Mute sonataI wake up remembering,Mute sonata6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how my hands used to play on you
in the dawn,
the best moment of all
a mute sonata
a walts in the dark
a requiem for your memory
love, it was getting closer
like drops fell from your hands
in every note I can feel, oh love,
this is just the start.
ours eyes meet in the night
and the symphony rise one more time
a tango in the shadows
and bossanova in the dawn
you kisses tasted like roses
still charm my heart
I wake up remembering,
how my hands used to play on you
so magistral time,
evanescense, just a a dream
...where I wanna go back
Te importaria?Siempre me he preguntado que tan importante soy para ti, que tan esencial es mi existencia en tu vida y en tu corazón. Se que no debo de ser la gran cosa, ni una amiga me has de considerar.Te importaria?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
¿Te importaría si te dejara de hablar algún día? ¿Sufrirías tanto como yo cuando tú me ignoras? ¿Pasarías días pensando en el porque lo hice muriendo de insomnio mientras le das vueltas y vueltas al asunto en tu cabeza?
¿Te importaría si te hablara de algún amor inventado? ¿Te darían los mismos celos que corroen mi cuerpo cada vez que mencionas a la chica que amas, a la chica que desearía ser yo?
¿Te importaría si yo te insulto así como tú lo haces en esos días que estas irritado? ¿Sentirías mis mismas ganas de llorar?
Quiero saber como regresarte mi dolor, como hacerte sufrir tanto o más de lo que me haces sufrir a mí. Para que te des cuenta de lo importante que son para
Turn Away.Turn Away.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I look Away so you can't see
The pain I hide, that shows in my Eyes
I walk Away so you can't hear
The Need inside, That shows in my Voice
I cover my Heart, so you don't know
The love in my soul, That only comes out..
When I'm With You.
Because I Love YouYou can't ignore me.Because I Love You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well, let's see here - check, check, check. That's about it, I think." I smiled and turned to her. She was studying the paper, her eyes intent on the print. I took the opportunity to let myself stare for a moment. Then she looked up. I looked away.
"Yeah, you're right. I think we're done for today. Want to meet up again tomorrow? There are a few things I'd like to go over tonight, if I can." Her eyes were bright. I could feel my face growing hot, so I smiled at her and quickly agreed.
"Sounds good. Same time and place?" I asked. She nodded. I left.
I let out a heavy sigh out in the hallway. Tomorrow, huh?
You can't do it, so stop trying.
"Anything come to mind?" I asked her, taking my seat. She smiled at me warmly.
"Oh, hey," she greeted me. "You scared me there." My face flushed, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I did come up with a few things here and there. Mind if I run it by you?" Her eyes were still intent on me. I nodded.
"Imperfections"To look into the mirror, how painful this"Imperfections"4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wandering frizzy hair and smudged lipstick
Exquisite torture for perfectionists
Who grimace at each flaw, each evil trick
At clumped mascara, shadows and freckles
Banes of a superficial existence
So the hounds of reality heckle
And, doubtless with great pleasure, watch us wince
We poke and pinch at ever-ruddy cheeks
Smear shadow on poor innocent eyelids
Our goals yet unfulfilled again we seek
To alter our appearance, to get rid
Through powder that dusts and perfumes that reek
Of imperfections that make us unique
Ugly and SadUgly and Sad4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
This is all my fault. I did this alone.
I loved a boy who's heart was stone.
I should've known better. And now I'm crushed.
To think I'd be loved? Was I on drugs?
I was so stupid. I was so blind.
I put possesion on a heart not mine.
This is what I get for being so unfair
I took a guy who didn't even care.
I liked a popular guy. I thought he liked me.
When he said "I", I thought he meant "we".
And now look what happened. I'm alone and hurt.
I am worthless. I deserve to be dirt.
I'm crying now, but what did I expect?
I was broken up over a lousy text.
And now I'm sorry? Oh please, im a fool.
I will always be used. I am nothing but a tool.
I'm not worthy of pity. I'm not worthy to be loved.
I deserve to be pushed. I deserve to be shoved.
I am nothing but a trend. Nothing but a fad.
And I'm right where I started: ugly and sad.
I love you.She looked me in the eyes. I couldn't help the way I felt... my heart, it was pounding so hard... Her hair, her lips, the look in her eyes.. so inviting. I don't know if what I felt was right, but it felt right to me. She leaned in, I almost gasped, was this okay? She kissed me, so softly, so gently. I could have melted in her arms, my world just stopped, everything stopped but my head kept spinning. My world stood still for those few moments our lips met. She pulled back, looked at me. "Are you okay?" such a soft voice, the only voice that could soothe my mood no matter how I felt. All I could do was smile. She pushed my hair back and placed her hand on my shoulders, "I love you." The three words lingered in my mind for what seemed like an eternity, I felt like an idiot, just sitting there, smiling, blushing. I didn't know what to say, how to feel. I wanted to explode. She gazed into my eyes. I finally realized what she was waiting for. "I love you too." I returned almost in a whisperI love you.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El cuadro¿Trata de entenderlo?El cuadro4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La verdad, no. Solo lo observo.
¡Amigo, estas obras no son para observarlas nada más! Son profundísimas, encierran un mensaje muy intenso detrás de todos esos símbolos, créame.
¿En serio? A mí me gusta simplemente observarlas.
Si quiere se la explico. He pasado tiempo analizándola y creo que ya he logrado entender lo que el pintor quiso plasmar.
¿Ah, de verdad?
Sí, de verdad. Además, soy experto en arte contemporáneo.
¡Vaya, eso sí que es realmente interesante!
¿Se está usted burlando de mí?
No, disculpe, en lo absoluto. Cuénteme qué es lo que el pintor plasmó. Soy todo oídos.
Bueno, veamos. Primero, ¿ve cómo el cuadro parece estar dividido en dos partes, una oscura y otra clara?
Eh... Sí, ahora que lo dice, es cierto, está partido en dos. ¿Y eso qué