Heal.

My name is Paulo Santiago. I am the next great film auteur of the 21st century. Student. Writer. Director. Actor. Pacifist.

This Boy

This boy

This old boy
Of another era
He will never understand
What I want
He cannot give me
He could not give me
What I need him to give me
He just fucking can’t
He wants what I only used to want
What I use to think I wanted
I’m grown and no longer want it


He will always be there
Always
Like a puppy dog chewing on the tip of his own tail at the door
Loyal
Doing tricks
Obeying
While I throw him scraps and bones as treats for him to enjoy

I am not his toy

He gnaws on this and that and whatever else for the pleasure my conceit
Will he
Become my man
The one to scar me smoothly
The one to carry me through all of this


He thinks he knows me
He doesn’t know the first thing about me
He used me
Abused me
And now he’s got the fuckin’ gall to accuse me of being cold
I am not cold
He is the fool if he thinks he can reuse me
Pussy


This boy is amusing
He thinks his willingness in losing will endear me
That my heart will feel his faith in me to arouse me
Confusion in my choosing


This boy
This poor pure boy
He doesn’t see me
He has no clue
About who I am
Will he become my man


He is just a boy
An old boy
I say
Shoo, boy
Shoo
Go away
Come back when you have something for me
You sweet
Little boy

Hey Lady. I’m still working on one for you tonight/tomorrow morning. I have a lot of homework and family stuff to do today. But I have a couple here from out of the old arsenal. You’ll remember the first one from Lana. It’s so corny but as I remember I only wrote it for you to guide your moves. It’s cut short because I lost the rest of it along with the b&w photos (:( ). Also, I’m sorry, my sweet ingenue, but unfortunately I was not able to finish Lana over the summer because I’m turning it into Japanese, and the girl who I was gonna have do the translation and voice over for me had a bad break-up with my friend. So y’know it’s bro code not to fraternize with the exes. I’m gonna have to hit up our own linguistics department now for someone else. Your voice was just uh way too majestic for it I swear. I will finish her by Hanukkah for you along with volumes of Russian poetry, and hard rock pecs and abs and gluts, and South Beach, and Toojay’s chocolate cake, and fields and fields of roses for you and more.Now the second one is a bad one. It’s nonsensical and random because I wrote it mad and drunk early last year. It’s merely a skeletal first draft for what I’m gonna work into another slam poem about pretty and dirty things (like you). I will complete this one and the other slam poem one, “For You”, for you someday later when I’m under the influence. I just don’t want you to go through the day today without something new.Now each poem this week will be brand-spanking new and written 100% sober. I’m doing my best to keep it that way. It’s all for you, my wab… (:) )She DancesShe is bornShe enters this world through graceShe opens her eyes for the first timeThey are filled with tearsThe first of many more to shedThough through her teary eyesShe sees the world is beautifulShe feels love for the first timeSweetPure Unconditional loveThe love of her familyThe love of her motherHer fatherShe walksWithout fear or consequenceFor she is safeProtectedShelteredNothing can harm herShe is untouchableThe world is hers to play withShe growsConfidentBrightStrongShe embraces herselfShe loves who she has becomeUniqueOne of a kindCuffedcuffedanna kareninacoiffedhands tiedhairmind in knotsminty fresh c-notessilver rimsgold chainsguccio gucci slippers and sockspullpullgodgiani versacedrapes closedcarpet wetmoremoregiorgioarmanired ferrarimaseratiget paidthousand dollar threadsrocksonrockswhowholamborghiniboozebroadsharderharderit’s daddynow take off these fuckin’ louis vuitton drawersit’s readyfast lifedie youngfuckfuckfuckfuckmoneypowerfamepartypartydrugsdrugsmoremoremoreplay the gamenever enoughyesno restyesexcessyesnow let me tear you the fuck out of that coco chanel dresskeys please

Hey Lady. I’m still working on one for you tonight/tomorrow morning. I have a lot of homework and family stuff to do today. But I have a couple here from out of the old arsenal. You’ll remember the first one from Lana. It’s so corny but as I remember I only wrote it for you to guide your moves. It’s cut short because I lost the rest of it along with the b&w photos (:( ). Also, I’m sorry, my sweet ingenue, but unfortunately I was not able to finish Lana over the summer because I’m turning it into Japanese, and the girl who I was gonna have do the translation and voice over for me had a bad break-up with my friend. So y’know it’s bro code not to fraternize with the exes. I’m gonna have to hit up our own linguistics department now for someone else. Your voice was just uh way too majestic for it I swear. I will finish her by Hanukkah for you along with volumes of Russian poetry, and hard rock pecs and abs and gluts, and South Beach, and Toojay’s chocolate cake, and fields and fields of roses for you and more.

Now the second one is a bad one. It’s nonsensical and random because I wrote it mad and drunk early last year. It’s merely a skeletal first draft for what I’m gonna work into another slam poem about pretty and dirty things (like you). I will complete this one and the other slam poem one, “For You”, for you someday later when I’m under the influence. I just don’t want you to go through the day today without something new.

Now each poem this week will be brand-spanking new and written 100% sober. I’m doing my best to keep it that way. It’s all for you, my wab… (:) )

She Dances

She is born
She enters this world through grace
She opens her eyes for the first time
They are filled with tears
The first of many more to shed
Though through her teary eyes
She sees the world is beautiful
She feels love for the first time
Sweet
Pure
Unconditional love
The love of her family
The love of her mother
Her father
She walks
Without fear or consequence
For she is safe
Protected
Sheltered
Nothing can harm her
She is untouchable
The world is hers to play with
She grows
Confident
Bright
Strong
She embraces herself
She loves who she has become
Unique
One of a kind


Cuffed

cuffed
anna karenina
coiffed
hands tied
hair
mind in knots
minty fresh c-notes
silver rims
gold chains
guccio gucci
slippers and socks
pull
pull
god
giani
versace
drapes closed
carpet wet
more
more
giorgio
armani
red
ferrari
maserati
get paid
thousand dollar threads
rocks
on
rocks
who
who
lamborghini
booze
broads
harder
harder
it’s daddy
now take off these fuckin’ louis vuitton drawers
it’s ready
fast life
die young
fuck
fuck
fuck
fuck
money
power
fame
party
party
drugs
drugs
more
more
more
play
the
game
never
enough
yes
no rest
yes
excess
yes
now let me tear you the fuck out of that coco chanel dress
keys please

(Source: s-ensitivus, via fahooalondra)

deniromaker:

Right. Was not expecting anything out of that. Just checking in. I just want you to know that I’m out here thinking about you and that I care. If I have to spend more time than I should writing and posting poems for you everyday this week just to make you feel even the slightest bit better then I will. It’s my duty to please that beauty.

deniromaker:

Right. Was not expecting anything out of that. Just checking in. I just want you to know that I’m out here thinking about you and that I care. If I have to spend more time than I should writing and posting poems for you everyday this week just to make you feel even the slightest bit better then I will. It’s my duty to please that beauty.

(Source: newbornhippy)

Once upon a time…there was a cute little bouncy pig…
OINK. OINK. OINK.
(That’s you.)
One day the pig met a wolf…
NOM. NOM. NOM.
(That’s me.)
The End.
The moral of the story is I will eat you alive because I am ravenous and I will always crave bacon.
Always.
Wif Wab & Wespek

Once upon a time…there was a cute little bouncy pig…

OINK. OINK. OINK.

(That’s you.)

One day the pig met a wolf…

NOM. NOM. NOM.

(That’s me.)

The End.

The moral of the story is I will eat you alive because I am ravenous and I will always crave bacon.

Always.

Wif Wab & Wespek

(Source: feastuponthis, via filthandgloryy)

That’s right, Beautiful. Right there. Right there underneath that pretty little hand of yours is where I want us to make our world. One day. Someday. Right there.

Harharhar…that’d be your genes, Teeth!

That’s right, Beautiful. Right there. Right there underneath that pretty little hand of yours is where I want us to make our world. One day. Someday. Right there.

Harharhar…that’d be your genes, Teeth!

(Source: coltre, via deniromaker)

lo-yoter:


“When they broke up in 93 he wasn’t acting like Johnny anymore.. It’s almost like Winona took Johnny’s soul, Johnny’s love.” - Tim Burton

I wish human nature did not work that way, and that we did not feel the need to keep our guards up out of fear and be so alone. That makes life such a bore. So black and white. Being scared to open up. Holding everything in. Y’know?..

I know.

lo-yoter:

“When they broke up in 93 he wasn’t acting like Johnny anymore.. It’s almost like Winona took Johnny’s soul, Johnny’s love.” - Tim Burton

I wish human nature did not work that way, and that we did not feel the need to keep our guards up out of fear and be so alone. That makes life such a bore. So black and white. Being scared to open up. Holding everything in. Y’know?..

I know.

(Source: goldtome)

Sade

—Kiss of Life