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En VanoMiré el reloj…En Vano2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Y el tiempo se me había perdido.
Miré el cielo…
Y el azul celeste había desaparecido.
Cayeron mis sueños,
Cayeron heridos,
Pararon mis versos y la pasión de sus latidos.
Exiliados del arete corrieron sin rumbo,
Mis pinceles…
Mis trazos…
Y mi brillo con ellos.
Mi locura…
Mi frescura…
Y el valor de mi sello.
Exiliados del arte se fueron tan lejos.
Y me hiciste regresar la mirada,
A tus ojos, a tus consejos,
Al peso de tus años,
Al niño que llevas dentro.
Abrace el momento,
Besaste mis lamentos
Y entonces recordé…
Reco
CarruselEra una fantasía de inocencia, esa espera por el carnaval de noviembre, aquel sueño que durante el año se le presenta a un inocente al pensar en caballitos blancos y música dulce, claros matices que pitan con su imaginación un mundo mejor. Veinticinco centavos en colones en ese entonces para volar por 20 minutos a un paraíso de magia y color pastel, para girar, subir y bajar en nubes hechas de plástico y tacitas de cartón, caballitos de tela y papel. La música y los espejos relucientes de luna modificada daban la sensación de que aquello era real. Ahí fue mis amigos… cuando me enamorCarrusel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
EiffelTurm 4 years ago in Statues & Monuments
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Let's dreamCall me crazy! But he is teaching me how to smile.Let's dream3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Call me a dreamer! Because I'm making wings to fly.
Call me an idiot! And try to be as happy as I am.
Call me whatever, but I'm laughing at this life.
If you just knew that fairy tales exist.
If you just saw the truth in every of your dreams.
If you could just believe, you could learn how to feel.
If you could just see his glance, so in love, looking at me
May be then… you could know this love is real
We are amazed when we look back and see,
Our worlds were so apart.
We are amazed when we lift our sight and see,
"You and me tonight"
We are amazed about how short the di
The AppleHere under this apple tree,The Apple3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky seems to fall on me.
So let it rain and wash away my sins.
Let the red drops roll over my skin.
Here lying on the green grass,
I try to reach you through this wall of glass.
Here wondering if time knows,
I keep praying to God, to bless our love.
The song is now the silent wind,
which reminds me you are not here.
The tone of hope is growing,
while the drops keep on rolling.
Suddenly I feel your hands in my back,
and your voice whisper every thing is all right.
Suddenly your face appears to me so clear
and your breath vanishes the fears.
Here under this apple tree,
I take a bite fro
Your Last PoemLonely and in love...Your Last Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in your eyes.
I was being dragged...
To hell in life.
You were my love, my reason to breath.
I love you I loved you and you couldn't see.
I begged you I served you and you made me bleed.
Now, I've ran out of tears.
My voice, my care, I destined them to you
Now docility has turn into stone,
You won't find me anymore.
Desperate in this maze, I found the cure.
I ran to you arms and trusted your heart.
Darling, you let me fall, you made me look back.
Losing myself in shadows, I lifted my sight
I gave up this pain, and made it through this night.
Oh you were this poor heart's inspiration.
You made
Poet's inspirationThe poet is now dreaming under a star sky.Poet's inspiration3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The poet is now hiding, the monster withing her heart.
The poet is now laughing, things she can't do in life.
The poet is now dreaming, under a star sky.
Writing would be a sin, writing without words.
And crying is not allowed,
for there's just joy in the clouds.
Writing would be a sin, writing without a soul.
But night will end with the certain sun rise,
and her eyes will be open to the real life.
At the very mourning, she'll take a pencil to write.
She'll leave in that paper, her suffering and scars.
It's impossible for this poet to write out of happiness,
her words are black
Fire Tree3 years ago in Flowers, Trees & Plants
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Playing StrongI'm just a broken heart under a blue sky,Playing Strong3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A curious little baby who went, too far.
I'm growing up with every mistake
please let me fall until I get it right.
Would you blame a dreamer for dreaming?
Would you blame a writer for feeling?
Dare to accuse me for gambling,
You haven't seen the mountain I'm climbing.
The more my heart gets broken,
The more I get to know me.
By setting all the pieces,
I'm learning the right order.
This life is a whole theater,
And I'm the main character.
Sometimes I cry slat rives,
Sometimes I can't stop smiling.
And there you are, sitting,
Watching the show and drinking.
It's
Pero que ironiaDesde hace un mes que te cree en el vientre de mi paranoia, desde hace un mes mi conciencia catastrófica fue el síntoma revelador de tu pronta existencia y por un mes, pase un eterno tormento. Me aparecías en sueños y yo estaba sola, sola con mis lágrimas en el banquillo de los acusados, frente al mundo y tú creciendo así como crecían mis miedos más profundos así como moría hasta el último suspiro de mi futuro. No estaba ni él, ni estaban ellos, era solo yo y tú creciendo, señalados por el dedo juzgador de lo impulsivamente llamado "correcto", apuñalados por mi aPero que ironia3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The Canvas You Never LeaveI already chose the colors to fix this messy canvas. I also know the image I should define on it. I'm just missing the right brushes and the appropriate technique. And I keep dreaming of blue skies, fantasizing about wonder land, for how do you fix a messy canvas... when the oil paint is already dried? I wish I knew how to paint a new life. If I could I'd paint forgiveness over the blacks and grays you left with your departure. I wish I knew how to draw his smile over your twisted sight. I want to paint myself... enjoying life without you, over this awful pain your absence causes at night... to this lonely heart. I wish to change sThe Canvas You Never Leave3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Innocence diesDemons are waking up.Innocence dies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lust is knocking at my door,
dull words are touching me with love,
and madness took me with passion on the floor.
Angels are dying at their feet.
Gabriel was crossed with greed
and stopped announcing God's will.
Miguel was bound with a coward's chains
There was no warrior to protect us from hell.
A gray cloud announces the ending of this story,
Now, in me the sins of sins find their glory.
They drag me gently to a dark paradise.
They break my soul because of Miguel's cowardice.
They cover my hazel windows, they tell me not to cry.
Step by step I'm walking on water,
around me, the most beautiful
Read for MeTurn off the lights and light a candle,Read for Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open that book and make me dream.
Read it out loud, read it for me,
Get me out of this life I just can't handle.
Close my eyes with the touch of your hands.
Paint with those words the perfect castle, the perfect life.
Grab my hand and walk me through that forest.
Take me to a place where I won't be lonely.
The end of this world is coming, and I need a shelter to hide,
Hurry!Hurry! Open that book! At least let my dreams survive.
If my flesh is not to keep walking, show my art the gateway.
Let my dreams be an inspiration, for another world to emerge.
Turn off the lights and light a cand
No existen los amigosY es que es tan difícil, verte a ti misma, tratando de cambiar lagrimas por sonrisas y que simplemente no te las quieran dar. Es tan difícil decirle a la vida, quiero miradas encendidas y deshacerme de las frías y la vida nunca conteste. Es difícil, tratar de ser una persona mejor para que los que te exigían una remodelación, se aprovechen y te dejen sin nada al sacar los muebles de la casa. Es que es tan difícil darse cuenta que… siempre estuviste sola al ver que tus amigos te dan la espalda y de ti… nunca han valorado nada. Me hace sentir sin valor, para la vida enfrentar, sin agallas. Entonces,No existen los amigos4 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Quiza al finalQuizá al final, la humanidad busque ser salvada del paraíso mismo. Quizá no exista tal infierno en la mejor de las supuestas verdades y el cielo sea la única última parada de este tren incierto. Quizá por la juventud de nuestra raza somos el caos mismo al que tanto tememos, al que esperamos con pavor sin saber que somos parte de él. Quizá la química y física sean las ciencias mas subjetivas de nuestra cultura y no dan abasto a tanta pregunta que por cada joven de cada nación salga a la luz del sol para ser objeto de burla para unos o tema de discusión para los más inteligentes.Quiza al final3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Life is cold3 years ago in Conceptual
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El Campesino"No quiero descansar, mi trabajo es bajo el sol, pa que mi mujer coma, pa que mis hijos estudien, pa que nadie me robe la dicha de verlos felices… en la pobreza, pero felices."El Campesino3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Y todos los días se levanta el campesino aquel, desde que el sol se levanta, hasta que muere en el fondo del mar, sus manos sudan sangre, su frente sal y su corazón perseverancia y esperanza en un mundo donde al pobre se le quita irónica e implícitamente el derecho a la vida y al rico se le mantiene por ser "maldito y vivo". Sin embargo, los ojos inquebrantables y las fuerzas incansables de aquel cristiano trabajador, siguen reflejándose
La cunaComo agua para chocolate, no se tu que sentirás. Si algún día me has de preguntar, es una caricia al paladar. Tan sonoros como el timbre de tu voz al acercarse los tornados del año, así los escucho. Mi oído contra tu pecho. Mi padre fue tan imaginario como los cuentos de pequeña, y lo siguió siendo incluso en la primavera. Ahora tú vienes a ofrecérmelos para que me sirvan de arrullo junto a la canción de cuna que las estrellas y la luna, me cantan con su destellante luz. Con tus 8 años de más, has decidido remar hasta mi hogar, cuarenta días, cuarenta noches, para sostenerLa cuna3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
NocheHe aquí la escritora mediocre. Es otra noche tan cerca de cruzar a la madrugada, sin poder dormir, sin poder parar de fumar. Heme aquí, frente al ordenador otra vez, otra vez como ayer. Soy víctima de los efectos místicos del cielo oscuro, esos que te recuerdan del pasado y te hacen llorar sin cesar junto a la almohada. Pude de pronto percibir la esencia de un recuerdo que puso fin por un momento a mis sollozos. Olía a… a aquel diciembre que le vi por primera vez. Cuando los vientos soplaban y… ya no puedo seguir por que mi inconsciente insiste en olvidar el detonante de tanto sufrimiento que luego cargue sNoche4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning for youI'm burning for you.Burning for you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feed me with your fears,
Complete me with your emptiness
and give me all your tears.
I'm burning for you.
Scream to the heavens,
you've got a burning angel,
and you need no god.
Prince you have all my love,
I'll caries you with the touch of a flaming rose.
Load my back with the scars of your past,
kiss me with the weakness of your heart.
Because I'm burning for you,
I'll be crucified, my love is pure.
Oh, love! Better me than you!
I'm standing in front of this storm.
And I'll fight for you, like never before.
I'll take you love, out of your emptiness,
I'll fill that hollow with my soul.
Oh l
I know that you...It makes me crazy to know that you....I know that you...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To think about that you...
And you do it every day!
And every day I keep it to myself.
But I can't just pretend that I'm okay.
I feel insecure!
You say, you swear, you pretend to care!
It kills me!
I feel like a fool to think this it's true, I can't resist!
You stay or you go! I won't be left alone!
Don't wanna believe that you...
I can't even think that you...
But I gotta be smart, I gotta think!
It can't go on like this!
I feel so in between.
Intruder 3 years ago in Objects
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A Past RealityI know you.A Past Reality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm real.
I've walked with you before.
That's what I whispered in a dream,
While I saw us walk away.
I know you.
I'm real.
I've walked with you before.
I remembered in a dream,
While I saw us walk away.
It was in another life,
Perhaps.
In another culture,
Different than mine.
It was you and me,
Walking on the street,
I knew you, you knew me,
We belonged to that place.
The feeling was familiar,
When I saw your face.
Walking beside me
On a maroon coat.
Every second, I swear was real.
The feeling was familiar,
When I saw your face.
I know you.
I'm real.
I've walked with you before.
I s
Oooooooooo 4 years ago in Spontaneous Portraits
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