Club No More

In all honesty, she couldn’t remember the last time she had gone to a club 

At least not voluntarily wanting to shake her groove thang 

With a group of people bumping in to her, spilling drinks everywhere 

And the incessant pump of the bass from the speakers 

That would just cause the ice in drinks to rattle against the glass

She was totally over that 

But being in need for some extra cash 

She dove back in

Not to take on the role of a fabulous bottle girl 

But play police officer and make sure 

That those who wanted to party paid up before stepping in 

And she just couldn’t believe it 

The party kids inside ranged from 18 with a possible fake id 

To 22 and that was pushing it 

But there were a few older men who were just weird 

For crashing this childrens party 

But what really got to her was the conversations she heard

What did these young girls know about serious relationships 

When they were barely out of high school 

Talking about certain matters with a sense of pride 

As if that’s what made the grown ups 

And so she wondered if that was her a few years ago 

But probably not 

Because generations have changed 

As have social standards of communication 

Now it’s all about the gram and looking good for the camera 

Once upon a time, it was more about enjoying the moment 

And hoping you were able to take a few pictures with your point & shoot 

So that you can laugh at the proof of what happened 

But times, they are a changing 

And yes she will probably say the same 

It makes for good stores 

And good laughs 

About how she at times feels like everyone’s mother 

Or really just happens to act like it…

-Bionica

La Carta

Oh my word 

She did it 

She did it 

She sent him a letter with a gift 

A gift with a letter she has written years ago 

Now she wondered if she should have included the letter 

She stopped re reading it because, well then she might not send it 

It was something that she felt she had to say 

But she wondered 

Was it one of those things that you have to say on paper

And never really hand in? 

Or hand to? 

Geez 

What will he think once he reads it?

Will he confirm what she already knows?

That she’s a socially awkward weirdo 

That more often than not she has said things she still questions 

Not sure what to do 

Not sure what to say 

At least not in person 

Letters can be her escape 

Alas it was something she wanted to say 

It was a point she wanted to make 

Something she needed to say 

Not just for him 

But for her too 

Because at this stage in her life 

She has learned 

That certain things 

Should not be left unsaid 

No more what ifs 

-Bionica

What could have been...

Like everyone else in the big city
She was in a social rush to look busy and important
However just as the machine spit out her new Metro card
She couldn't help but notice him
With that air of mystique
Looking like Clark Kent
In his squared framed glasses
Clean shaven face
Dark and amazing hair
White tee shirt for that underrated simplicity of chicness

It also helped that he was about 6'3
So she looked right at him and then left
Before making her descent down to the humid platform
Where the number one was drawn it in white against a bright red dot
On the edge of the platform was a yellow line from end to end
One that highlighted what could be the danger zone
In the absence of a train

But she didn't notice
Because as she made her way into the cart
Clark Kent was a somehow a few steps ahead
And walked in front of her

Inside the silver tube
The orange and yellow plastic seats invited her to sit down
Yet knowing she should, she didn't
She stood against the ever sliding doors
So as to be able to glance at her right
Into the eyes of Mr. Kent

He said nothing
But still he looked at her
The woman from across the train was friendly
And went over to make conversation
As this happened, Mr. Kent listened intently
Trying to find as much information as possible

But nothing too personal was said
Therefore it was going to be a little harder for him to trace her later
Her new friend's stop cam and off she went
His stop came and so he went
Her stop was next and off she went

Off to wonder what could have been
If perhaps Mr. Kent would have said hello
Or if she would have simply asked him to saver her
With a smile and a stretched out arm
In which her card would be on her hand
With her phone number for him to call…
-Bionica

De los que siguen sin ser...

Tenía unos 8 años
Estaba en el 3 grado
Él tenía 9 años
Estaba en 4 grado

Un rebelde sin causa
Que le pidió ayuda con una tarea
Pues a ver que ella no entendía mucho
Pero eso no se lo dijo a él

Para nada se le ocurrió decir
Que pues sus tareas eran de él
De nadie mas
Por que a ver quien quiere
Hacer la tarea de otro por bondad?

Por lo menos no ella
Pero lo que si quería
Era que él siguiera hablando con ella
Pues con esos ojitos lindos
Ella sentía maripositas

Le gustaba su mirada
Pensaba que era lo máximo
Hasta cartitas de amor le escribía
Pero de él
Ni 1 recibía

Que hasta los saludos parecían
Ser demasiados
Y nada pasó

Se lo volvió a encontras
En dos etapas mas de su vida
Al terminar el colegio
Al terminar la universidad
Igual de guapo
Con sus ojitos lindos

Y nada pasó
Pues ningún sentimiento alguno
Por lo menos no de su parte
-Bionica

Otros que no fueron

De esos amores que no fueron
Ella recuerda una vez, no muy claramente
Pero había un chico en su clase
Cuando estaba en el 4 grado con apenas 9 años

Se lo encontraba algo guapo
Una de las niñas del curso se dio cuenta
Pero él que nada

Y con su sonrisa de dientes
Un poco apartados
Ella supo que él no se fijaría en ella

Y no fue que se burló de ella
Si no, que no la miró

Luego en 7 grado
Escuchó que un alumno dijo
Que ella tenía una cara bonita
Pero lo de mas fatal

Otra desilusión para tachar
Estos chicos que no fueron
De verdad que hacen algo
Para subir los ánimos

Pero nada
Se volvió a encontrar con él
Ya había llegado a la universidad
Ya había aprendido
Que su felicidad y autoestima
No depende de otros

Pero cuando él trato de invitarla a salir
Pues zas!!!
Que plantón porque ni su numero le dio
Es que hay cosas que no se olvidan

Y por mas madura que intentaba ser
Esa si que no la iba dejar ir
Aunque ese amor nunca fue
-Bionica

Los amores que no fueron

Ella tal vez tenía unos 8 años
Le parece que el chico tenía muchos mas
Aunque ella no sabrá cuantos
Y ella dijo que quería ser su novia
Pues el tan graciosamente le ha dicho
"pues somos novios"

Si fuera así de fácil vaya
Que me parece que no habrían
Tantas mujeres solteras
jajaja

Algo tan inocente
Que para ella fue lo máximo
Osea lograr un objetivo así
En tan solo minutos
Wow

Los del colegio
Pues nunca se voltearon
Ni para mirarla 2 veces
Y hacer una pregunta

No es que sentía como el patito feo
Tan solo que nunca conseguía por el area

Porque en esos tiempos
En ves de estudiar
Parece ser un instinto seguro
El saber que el amor es una
De las cosas mas importantes
En la vida

Pero a ver que siempre mas
A los 13 hizo un viaje
En el que se le abrieron los ojos
Pues los chicos que veia
Parece que todos le llamaban la atención

Imaginar las hormonas revueltas
De los adolescentes
Madre mía que peligro

Igual que en ese viaje
No hubieron intercambios de números
Ni besos de despedida

Pero el verano siguiente
Aunque besos no habían
Si, amores que florecían
Desde lejos nacían ilusiones
De esas que te hacen sonreír
Mientras estas a sola

Porque sabes que hay alguien
Alguien mas que tu al que le agrada
Tu compañía
-Bionica

Love is for Lovers

This is why she liked love stories so much
Because she honestly didn't believe it could happen to her
Not that it wasn't possible
Not that it wasn't feasible
It just didn't happen

The guys she would attract
Well some of them were let's be honest
Not the best
Interest in what maybe temporary
Oh and then the nice ones
Well for some reason
She just couldn't get into them

The feels weren't there
It was just an eh
Empty sensation

She just couldn't find the one
And then she thought she did
But maybe she didn't

The feels and everything were there
But they didn't have words
And you know
For her they weren't needed
It was just felt

But nothing happened…
So she went on her merry way

Admiring from up close and yes even far
How that fairytale ending came about for so many
It was the joy she felt
In hearing the love stories
Of how when he walked into a bar
Turned to his friend and said
'I'm going to marry her'

It really happened
He told her before the wedding
Because of course, she had to ask

It's the story of how her friend's wife
Thought he was the cutest guy ever
When she saw him she tried to play it cool
He was chatty with her friend
But even her friend was confident
That he was just trying to break the ice

So it's really nice
To know that romance is real
That it exists and makes so many people feel

That's why she likes it
She likes to listen to the details
Of 'how we met' and 'I knew he was the one when'
Because it makes her hopeful to know that
Well all that bubbly romance isn't just for show
That it's for sure

Maybe not for her, but listening to the stories
Well that's just as good
-Bionica