Monday, February 18, 2019

Little Things



It’s the Little Things
By: Rodolfo Perez

I live for the little things.

I live for cold water on a hot day, and a cup of hot coffee on the cold nights.

I live for a good poem, or a nice wine, or a ray of sunshine.

I live for the smell of a home-cooked meal on Friday nights,

For I know my family is home to care, and love is in the air.

I live for the moments after a face-mask,

Feeling my smooth, soothing skin.

I live for intimate dinners with great people,

And fries in crowded Chicago Chick-fil-a's.

I live for the seconds.

Not the minutes, nor the days,

Nor the years.

I live for the little things.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Dr. Love


Dr. Love (or How I Learned to Stop Wallowing and Write Poetry)
By: Rodolfo Perez

Love is (sometimes) patient,
Love is (sometimes) kind,
And sometimes, love is a needle in the eye,
Or a kick to the groin.

It is a cliff-hanger,
With your mother waiting to catch you,
When you let go.

It is losing your voice,
From crying into your pillow.

It is realizing you’re sometimes going to be Dr. Evil.

It is giving someone your heart,
When you know,

I know,
You know,
It is my mind you truly want.

Yes, love is (sometimes) patient,
Love is (sometimes) kind,
And love will always be alive,
Even when it isn’t.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Space Snowman (or Ultima Thule)


Space Snowman (Or Ultima Thule)

By: Rodolfo Perez

A man floats through space.
He’s a man, shaped like two.
Brown, iced, leaning forward,
Looking down at nothing.
He has been beaten to a pulp,
One can see the scars on his face.
There’s a story behind every dent on his rugged skin.
A moment in time he will always carry,
But never feel.
The dents on his skull,
And the lines across his face
 Add a story to his life.
Depth,
And dimension.
His story is a test of time,
He is hurt,
But he is not broken.
He has no direction,
But he moves on.
Floating.
Tumbling.
Floating.
Tumbling.
Through the void,
And floating evermore,
For a million years more,
Like the million years before.
Floating evermore.
Through the void.
Through the nothingness. 
Never knowing where to go.






P.E.N.T.C.I.

Friday, December 21, 2018

Avalanche (Or My Brain Is My Ex) (A Poem)


Avalanche
By: Rodolfo Perez

You once told me you were all I have,
But now you’re gone.
You once told me the world is only good for okay dabs and a decent bottle,
But now you’re gone.
You once showed me you can hate yourself, yet be loved by everyone,
But now you’re just like anyone.
You once showed me things I never knew about myself,
But now you know as much as anyone.
You once taught me the difference between wanting to die, and not wanting to live,
But now you just want to “give, give, give”.
You once agreed when I said changing the world is the key to life,
But now you’re so ready for the nine to five.
You smile,
But not because you’re happy.
You frown,
But not because you’re sad.
You celebrate,
But not because you’re excited.
It’s because you know what would happen,
If you just thought for a moment.
You’d be an avalanche of emptiness.
So, keep on smiling.

P.E.N.T.C.I.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

I'm Flying (A Poem)


I’m Flying

By: Rodolfo Perez

I wait. I judge. I live.
Her unbridled interest compliments her gorgeous hazel eyes.
They gleam with awe, and with reservation.
For she is living, after all.
Her heart is like an ocean,
Beautiful, vast, and full of mystery.
Leaving me the desire to explore every meter,
Until I can fully understand the magnificence it has to offer.
She sits on the edge of her seat,
Listening to what the world has to offer.
She’s a jellyfish in her grace,
But a shark in her mind.
She can care as a mother does for a child,
But can charge as a bull does towards a matador.
Oh, how she intrigues me so.
Nothing could ever ruin this.
Nothing could ever ruin this.
Nothing could ever ruin this.
“What if she doesn’t like you?”
“What if you’re reading the signs wrong?”
“Why would she like you?”
“Rumor has it she likes some other boy.”
“You really think you have a chance?”
As a baby bird looks over the nest before its first dive,
I hesitate.
Uncertain of whether I will fall or fly,
I cry.
No one around to push,
For I have to push myself,
But one thing is clear.
No matter how much I cry,
Or hurt,
Or die,
I can never say I didn’t try.
I can never say I didn’t try.
I can never say I didn’t try.
I jump.
And I’m happy I did.

P.E.N.T.C.I.





Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Leaves Leaving (A Poem)


Leaves Leaving
By: Rodolfo Perez

You lift your lungs far above the sky,
And twirl so gently, a silent cry.
There is beauty in your cold breath.
As it gives me such comfort,
I must confess.
Your warm trios or red, yellow and orange,
Keep me company from the cold, faded, core bench.
I feel your embrace every fortnight,
And I only hope,
You can feel mine too.
I love you autumn,
Even when you’re dying.

P.E.N.T.C.I.


Friday, November 9, 2018

UPDATE #26

I’ve never really been good at giving updates on what’s going on in my life. I guess I sort of get lost in the moment, and because of that, I tend to forget to let people know how my actual life is going. With that being said, if I’m to give an update on how my life has been going, I think it’s been pretty balanced! I have my good days, my bad days, and some days where I don’t really know what to label it as. School is going pretty well, I just hope I can hang on until the end of finals. Only four more weeks in the semester. That’s what I keep telling myself. In terms of the projects I’m working on, as a way to say thanks for putting up with me, expect some poetry I’ve been writing to be up within the next week or so! I hope you all enjoy it, I’ve worked really hard in encompassing the emotion in my writing, and really want to give you some insight into how my brain works, and how I see the day to day world.
            On another note, I HAVE A YOUTUBE CHANNEL! That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I, a moderately young, but completely worn out individual have started up a channel on this new website I just discovered called YouTube. It’s a weird site where there are videos of cats, music, shootouts, and these people called video bloggers (or “vloggers” as I like to call them) where apparently, we’re supposed to enjoy watching them live their lives. I think this project will add another layer to the growing curiosity and pains we all endure in our lives.
            If you want to check it out (which I hope all you loyal readers want to do) click HERE or check out the link in the “About This Blog” tab. I am looking forward to this new project I want to get up and running, I think it’ll be fun for both of us.
            That’s about all I have for you all tonight. I have a performance in a play later today. I know I know, I should’ve told you all, but I figured I would wait until I was going to fully go through with this. I play Watson in the Sherlock Holmes story “Hound of The Baskervilles”. I think it’s been going alright, but a part of me just wants it to be over. Expect photos soon!

            As always, with most of these updates I give, I want to thank each and every one of you readers out there who take the time to read what I have to say. I have some milestones in mind in regard to growing this “fanbase”, but I figured we try to keep this as organic as possible. That being said, I appreciate you all, and I hope you are all doing great, if not better than me! Expect more from me soon.

Sincerely,
Rodolfo Perez
One of You


P.E.N.T.C.I.