Hear the fucking rain pound its way on my armor,Continue reading “So Little, Little: The Story of a Tin Man’s Quest for Love”