The Creative

In the opening scenes of 101 & One Dalmations 

She clearly remembers a man burning music sheets 

He was burning the music sheets because he needed to stay warm 

He was an artist 

A starving artist at that 

A man dedicated to his craft so much that he forgot about all else

Simply focusing on what set his soul on fire

That man was a romantic 

Creatives are romantics 

Because as one dedicates their time and energy to their craft 

The realities of life swirl by coming out in the final product 

But the final product is seen as beautiful 

The brush strokes of pain and hurt become a masterpiece 

Romantics 

If you ask me are hurt many times

Life happens and the emotions are escalated so many times

It’s not just happiness but extreme bliss

It isn’t just hurt but excruciating pain 

No in-between 

And many times 

The moments of hurt last much longer than the happy ones

Because in search for happiness there are bouts of rejection that seem to tear at the soul 

But in dedication to the craft of art 

A creative keeps going 

Wiping tears on a canvas that is yet to be completed 

Standing back to see the work that holds a whole story 

But to the viewer, the story isn’t always seen or felt 

Because the focus is on the beauty of the outcome 

The hurt lingers for a little bit 

But it goes away 

It gets taken away but the oohs and ahs of the onlookers changing the landscape 

The flow of energy 

Because it’s strong 

The vibes are strong 

When first seeing the work some may feel it 

The very thing that caused the heart of the artist to pump so quickly in heaving sobs

But after some time 

It is simply a topic of conversation 

Like Van Gogh 

Upon looking at his work we know his story of torment 

But it is no longer felt 

Just another explanation for his actions such as when he physically hurt himself and did a self portrait 

All for love 

The romantic creative

Full of hurt from life and a joie to vivre at the same time 

The artist 

The expresser of both love & pain 

Bionica

 

Momentos

 There were times where she would look at him 

In a search for meaning 

Scanning his face hoping to find an indication 

That it was ok to have feelings for him 

She would try to look deep as if searching for a specific word in a crossword puzzle 

But she couldn’t see anything 

Just him 

His thinking eyes 

His silent mouth 

Just him 

But it wasn’t something to search for 

It was different 

When they held hands 

She wouldn’t want to let go 

When he drew her close, her body simply fell into his 

When she held him, she just wanted to keep him safe 

They gravitated towards one another

When they hugged she let go of everything else 

Holding on to that moment 

Closing her eyes to the world and opening up to what they had 

Because it wasn’t anything that she could see

Because it was all that she could feel 

There was a sense of safety in their embraces 

That made her want to stay for always 

Eyes closed, arms snaked around each other 

Just two souls coming together on earth 

And that’s how she knew 

That all which she couldn’t see 

Was simply everything that she could feel 

And so she stayed…

Bionica

Habían momentos en los que ella lo miraba 

Buscando respuestas en su mirada 

A ver si encontraba alguna señal o indicación de que si podía sentir algo por él 

Lo miraba tan fuerte como si estuviera buscando una palabra en un crucigrama

Pero no podía ver nada

Tan solo lo veía a él 

Sus ojos pensativos 

Su boca callada 

Tan solo lo veía a él 

Pero no era nada para buscar 

Era diferente 

Cuando se tomaban de las manos 

Ella no lo quería soltar 

Cuando él se acercaba, su cuerpo se inclinaba al de él 

Cuando ella lo tomaba en sus brazos tan solo quería que él estuviera bien

Cuidarlo de todo 

Al abrazarlo ella se olvidaba de todo lo demás 

Enfocando se en ese preciso momento 

Cerrando los ojos en el mundo para abrirle el paso a lo de ellos 

Pero es que no era algo para ver 

Pero todo lo que ella podía sentir 

Sus abrazos le brindaban confianza 

Tanto así que ella se quería quedar para siempre 

Con los ojos cerrado y perdidos en un abrazo 

Sencillamente dos almas juntándose en la tierra 

Y ahí fue donde ella entendió 

Que todo eso que buscaba 

Simplemente era todo eso que se podía sentir 

Entonces ahi se quedó… 

Bionica 

Tanto

Tantos sentimientos encontrados 

Primero por él 

Porque siempre pensaba en el 

En su amor 

En su olor 

En el calor que emite su cuerpo cada vez que se abrazan 

Pero no se conocen, por lo menos no del todo 

Tan solo de saludos largos con abrazos que no quieren que se acaben 

Pero igual hay algo 

Algo que ella siente cuando lo ve

Algo que la atrae 

Que la mantiene ahi 

Pensando en el…

No es para nada cursi

Mas bien es extraño 

Cada vez que se acerca, ella lo siente 

Sin que nadie le diga nada 

Ella lo sabe 

Y se pregunta ‘y él? que siente por mí?

Será que él también la siente?

Sin necesidad de mensajes, sin necesidad de llamadas?

Será que él también anticipa su llegada?

No se sabe 

Con el tiempo se han alejado 

Pero solo en cuerpo 

Porque ella no lo puede evitar 

Cada vez que intenta evadir sus recuerdos 

Aparecen y la atrapan como si fuera una tela de araña 

Suave, dócil pero fuerte 

Entonces ella se pierde 

En sus pensamientos sin saber que será 

Sin saber que hacer 

Si dar un paso con otro sin poderlo olvidar 

Esperando y pensando que tal vez mas adelante

El destino los vuelva encontrar….

Bionica

The Two

The thing about them was the way that they just fit together 

Their thoughts, their gestures and even their breaths were all attuned 

They had a special understanding for which words weren’t necessary 

His hand always found its way to her’s and their bodies kept each other warm at all the right times 

Yet they were strangers 

They barely knew each other, they had seen each other but a few times and yet they felt connected 

Words seemed like a mere accessory when it felt that their souls were connected 

But somehow the few words they shared got lost 

They were too far apart yet he saw her everywhere 

He tried to run from her but he couldn’t 

His mornings were always filled with thoughts of her even though she wasn’t there 

He couldn’t understand why 

He gave her up too long ago for her to stay 

But the it was the same with her

She tried running and yet there he was 

Everywhere she turned she found sprinkles that brought her back to him 

She couldn’t understand why 

They were what once was

What was now, was something different 

Separated by time and space with someone else woven into their lives 

Yet they still felt a pull 

Something joining them that couldn’t be seen 

It was an invisible thread that held them together when they were apart 

Would it ever disappear? Could it ever be cut?

She couldn’t say 

She didn’t know 

But it had a purpose and maybe one day she would know…

-Bionica

Inside

If she looked inside herself, she wouldn’t like what she saw 

She wouldn’t want to face what was there 

It would just be too much for her to take 

And so she did whatever she could to push it all away 

Any semblance of soul searching 

Anything that would seem like it may be too different from her

Anything that wasn’t part of her wild party 

Would just be flat out wrong 

So to hear someone else point out the very emptiness that was her 

It shook up too much 

It made her think about herself and what she was really hiding 

In an effort to keep the thoughts at bay 

She changed the story of a woman scorned seeking attention 

In the approval of others by blatantly showing her most intimate parts 

For some instant gratification

It was no longer about a woman that was hurt inside 

Refusing to let go of what wasn’t there 

Refusing to move on from what became bare 

It became about a rival that was just too uptight 

To see a little extra skin in bad lighting 

It became about a rival that was too much of a prude for the side boob 

The racy comments to the pictures weren’t inappropriate at all

If the world didn’t want to see it in their face, they could just turn their head

It became about the rival that wanted everyone to be like her 

Walking in a straight line 

It was never about searching inside for the why 

It was something that would never happen 

Like water and oil mingling together for more than 5 minutes

-Bioinca

What did he know

The reason as to why she kept herself 

It was simple 

She just didn’t feel getting judged by a stranger 

A stranger who barely knew her on the surface

Yet would have plenty to say about her 

And what she ‘should’ be doing 

The reason as to why she preferred her friends 

It was that 

They knew her well 

They knew her struggles and how far she had come 

They knew all about the progress she had made 

They knew all about the process

But someone from the outside

Well they wouldn’t know much 

And she wasn’t going to tell them either 

But then he came along 

And she made it quite clear 

She wasn’t there to be judged 

She didn’t care to validate her being 

To a stranger of 24 hours or 24 days 

When he came along 

She made an attempt to push him away 

To keep him away 

But he just wouldn’t go 

And then he did it 

The very thing she had told him not to do 

He made assumptions 

He thought he knew her 

He said what he did 

He judged her 

Validating her adamant reason 

As to why she kept to herself 

He knew not of her struggles

He knew not of her triumphs 

He knew nothing of the path she had made 

Becoming a better version of herself 

A work in progress 

And he nothing of it...

-Bionica