Saturday, February 27, 2010

your sweetheart

"stop taking me for granted," she pleaded. He took the keys out of his pocket and started to count them, one... two... three....
a key for every second, a key for every woman he had ever given his hands to. "you make it easy.. you let me take you for granted", he responded. Of course that is what he would say, that is the same line he used on the very same type of women he would allow in and out of his life for seconds at a time. He rotated them like a rotisserie chicken, round, and round and round. He was right, there was a reason these women were all the same. He choose them that way, weak, dependent, and all of them worshiped the very ground he would spit on. "well not anymore", she said sternly almost as though she believed herself the second the words came out of her mouth. Today when he calls she doesn't answer but she paces her yard back and forth thinking of reasons to return his call. "I just want to make sure you're doing fine", she thought. "No that is trite", she said to herself. Everything is trite pretending to be insanely happy, pretending she no longer loved him and forcing her mouth to say "I don't want you anymore, but hope you're doing mighty well", she thought. All of these things were not true and she was never known to be a liar, at least not for anything as significant as love. Instead of returning his call she listened to the message he left trying to see if there was weakness in his voice, he sounded happy, but trying to flaunt his happiness to her something she felt was the darkest sin of all. Why flaunt your happiness to the unhappy, that's pure evil, she thought. "Oh but my sweet ... happiness is contagious".

Friday, February 19, 2010


I've spent the last few years searching for sunglasses as red as lolita's and drowning in self pity
but not really, its all just for words anyway
today i want to make a proposition, if you can use the word VERNACULAR five times today
i will sign off all my belongings to you, it is not very much but if you enjoy books there are HEAPS of them
HEAPS AND HEAPS of books and if you're that type of man well then you damn well deserve them

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


aqui esta una foto, si a caso se te ha olvidado a quien me aparezco...
mi madre
cuando la gente dice tu nombre me encuentro buscando el anio que me regalaste
la navidad de 2008
no te precupes, algun dia encuentro el tiempo a desculparme por todas las veses que me pasaba el tiempo gritando por EL
a veses pienso que el amour es algo chiztoso no? por que ahora mis gritos son para ti
las cosas pasan por algo?
tu te fuieste para Bulgaria... y yo para Madrid,
no mas para regrezarnos a Los Angeles.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

when birds clip their wings

Man in the blue suit,

The day that I realized that I loved you, was the day I fell in love with this here song. "How do you mean?" you ask
well I've hated this damn song ever since it was released, but now when it comes on... I can't help but think of being in the backseat crying my eyes out while it was playing loudly..... while some charming young man played it loudly on his stereo. you sat next to me and i wanted to punch you in the face but instead i cried quietly until you got out of my life, then i really let the river run wild.
but then i left, overseas. i sang loudly to different songs, but then all of them were about california, and i wanted so badly to be fighting with you on the street. instead i came on home and all of that love had stayed in madrid. i'm not in love with you anymore, but i sure do love the shit out of you.

bella medrano

Monday, February 8, 2010


dearest oscar, everything you ever said about me was true. i did loose my earnings at a drop of a hat, and pride never got anyone anywhere. truth is if it weren't for you, if it were not for you i probably would've exiled everyone from my heart then where would that have left me? oscar you are a darling true friend despite my impatience of the earth, and anxiousness i think its time i send myself off to war now.

©bella medrano

Wednesday, February 3, 2010


little fawn i will carry your books to class, just as long as you let me borrow your bicycle. i've been reading far too many books anyway, i could recite them to you even. but what good would it do if it won't be in your own damned voice. others haven't complained but how do i know you won't be the first.