SKICK’s

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 03/04/2010

Some Colorado street somewhere,
ignoring the lights under the California night,
just trying to drive home,
and leave the escape
that only took me 15 miles to get to.

What a peace I found in a world so unfamiliar.
But there I was, for the last time
I leave the place hidden in the back,
full of love, full of love.

They don’t care.
They don’t want to hear it.
Just live among them.
You.

Remembrance

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 03/01/2010

I remember when time stopped,

and all that was left was the silence that
filled the room,
like the haze on a cloudy day,
or the humidity that fills your skin.

I remember.

I remember mornings of mistakes,
nights of confusion.

I remember.

I remember when I wrote so much I could die.
But it kept me going, so alive, and peaceful.

I remember.

I remember the beauty all around me,
in everything,
illuminated.