This is the sleepytown diary.


Time for a little history. I wrote most of this on my birthday, sitting alone in a Denny's on I-10, on a cold December night.
I usually prefer to spend my birthdays alone, by myself, so that I can reflect on another year gone by. Hopefully, I'll be a little wiser than the last birthday.
If I'm not, then I'm in trouble.

Everything on this page is © NORIEL ACORDA


noriel acorda

12-6-94

 

writings in a lonely city.

my time in san antonio.



the bright lights shine down on my loneliness.

they flicker and flash

and relive the past

on a blank stucco wall.

lying alone in a twin bed

my emotions stir up a storm

as my feelings rain down

my face.

they wash away my troubles

and temporarily hold back

the forest fire with a

delicate drizzle.

.....

 

you're so beautiful, so pale and so proud.

there's nothing like you. I've seen nothing

so captivating as the way the corners of

your mouth curl upwards as you smile.

there's so much life in your eyes,

your soul shines through them.

like the moon, you light this darkened place

and shine a way into my heart. i love you,

for now, until you leave.

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i blow out the candles on the birthday cake you used to make. i save you the biggest slice. here's the flower that you always used to get. i can still see you slowly pulling out every candle and licking the icing from each one. instead there's me sitting alone at a table I've set for myself. i bragged about a big celebration, but I'd lied. I'd rather spend it alone than share it with twenty people i haven't seen in twelve months who do nothing more than ask about you. just give me a cake and some sad slow music so i can just celebrate alone.

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coffee and two scrambled eggs in a highway-side diner. i watch the limitless number of cars and trucks pass by the window as i mix some coffee with sugar and cream. it's a celebration, can't you tell? today's my birthday and i feel like partying. so, i drive to the closest Denny's and order up some mud and eggs. hey, I'm not worried. the day's gonna start soon and i want to be here and join the sun for breakfast. it's a start, but dawn's not much of a companion. I'll just park my butt here for now.

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can you tell me why the sun rises when she opens her eyes? i see a new day every time she blinks. dawn and dusk appear in less than a moment. in her eyes i see blue-- nothing except clear skies.

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i live in a sea of troubles that constantly wash on my shores. come high or low tide, i come to the point of exhaustion and near-drowning in my problems.

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if only i had a heart, i wouldn't be so inclined to break yours. i had a whole heart once, but it crumbled and blew away in the wind. my soul feels so empty without my missing half. a part of me is lost in this cold world so i light a candle inside to lead me home. i thought i found my lost half, but she belonged to someone else. it's funny how things work out, but that's the way they must be. there's no changing it -- accept what cannot be altered. move on.

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i shine a light for you inside my soul. i wait for my mate in the rain; hoping that she'll come home. its dark and dangerous out there, my love, be careful not to get lost. i will wait for you til the sun no longer rises and the moon never sets. my flame burns eternal, waiting for your love, your sweet touch on my cheek, and a kiss on my lips.

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lift me from this broken state and elevate me to a higher plane. you have the power, use it. i see the fears in your eyes, your inhibitions, lose them. cast away the darkness that enshrouds you in loneliness and make us whole. you are the fire to banish the cold.

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its sleepy-time in loneliness as cars and trucks go driving by. the sirens quiet as the lights dim down in lonely town. i sit in an empty booth waiting for someone who doesn't know I'm here. through all the lame chatter and cigarette smoke my thoughts become perfectly clear. the days will pass and the nights will come as i wait for my missing companion.

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the puzzle is partly finished, but I'm bewildered by this missing piece. could it be hidden, under the couch, removed from common sight? or is it lying between the fridge, impossible to reach? where can you be, my missing piece, so i can make my puzzle complete? this puzzle is an enigma itself for i feel i may never finish. i feel condemned to a task that i fear i may never complete.

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around and around the table runs the check to an unfinished meal. the conversation and clamor further propel it down an unending hill. when the drinking's done and the smoke clears the air, after the talk's been talked and the conversation's said, the check lies alone waiting -- it sits in the corner unpaid.

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her eyes tell so much, they reveal and betray her quiet state. they're big, like the sky in this lonesome town, unclouded, bright and clear. the sun rises in her eyes, the dawn begins a day anew. the day goes on and disk arrives, blink one, forming an uncut jewel. i see in you more than can be described by the untrained mind, i see a part that has not yet shined.

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i feel your heart beat in the pouring rain.

you feel my heart beat my pounding pain.

i come to you to mend this broken heart.

you heal my soul, then we drift apart.

 

your soul cries out and leads a lighted way

to your heart so cold it pleads me now to stay.

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i hear your life pulsing through your veins

the still is broken by your undying pain

you are tired, grown weary of this pathetic life

i pounce, you preach i covet your proverbial wife.

you fight, i cut my way you lie there newly slain.

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There's food and drugs in a hot bakery delicatessen

car wash food mart with diesel fuel to spare

whole foods petco by an entertainment central

1-hour photo with billions and billions sold

red lights fast cars as an ambulance flashes by

h.e.b. drive-thru a grand-slam every day

old food stale smoke in a denny's by the road

1.99 and a solo serve near by

I write they talk in a dance of tangled words

she serves old songs of Yuletide in the air

I sit she stares I write again some more.

they stay here late the hedges grow too slow

I mix you pour and the party never ends

she asks you give the customer's always right

I watch the clock tick away the hours of the night

cheap wall cheap paintings take one home for the holidays

blue signs laid back the zombies come from work

bad shirts clean ties while the fan whirls in the sky

the check lies down sundaes and splits

state lay prescribes cigarette smoke monoxide

baseball five bills and a sweaty water glass

ice cubes sweet and low a particle table meal

track lights exxon your oil is checked for free.

guard rails black pens and indiglo guess watch

last names greenbacks flick a bic for change

wet paper dry ink a poet kept at bay.

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no job no home I'll sell away misfortune

for change so small the money flows like water

so here I sit under the warmth of a lonely street light

you drive I ask and trouble for something trivial

you give I thank and never see you again

it rains I stay and cry beneath the clouds

your home so warm all brick with marble floors

I'm king my throne is a red painted fire lane

the streets so dark and wet with broken dreams.

my lawn the grass that lines the pot-holed street

your job you hate, this lowly life I loathe

we're both the same 'cept you're warm...

I'm cold.

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the trucks come in from the stormy seas.

the men come in and tell their tales of woe.

it's hectic outside, in here, they take their ease

the sailors all sad, brighten at a cup of joe.

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gunshot, heartache, they both burn the same

you point and shoot where I'll feel the most pain.

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so old so far a year, maybe more

a distance so small that will never be reached.

lost time that cannot be replaced.

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Are you a tough guy? well my pain you can never handle

you'd be unfit to carry the burden I wear every day

you'll crumble beneath my problems if I were to give them to you

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pain and sorrow lines the streets. broken families bury their fallen members.

a country broken by bonds of religion tear apart this land.

strong ties drive soldiers to kill civilians. adults all dead, make all the children targets. they fire and forget the troubles stored inside a bullet. they'll end your life to calm their fears; they'd rather have your guilt. just to live another day they'd rather live with pain.

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see this world with slanted eyes and live in a yellow world.

these arms so thin, have been lashed so they can no longer embrace. this mouth now shut was wired closed a long time ago. this black hair and yellow skin keep me from enjoying life.

you're white, you can. I'm not, so I'm not allowed.

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your hair so soft, I kiss you gently on the neck.

you warm my hands and leave me here alone.

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the smallest whisper with the right words and inspiration can tear down the tallest mountains.

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come come along down the beaten path. follow, follow along the blinded flock. I stand here with dirty boots.

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little lies become snowballs down the hill. don't drop any pebbles.

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surprise me with what you have to say. show me what you have in mind. can you compete with this rage I have welling inside? my fire can overcome you. you don't stand a chance.

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I look over this city and wonder if someone is looking for me.

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don't look at me, cast not another look in my direction. I'm unfit to look at. my soul is disfigured.

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I make you, you owe me, you're only as good as I say you are.

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eavesdropping is a God-given gift that allows us to become more aware of each other. it is an art that needs to be cultivated.

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end 12.6.94

 

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1-23-95

 

a year younger, but an eternity of innocence hides in that time. you see everything fresh, yet you seem experienced. I take my time -- a flower cannot be forced to open, lest it be permanently damaged. I will never hurt you if I can help it. there's too much pain in this world that you can collect yourself without me finding it for you. you let me feel again you brought back my smile. thank you. I will protect you and shield you from anything undesirable. yet I will not smother you. over-protection is counter-productive and I want everything to be as fruitful as possible.

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alone in a cold, unfamiliar city. my only friends are the moon and the stars. they keep good company with the sad and lonely.

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my home waits for me in ruin. I dread returning to chaos. a father ailing and a brother running rampant, uncontrolled. if I am to be a man I must overcome these obstacles and return shambles to their former brilliance. I am the new head of the family. it is my time to take my turn. the old guard is fading while the youngest is failing.

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I hide my happiness in your smile. whenever I see it, ......


That's it for this collection, I hope you enjoyed it.

Check the other samples of my writing, would you? Tell me what you think.