Yesteryears.Twist my hand, It is the handle to the door of yesteryears––Yesteryears.2 years ago in Free Verse
We can sit by the fire, meditate truth in the flame; for entertainment.
We can walk together, down a long dirt road, to the nearest waterhole.
Close your eyes, lets regress back to a simpler time--
Lets forget TV's, PC's, IP's, SMS's and acronyms for vain diversion.
Lets embrace our vitality, and stray barefoot across the earth in search of knowledge.
Cup my face in your hands, it is the epitome of bygone--
We can awaken to fresh virgin air, every morning, without a sound to trigger our consciousness.
We can read the stars and give each of them a letter, so they recite bedtime stories to the wind.
We can freely be ourselves, only knowing our own reflection, from each others eyes.
We can hear the silence of the universe loud and clear, and volunteer our calm--
to the peace of our people.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Hallucinations From YesteryearsI cut myself apart when I flashback to our last kiss;Hallucinations From Yesteryears2 years ago in Free Verse
you played me like a drum, lovelessly rough,
as if you were trying to tear something you built.
you shattered me like glass
meanwhile I took you apart like legos;
i wanted your wounds to heal with regret
but i'm still here in this corner,
until - - - -