Posts by Jonathan Gonzalez
Almost
The canvas patiently waits
for us to add the colors
that will define it.
The days slowly align
like planets in the sky
for us to come together.
The Moon shines right
through the sunlight
to serve as a reminder.
We shine bright like
the satellite amid
a world of collapsing walls.
Hostile
Dimmed sheets sprawl
the unlikeliest of after mornings.
Lying stunned,
questions arise.
Proof of immaturity,
proof of a lack of intelligence.
I’m not sure we were
ready for the crash.
Thrown out into traffic,
thrown out into reality.
Hit by the speed
And the subtleties.
Veritas
At beck and call
to life, and all
it expects of me.
Loving every piece.
They seem to fall
in place, like toy soldiers
by the dreams
of a five-year-old.
Somehow, I know
that this is what I wanted
all along.
I am at peace.
Born to do something
doesn’t appear
until your full potential
is released.
Forward
War is every day.
A constant fight of reminders
of the potential that we hover on.
But there are every day victories.
Victories that help us remember,
as we can never forget,
why it is we push forward.
I fight for my bright eyes.
Glimpses
I see glimpses of light
when I sit and imagine
what lies ahead of us.
Like my mind is blinking
with memories that
haven’t occurred.
Fortune has been good to me,
like a never-ending gift.
This is the most dangerous type.
So, I will never forget the lows,
as I continue to stop myself
from getting up on all the highs.
Four? How about seven?
My bright-eyed baby,
always know that I see you
and hear you.
Always know I will be next to you,
looking at you and smiling.
My bright-eyed girl,
please know how much brighter my sky has been since the days of Bayes.
My stars illuminate with the reason I was brought to you.
My bright-eyed sweetie,
don’t you forget the beauty you possess,
the things that make you kick,
and the world that surrounds you.
My bright-eyed beauty,
never lose track of your potential,
like a time bomb ticking,
like an airplane during take off,
ready to take over.
When I look into you, my bright-eyed baby,
I see all that I need to see.
Foggy
What holds outside of my rainy window,
dark from the night,
cloudy from the water,
bored from the time.
Not used to having my decisions
placed in other people’s hands,
especially when their intentions
are as foggy as the mountain top.
One day
I see the fog-filled nights
in our own place,
spoiled with laughter
and the love we make.
There is little I know more than,
little that I’m more certain about,
than us.
Everything will fall into place
as we step farther into our world,
surrounded by illuminant smiles
and endless potential.
There is little I know more than,
little that I’m more certain about,
than us.
Patients
To think you’re there alone
while I am busy with nonsense,
makes me sick beyond belief,
two months of lack of freedom.
It’s unlikely I’ll ever come up
with the letters that connect to
the ever increasing pain I feel
when we are distant.
You are my rock, my baby,
my love, my heart. I miss you
every day, when we’re together,
when we’re apart, I miss you.
And it’s endless, I know,
because I feel it endlessly.
A unique idea because I had
not loved until I loved you.
We are patients of patience
and it is painful, it is.
And “I miss you”
lacks adhesive, I know.
Frustration
Not in the most ideal of conditions,
we push through with angst to what lies ahead.
But sometimes we run into each other,
and I can be too big.
I’m looking for a way out
of all that I do,
because as busy as I get
you are all I see, think, hear.
I only ever see the chai tea lattes,
your embrace amid the sheets.
I only ever hear your laugh and love
amid our endless dance.
I am merely being caught
in frustration of missing you.
You are not simply along for the ride;
you equally hold the map of routes of which we follow.