Tequila guzzling speed freak

If you search for me, don’t search too hard.

You just may find me leaving today,

Because darling, this poor and crippled soul

Has some fears to drown on her own.

And someday if you look for me still,

You may find me in a cold and filthy place

Writing sad lines and puzzling prose,

And maybe singing to keep warm.

I’ll find myself quickly, I hope,

But don’t you find me too early, love.

I think someday I’ll write about you,

And the people who knew me one day.

I’ll be kind to those who gave;

Harsh to those who wouldn’t.

Because it’s true, I’ve gotten dark.

And I’m afraid I’m quite bitter, too.

You may say I’ve become cruel,

And I’d say quietly, “I think it’s true”.

Now if you could please do me one more

Be a dear and apologize to them all.

Tell them I’m wrong or sick or gone

Or just say I couldn’t help but fall.

You have me

And I remember I asked why.
And you said "Because I tend to love a lot.
I like to sit on lawns, and watch people laugh.
I love water when it's cold.
And I love to make people smile.
I'm an observer, and sometimes a loner.
But I hate feeling lonely."
You also said "Because I was born at night,
And because I have a short name.
Also I think I'm a bit silly,
But I'm not stupid.
I love to read and write.
And I hate being told what to do."
Finally you said "It's because I can't sleep.
And I don't drive too slow.
I don't talk much at all,
But I think a lot.
I think I'm kind of nice.
And I could really matter,
If someone said I could."

And I said "I think you're a good person.
And you're a bit sad,
But I know that you'll be fine.
I know you're kind and shy,
And right now, a bit terrified.
And darling, I could say you matter.
But it's more than implied."

Chunga, chunguita

"Te fuiste, como la noche cuando llega el día;

Como un suspiro que se va y no vuelve.
Te fuiste, cuando pensaba que eras toda mía;
mía nada más, nada más mía.

Amor, ¿por qué has herido así mi corazón? Tan tuyo...
Amor, ¿por qué sangraste así la vida que te di?
¿No ves que mi dolor puede volverse orgullo
Y tú no vuelvas a saber de mí?

Yo sé que mi pecado fue quererte mucho,
Y no esperaba de la vida este dolor.
Dentro de mí tu dulce voz escucho,
Como un eco que me rompe el corazón."

The United States of Depression

"Lizzie: Hemingway has his classic moment in 'The Sun Also Rises' when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt. All he can say is, 'gradually, then suddenly'. That's how depression hits... you wake up one morning afraid that you're going to live."

"Ruby: Lizzie, I'm not crying because you're mean. I just can't imagine how incredibly painful it must be to be you."

The only way to have a friend is to be one.

Amas Veritas

"Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my hear to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. A sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for."

"But there are some things I know for sure: always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can."

Un jueves por Haití

Narcoleptic Hope

It was your own crime, my friend.
Provoked me to my limit.
Hang in there, bear the pain.
Don't cry, don't beg.

You try to blame it all on me.
No one believes you, no one cares.
Drift away from screaming faces,
Hide out in your own lies.

Your tears won't invoke pity,
Mom and Dad won't care at all.
No room for fraudulent words.
Or your narcoleptic hope.

Your soul still has a lot to learn.
Life has been hard, increasingly.
But don't lie down, don't break guard.
It's only getting worse, lovely.

No time for questions anymore.
I am ready now, I'll keep my promise.
I shall have to kill you after all.
My dear, don't you see?
It was me all along.

Remember me

A terrible mistake, a terrible misfortune.

A nightmare imprisons you

And tortures me with your suffering.

Your gaze, once so enthralling is now cold

My name loses meaning to you, and my face

Is a stranger’s.

Why do the secrets of fate unveil such cruelty?

There was no time I didn’t love you, no day I didn’t need you.

Please come back to me, my angel,

And lay your head on my lap as we laugh like we used to.

I’ll hold your hand, dry your tears and help you remember.

I remember everything.