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The story of how we met
The story of how we met by Richard Perez
The experience of her appearance causes an adherence of my eyes to hers. Butterflies stir in my stomach as they yearn to fly out between the lips of my dropped jaw just to catch a glimpse of what I saw. The feeling’s raw, and time pauses for what feels like an eternity. I hope it will be, but reality settles again as she moves closer to me. Nervously, I’m counting down her distance before the instance where I have to say something. My count gets to zero, and I say… I say nothing. Thoughts running through my mind, but I’m speechless at this time. Needless to say the first words, she says “Hi” and smiles ever so beautiful. I’ve said that about girls before, but for once I’m truthful. Put your hand on my pounding chest. I’ll prove it to you. Nobody can contest this emotion. It’s like I had an immense portion of the best love potion. I have a notion that this is the end of life as I know it. She’ll end up being the friend and a wife of a poet. But I think I’m thinking too far ahead. I don’t mean to show it. I’ll just think of what to say right now before I blow it. Before the moment ends, she forgets, and I regret, I smile back and say “Hi” instead. This is the story of how we met.
(written 09/03/09)
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Don’t ever forget or ever look past the depth of the concept that a day is a whole day.
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Rave
Rave by Richard Perez
Snare and electrical distortion resonate through a festival that’s enormous. There’s a silence before it. How can they control this? The crowd is moving to the thundering uprise of sound that’s loud but soothing. I am construing the noise to a visual that soon becomes physical in a night completely spiritual. The concept is simple. We long for a happiness that’s unconditional. Original sights of lights moving forming illusions to enhance what the drug is doing. The bass drops, and the fact we dropped is obvious to the masses. With people in trances, we do anything. Everything happens. Perhaps when the lights go through the sunglasses, it increases our chances for love manifested in the lightning dances of gloves. Our light shows take everyone high above the imaginary cloud above the crowd raining down our own sweat. Rave— a night full of rain, thunder, and lightning, we can never forget.
(written 09/09/09)
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It’s hard to meet a girl that makes you feel complete, but she did completely. She makes me want to record her first words to me, put it on repeat, and play it repeatedly.
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The Sentence on the Wall
The Sentence on the Wall by Richard Perez
Write a sentence on the wall
The sentence
The most important sentence of your life
A sentence of meaning
The sentence that you live by
Or rather, you die by
What would you use to write it?
Pencil? Pen? Sharpie? Spray paint?
Would you make it large enough for everyone to see?
Or will it be impossible for anyone to find?
Would you spend extra minutes to make it look aesthetic or artistic?
Will the sentence be easy to understand?
Or will it be an obscure, perplexing puzzle?
What would it be about?
Your hopes, dreams, worries, problems?
Write a sentence on the wall
The sentence
The most important sentence of your life
Chances are it will be about love.
(Written 07/18/09)
