While people are passing by…

February 5, 2008 at 3:46 am (poem)

While people are passing by,
Have you ever asked yourself who they are?
Why they fight, what they feel, what they do?
Are they the main characters of romantic stories,
are they slaves of a bitter routine,
are they toys of fate or God’s puppets?

While people are passing by,
and walking with them side by side, you feel -as I do-
that you’re not walking between winners and losers,
but you know you’re walking among survivors.
Among survivors of riots because of hunger,
between survivors of wars started during a chess match.

While people are passing by,
you realize you’re walking between nameless guys and girls,
human beings indifferent to you,
Lives we don’t know, and deaths we don’t care.
They’re only deaths; deaths we read about in morning papers,
cold obituaries, faceless names.

While people are passing by
Wouldn’t you like to know their stories? …I would.
I’d like to know about their dreams, learn about their reasons to live, to survive.
I’d like to tell their stories; creating some beautiful moments for them,
giving them happiness.
I think I should start with myself.
I think i should start to tell my own story.
The story of the forsaken lover.
The story of the betrayed friend.
The story of the dreamer that wakes up
in the middle of a storm of black facades.

It’ll be a story of heavens and hells,
of nights of sun and days of full-moon,
of scarred, blackened hearts
and windows that prohibit the sunlight from now on.

Is the replay of the old story,
the same, but with different actors.
The same emotions entwined
and the same collective perversions,
self destructive relationships, ruffled values,
forgotten kids and censored gods.

While people are passing by, now,
I realize I don’t want to tell any stories;
it’s everything, it’s always the same.

Neither I will tell my story.
If you want to know it… imagine it.
Stand up in a corner
and when you see me passing by with the rest of them,
Create a happy ending for me.



  1. Una Persona said,

    That’s beautiful, and it’s nice to see you posting!

  2. jeremy said,

    I am SOO glad you are ok! I saw you came by. Keep writing, there is a lot to talk about now and you are not alone by far…


  3. Nituru said,

    J, you wrote a beautiful poem,
    A desperate poem.
    All stories are worth telling,
    All stories are unique
    To each man, each woman,
    In their heavens and in their hells.
    They make them human.
    I wish that I would pass you by.
    I would stop and look at you
    And try to make you a happy ending.
    J, I’ve missed you.

  4. tigeryogiji said,

    I think that it’s wonderful, and I’m glad to see you posting again! 🙂

  5. deveil said,

    wow that was beautiful! You have a beautiful story to tell, the story of you.

  6. Doug said,

    Wow. I really liked that. And I would give you a happy ending were it at all in my power to do so. I think we all could use a happy ending

  7. Kris said,

    Loved your poem…

  8. Kris said,

    Loved your poem…

  9. danny/ink2metal said,

    hola j!

    ya hace tiempo de no verte.

    it sounds like you need a hug.

    un GRAN ABRAZO, amigito!

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