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red4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Poetry Like Bitter MelonWriting poetry is like eatingPoetry Like Bitter Melon4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
bitter melon.
Most people chew a little and swallow really quickly
so they don't have to taste very much. But poets, no,
they have to go
and swill it around in their mouths and
mash it with their tongue and
nibble it bit by bit
so they can really, really
relish and savor the
full power of its repulsion. When something cruel
or tragic happens to them, they stick it
under a microscope and magnify it a hundred
times, then
pick it apart. They bind their hands behind their backs and blindfold themselves
Wringing their wrists over clean paper
and letting their cynicism seep through the pages
and into
Funeral IrrealEl silencio era presente en toda la sala,Funeral Irreal3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
ni tan solo los más pequeños comían ensalada,
en el centro bien posicionada,
se encontraba aquella pierna amputada.
En el primer banco, bien seleccionado,
está sentado un viejo soldado,
oxidado por tiempos pasados,
llora y se lamenta por todo lo presentado,
a la izquierda de la pasarela,
por llamarla de alguna manera,
un ángel desnudo de alas mojadas,
se ríe buscando ¿dónde está la entrada?
Empiezan los murmullos al fondo
hacia el norte unas 200 hormigas le hacen la corte,
silenciosas, letales, se acercan para hincarle
el diente
Te quiero pero no te tengoAllí te tengo, en frente de mi todo el tiempo y sin poder tocarte libremente como anhelo.Te quiero pero no te tengo4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dicen que le amas, pero yo te amo a ti. Ansió conocer los secretos que ocultas tras ese Kimono amarillo que luces despreocupadamente
Allí estas, eres bella y elegante, dices que le amas, y me preguntas si lo amo, me sonrojo porque realmente lo que yo amo son tus cabellos, negros como la noche y tus elegantes labios que me muero por rozar una sola noche.
Te tengo cerca, pero lejos, te veo sonreír pero no es por mí, tu inocencia ante las cosas más sencillas de la vida me enamora, y tu fuerza interior m
PesadillasAunque que le gritara, el seguía avanzando lentamente pero sin detener su marcha, acercándose a mi con la mirada perdida y desafiante, así que no tuve mas remedio que huir corriendo, una puerta, dos, dejaba atrás a aquella persona que no quería ver, aunque seguía corriendo, sus pasos parecían cercanos a mi, cuanto mas rápidos eran mis pasos, mas cerca sentía los suyos.Pesadillas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Al fin abrí otra puerta, un armario, no tuve mas remedio que esconderme en el, era oscuro y pequeño, como todos los armarios de aquella casa, es unos instantes noté como la puerta se abría lentamente, note como r
RequiemTodo el mundo tiene un lugar secreto, un lugar que es todo suyo y al que nadie tiene derecho a acceder, es tan especial que solo van a el cunado sienten que su vida no tiene sentido, es entonces y solo entonces cuando se decide ir allí.Requiem5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No hace falta especificar que ese sitio tan secreto puede ser cualquiera. Un bosque, un parque, una playa…. en este caso se trata de un edificio abandonado, una gloria pasada que ya solo sirve de refugio para gente desesperada.
Corres, desesperadamente y aunque las lágrimas te ciegan completamente no necesitas ver nada, conoces el camino de memoria. Subes, subes desesperadamente todos los viej
El FaroEl Faro5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mi mirada vaga perdida,
Sin alegría ni tristeza, vacía.
Entonces te veo a lo lejos
Parpadeando en la oscuridad.
Ojala tuviese a alguien así,
Que me guiase en esta oscuridad,
Que evitase que me estrelle,
Que tropiece a cada paso.
No sé cómo podré ser feliz,
Si no es soñando eternamente.
Las letras me muestran cosas bellas
Me muestran felicidad…
Lo que en verdad me muestran son sueños,
Con sus ventajas y desventajas,
Pero son sólo eso: sueños.
La imaginación puede crear cosas muy bellas,
Pero siempre que algo resplandece
Otras cosas se ensombrecen.
Cuando dejas los su
TuOh indulgente voz profana que atendiste a misTu6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
súplicas.
Hermosa y cautiva abriste tus oídos a mi clamor
y me parecia oh rosa amarga,
que en sueños acariciabas mis cabellos
y yo abría mi boca para preguntar tu nombre
y cual fué mi sorpresa al no oir sonido alguno
y te paseabas tras de mi
ocultándote, llamandome al letargo,
y a dejarme sucumbir a tus caricias.
Me buscas, me acechas,
quieres saber que hay escondido entre mi alma
quieres sentirme a cada instante ser milagroso
alivias mis lamentos con los tuyos,
compartimos la misma patria, pues el mundo nos
rechaza,
sin embargo,
nos obliga a permanecer aqui.
Y si asi debe de se
AyerY tus besos me extrañabanAyer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
y tus caricias me extrañaban
la vida dentro de ti me ansiaba
Las comisuras de tus labios mis manos
el viento de la noche mis cabellos
junto a ti mi aliento vibrante
las lágrimas mis ojos
tu cándida mirada mis ojos
Y te adoré como antaño
te rodeé con mis brazos
mi corazón se derramó en tus manos
mis lamentos fueron callados
mi ser
resusitado
mi fuego
enaltecido
Brillé como aurora en tu rostro
mi alma entró en tu cuerpo
en cada uno de los besos
que dulcemente me prodigaste
y si en mi mente hubiera habido confusión
fue disipada
entre la pasión
mis versos se enjuagaban
de mil lá
YoY si solo fuera un espirituYo6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
flotando sobre mi cabeza...?
si tan solo fuera el odio encarnado
lo que da la fuerza,
al motivo de mi rareza
de mi entretejida telaraña de ideas
pero si alguien de verdad
escudriñara tras las ventanas de mi entendimiento
y si alguien poseyera mi integridad
me personalidad, mi fragilidad?!
mi vida entera?!
si alguien me manipulara
como con hilos de marioneta
asi me tendría en sus brazos boquiabierta
atemorizada..
y si soy un sueño?
un sueño de un homicida
un sueño cautivo de un suicida
y deseo emotivo de un poeta
de esos de palabra maldita y de ruidosa
armonia.
O acaso atada al infinito mi vid
Global Warming 'Myth' Part 1Once upon a time, when the universe was still young, the eight planets we know today (and presumably the dwarf planet) were born. The sun was their father, and their mother had died after they were born. She had enough time to name her children - Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus and Pluto - before she became a black hole. Their father was devastated by this loss, and made sure that his children couldn't have children. He didn't want to let them go; lose them as he had with their mother.Global Warming 'Myth' Part 14 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Motorcycle ReflectionsI held onto you for dear lifeMotorcycle Reflections5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling some sort of protection,
Because you had lived so much longer than I have.
My arms wrapped around your waist,
Holding your shirt down as the wind
Tried to lift it off--
Something I was not brave enough to do to you.
I could smell the dirt on your neck, the day's hard work.
I knew you were peeking at me
Through your mirror to see why I was giggling
The wind molded my face into a smile,
You sped faster to make sure it never left.
You told me that every time you accelerated,
You could feel my body getting tense against yours.
Did you like it as much as I did--
The exhilaration, the speed, the
welcome back.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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summer soul.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Something...Something you've needed to hear...Something...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are my light in the darkness.
The strength that keeps me from breaking.
The one to mend my battered and bruised self.
My reason to continue through the rough patches.
The greatest friend I've ever known.
You for some reason love this broken soul
when no one else has or tried.
You can see me for all that I am
even though I'm invisible to the rest of the world.
You keep my weak heart beating
even when it just wants to give in and shatter.
You've gathered all the broken pieces of who I am,
and placed them back in order,holding them in place.
And even my darkest days you make bright.
I am less
these moments with youThese moments with youthese moments with you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart races along,
with no intention of stopping.
I can feel stage freight,
creeping into my head.
why do my moments with you
make me feel the way I do?
So much difficulty finding words,
but I have so much to say!
you try to be so nice,
yet I still shy away.
It sounds stupid,
and I realize it probably is,
but you make me feel like a child
with another pointless crush.
but it feels like so much more to me.
Give upGive upGive up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's all over, there's no point in fighting.
I stare into darkness and begin to wonder.
I once was so much color, so much life.
there used to be birds and trees and flowers.
it spun such a pretty picture of powers.
powers of love, kindness and peace.
Now it's just gray, black, white and bleak.
I sit in the grass and lay down my head.
I close my eyes and get ready for bed.
I try to fight sleep,
but that's all there is to do,
and I fear if I sleep,
it will be the last thing I do.
The differenceNo chance to catchThe difference4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that hand and kiss some
sense into you.
underwater+inlove.6 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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BFF's BFF'sBFF's4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was a terribly grey afternoon, as Felix trudged home from work in his sopping wet sneakers, grumbling to himself. He was eighteen years old, freshly graduated from high school, when his parents had dropped t
Friends ForeverFriends ForeverFriends Forever4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We always said we’d be
Best friends forever.
It was a promise.
A promise not to be broken.
But apparently, that promise
Meant nothing to you.
Was I wasting my time all those years?
I guess so.
So have fun with your new, special friends.
You’ve changed so much for them,
I have no idea who you are anymore.
But at least I know what kind of a person you are.
So I won’t waste my time anymore.
As much as I might miss you sometimes,
I’m happier knowing I’m not being lied to.
I know you miss me too.
I can tell.
And I know that deep down,
You must remember that promise.
That promise, which w
baby boyi did a number on myselfbaby boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yes i did buddy boy
yes i did baby boy
look at my red hands, oh
look at the silvery streams
i am tearing, baby boy, oh
i am ripping at red seams
do you see my bones now,
baby boy? do you see
the way i shake?
i'm a hollow-ended river,
baby, i'm a sorrow-
hungry snake.
you did a number on me
yes you did buddy boy
yes you did baby boy
want you to watch me as i
burst into static
touching every live wire
sleeping with cinders
burning in the attic
want you to feel my skin
when it rips itself asunder
wide enough and deep enough
to slip us both right
under.
you did a number on me
didn't you buddy bo
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