Delusion Angel From Before Sunrise

Daydream delusion,
Limousine eyelash,
Oh, baby with your pretty face,
Drop a tear in my wineglass,
Look at those big eyes,
See what you mean to me,
Sweet cakes and milkshakes,
I am a delusioned angel,
I am a fantasy parade,
I want you to know what I think,
Don’t want you to guess anymore,
You have no idea where I came from,
We have no idea where we’re going,
Launched in life,
Like branches in the river,
Flowing downstream,
Caught in the current,
I’ll carry you, you’ll carry me,
That’s how it could be,
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?

Always By Pablo Neruda

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

A Fictitious Head That Writes

There have been various versions of myself online, none of which I have been comfortable with. Regardless of being read only by my brother, three of my friends and one other anonymous person, each passing day gave me the jitters when I contemplated my lack of privacy online.

I will admit to anyone who cares to read that I am a creature of control. It makes me happy to know my readers and how I am perceived. None of this being possible online, I write fictionhead anonymously starting today, complete with a pseudonym: headless fiction (the way I’ve always wanted to write) that lets me publish peacefully without fear of incessant questions and never-ending justifications.

Let’s get on with it while political correctness takes a walk to find a tree, shall we?

To the net that awaits new tags, there is nothing extraordinary here, this is fictionhead: fiction from my head.