happy birthday

Welcome to the new world

And if I was to say that I really, really wanted to get to know you,
it would just be an understatement:
Me, I want to pour your thoughts into a wine glass
and sip them slow with a straw like I’m on vacation;
I want to light candles and bathe for hours in secrets that you’ve just never had the courage
to say out loud—
I’m ready.
I’m ready to grab onto your dreams and jump in a pool head first just to see if
hope still floats—I want to float next to you.
I’m talking like, ten feet above cumulus clouds
so no one can ever rain on our parade.

-Rudy Francisco

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You are a sentence with no punctuation, a kaleidoscope full of colors that I don’t remember learning in elementary school. Your voice is a sound that I’ve been looking for my entire life. Your smile is the only sunrise worth setting my alarm clock early enough to see. If I could, I would shape shift into the first thing you think about in the morning just so I can be reminded of what it’s like to wake up next to you.

I love you in a language I don’t fully understand; in words I haven’t found enough courage to forklift out of my chest. I heard that karma is a vengeful and also a light sleeper so I’ve chosen to love you like this. Quietly.

So I’ll call your phone and hang up before it actually rings. I’ll write you letters that you will never read and when I see you in public I’ll stick my hand inside of a bag full of things I haven’t done since you left me and pull out a smile. I’ll say something like, “Hello, it’s nice to see you.” And I’ll keep walking.

-Rudy Francisco

SO. freaking. magic. I post a lot of his stuff, but everything he writes is so marvelous, I can’t help myself.

here is more
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there will be days when you will feel like peacock with no feathers, you will feel flightless and undeserving of attention. 

But listen, listen to me listen, you have to stop getting out of bed like you were an oil spill. You’re not a flat tire at 2 am, so stop acting like an accident. You are an apple on a pine tree in a room full of lemons. And you come from a long line of swiss army pocket knives: men who are small, sharp, and dangerous when not handled carefully.

-Seventeen, Rudy Francisco

See, I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid. I put it on the backbone of a white flag so before you read it you’ll already know that I’ve given up. I’ll just keep you here. Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story, pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation so I remember you beautiful with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile, you gorgeous earthquake. You cracked hour glass with sand spilling from behind your ribs, you wasted my time.

How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. I still remember you like a dream, tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory but some days… I wonder if you even existed at all.

And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars.
I got these scars the day I fell in love with you.
I landed face first.
 –
omgsh rudy francisco, JUST AMAZING.

I got home tonight and someone is sleeping in my bed.  I feel like one of the three bears. 

When the hands of time
evict the smile from the apartment building of your face.
When you get punched in the esophagus by a fist full of life
Remember
The human heart beats approximately 4,000 times per hour
And each pulse,
each throb
each palpitation is a trophy
engraved with the words
“You are still alive”
…So act like it

-Excerpt from a piece by Rudy Francisco

DANCE

okay some of my poetry makes me sound really psychotic. I’m really not.  at the mo’

And yeah, I’m crazy as a toothpaste smoothie
no one can dispute that
but you could never call me boring either
and you will never again meet anyone
who thinks the way I do

If I don’t send you screaming for normalcy
I’ll become your best friend

let’s go chase cars
paint our bodies red and blue
delirious and wild,
unabashedly insane

let’s mix our Spanish with Arabic
and meet everyone
in the entire friggin’ world.

—-

This is a promise that when the cracking of our bones

Becomes a symphony of old age
We will not let that stop us from dancing
This is what love looks like
When you stop talking about love
And you put a microphone to your chest
So your heart can finally speak for itself
-Rudy Francisco

And those who danced were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
– Unknown 
I danced and danced and danced tonight.  and I was the only American in every single picture taken.  that’s what I like. 

a lot like you

Excerpt from a lot like you, by Rudy Francisco

When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
I say
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust 
I tell them
If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos
Just so we can both have a few things to work on 
—-
just discovered this man and I am in freakin’ LOVE.