Estado de las artesLa gran diferencia entreEstado de las artes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
un sueño y una pesadilla
es que el segundo tiende
a tener un pie en la
no conozco ninguna
que no tenga la capacidad
de hacerse real,
de una u otra forma
los sueños son blandas
aspiraciones que pocas veces
tienen el poder de hacer realidad
los sueños queman,
pero las pesadillas edifican,
te ponen alerta sobre
la bestia que eres
no temo a ninguno de los dos,
pero no soy muy bueno en
eso de dormir
me resulta mucho más fácil
eso de esperar sentado
frente a una hoja
vacía o llena de palabras
inútiles, como este poema,
hasta que sale el
la ciudad se contamina
AlcoholicYou saw GodAlcoholic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swaying in your vodka smeared dreams
living in a picket fence Suburbia,
how things have changed.
You saw everything
in the rhythm of your shot glass.
Love was never guaranteed.
Binge, obsession is a taste
I can't rid myself of.
I never see God in my Smirnoff,
but it hits cold and terrifying
just like how I remember you
so I keep drinking
until it tastes like hate.
April 6- Detox.In the wandering woodApril 6- Detox.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've come to a place
Where the shadows are lifted
And evil abased,
And my own inner torment
At last is erased.
By the side of the pool
At the end of the stream
By the old waterfall
I'm a dreaming a dream
And the terror's released
In a heart-wrenching scream.
After this, every sound,
Every tear, all the pain
That I harbor within
Is drowned in the rain
And the shadows have gone-
I won't see them again.
I take off the scales
And step into the pool
That's refreshing and deep
And surprisingly cool,
And I then realize
I am naught but a fool.
You give a great shake
Of your soft, golden mane,
And your deep-throated purr
Sounds a bit like my name,
And my lion, my lamb
Are now one and the same.
I enter the falls
And close my eyes tight,
The water pours down,
I'm deprived of all sight,
For all there is left
Is you, there's no blight,
No stain, and no scar,
No wound and no worry,
For they've all been replaced
By your peace and your glory,
And I've finally found
The climax of
Tengo miedo, poetaAhora sé bienTengo miedo, poeta3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que la poesía no sabe
mucho de mi
ni de mis murmullos
ni de mis salidas
ni de mis pasos
ahora sé bien
que la poesía tiende
a olvidar la eternidad
a sus parámetros
a sus ausencias
a sus coqueteos
yo creo que tiene miedo
de pertenecer, de que
alguien se declare su dueño,
tú, él o yo; o Dios o los
señores del Iblis
la Humildad es eterna dijo Eliot
pero la poesía no es humilde,
porque es mortal
¿cómo podría pertenecerme?
¿o a ti?
¿o a él?
la muerte es liberadora
la muerte nos da dignidad
frente a lo que sí pertenece
por eso pido que no sepan
Alpha and OmegaIt wasn't that you were my only friend,Alpha and Omega5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was that you were there
IN THE BEGINNING
When they made yellow crayons and crunchy leaves
starry skies and graveyards damp with mourning dew
and then told us we weren't allowed to touch the sun.
But you, precocious child, took the sun right down from the sky
broke it in two,
enfolding the first half into your smile,
and handing the other half to me,
my own personal Helios, giving me the reigns.
The hot metal singed my fingers, but I wrapped myself around it
in non-Euclidian ways,
and never let it go.
That's when we locked phalanges and promised,
this was it. You&Me
against an uncaring universe that stopped making sense hours ago.
Honestly, with my thirst for knowledge that could only be slaked
with 100% apple juice
and your penchant for making me laugh through tears
it was always going to end up this way.
You&Me, and the end of the world.
But who says the world has to win?
A Bleeding Rose Slowly HealingA Bleeding Rose Slowly Healing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Bleeding Rose Slowly Healing
I’m going to tell you a secret
The biggest of them all
I will tell you this secret
The happiest I’ve ever told
A year ago on this day
My heart was broken
My rose was bleeding
And when I’d lost all hope
An angel came to see me
I’ve never felt these feelings
These emotions they are so great
And when I wake up in the morning
The angel is on my mind
A year with her is closing in
And I just want her to know
what great of support she is
And that I have kept
Every secret she has told
I used to be bleeding
My heart was a rose
Pouring out red
But you held it in your hands
You kissed my bleeding rose
You tended it everyday
You slowly warmed it up
You healed it everyday
I know you think you are a bother
But you are not even close
I love you my angel
With every bone
My rose is healing
You’ve been patient so far
Please don’t let me go
I’ve gotten used to your warmth
My heart was shattered
My rose it bled
But I know my darling
sciamachyi.sciamachy3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
i buried a boy late last summer and
let the cicadas sing his worries to sleep before i
covered his bones with the maple's fall leaves;
he was silent and pale beneath their amber colors
winter crept over us like a shadow and
every night i shivered with my secrets for warmth;
i kept my windows closed but his howling
on the wind begged for my touch
i thawed my heart on a clothesline in may
let a new body into my bed; i kissed its spine
until i understood the language of its thighs and sighs
and forgot the spice of his breath on my tongue
there is a starling outside my bedroom who built
a nest in my gutter and hatched chicks like treasures;
their coos echo in the morning and when i was half-asleep
i swore their feathers shone like his hair in the rising sun
summer roared with the thunderstorms until
lightning struck the stars from the skies; her words
fell hushed when i pushed the earth from his limbs
and breathed life back into his shoreline eyes
BreathlessHere I'm once againBreathless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just checking if you're okay
It's a long time since I last saw you
And I know we're not friends
But even though
you want me gone
It's not that easy to leave
To be honest, you're a part of me
I hope you won't notice
That I've been here
If you do then I know you'll leave
But I love watching you, when I do I can't breath
Even if I'm dead to you
You're still on my mind
You used to be a part of me
And I'm sorry I can't let you go
I wonder what's the right thing
I wonder what to do
Maybe I should just stare at you
And you'll leave me breathless till I die
From Whence She CameBack down to the sea-floor she goesFrom Whence She Came4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the coracle-clusters and starfish that
clamour, cling to her heart too tight,
walking barefoot towards where she
came from. It is too hard walking on
earth, the way she wears pain like a wedding ring
Back down, down, crawling on her belly
on the forest-floor, alive with the buzz and crawl
of worms and bird-prey. Back where she belongs with her
crazy palpitating wolf-heart, her bloody
deer-throat leaking in the snow, her yellow
eyes in the dark.
Back down, beyond subway trains, piano lessons,
falling rain, from whence she came, to the snow-covered womb
where she first gulped air.
Back down to a place before wildflowers,
fish on land, back to a locked box
full of old souls, from whence
he's the bravesttoday he built a bridgehe's the bravest6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the sea of tears you cried,
the tears you think he doesn't know about.
tonight you'll knock that bridge down.
tomorrow he'll fold a tiny paper boat
and he will set sail down your body of water,
hoping that maybe this time he'll reach you.
and when he does,
they'll all be talking about it,
they'll all be talking about him,
the boy who built the highest bridge even though
he was scared of heights.
the boy who set sail,
even though he was scared of drowning.
he's the bravest of them all.
The Death of VenusIf there lived in the world a manThe Death of Venus4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as rugged and as strong as I,
who could forbear with me yet go against,
who took to the black woods and the silver hills
who savored salt and the lay of fur
with fingertips of dirt and weather,
whose lips rolled words like smoke, like fog-
I would creep into his arms in the prologue of the night,
air sweet with the scent of new-cut hay,
alive with the nightjar's call.
Haloween argxchiManuel se acerca hasta la casa del Argentino difrasado de vampiroHaloween argxchi3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Manu -Dulce o truco?
Este lo mira y resp
levanta una ceja insinuadoramente
Manu Pero yo pensé que...
resp desconcertado y molesto a la vez
Martin SEXO DIJE!!
el Chileno sobrepasa su copa y responde su rosario
MAnu: Weon ctm!!!! andate a la mierda , sexo queria el muy maricon ¬____¬ prefiero tirarme a un pozo weon .... -sale de la caza del argento , llegando a la reja y tras llegar a esa zona tirar huevos a la ventana del rubio.- XD
The Paddock BootsMy paddock boots lay outside the doorThe Paddock Boots3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They had been torn, banged, and dirtied
And the scent of a farm came with them too;
The smelly sweat and animals followed me around like I was their leader
I'd only wear them at the barn
A clop clop clop came from underneath them with every step I'd take
And a small trail of mud grew as I walked
From riding horses to cleaning stalls,
I have never washed them
Every particle of dust and dirt had a meaning,
All the things I've don't in these have been caked onto them for me to recall
My boots were my scrapbook
After thinking to myself for some time, I went to the door and pulled them in,
Gripping the dirty leather in between my fingers
Rubbing it into my palms and the memories were coming in,
And I remembered the good days
.is it worse to.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
hear a truth,
or give one
to tell a lie,
or live one
WanderersWanderersWanderers7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The proof of a cold day is in its loneliness
In the chilly-damp bench with moss and curling dead leaves
At its base
Crab apples underfoot
Sullen silver descends upon the empty football field
With the trill warning of a construction truck echoing from
Across over in the town
The wind is my friend
Because it also does not know where it is going
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
.a storm breaks inside.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
his mouth; my name washes up
on his tongue, stranded
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMy lover has water running through her veins1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
Cover It With InkI will not break another person in my lifeCover It With Ink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those who I have broken I will fix
I'm done with this thought that I'm nothing
Cause I'm something that no one will never be
I'm done crying myself to sleep
I will laugh at the thought
I will never pick that blade up again
Cause if I will cut something it will be paper
I will cut paper
With my pen
I will write my emotions
And I will not hide
I'm not evil
I will cut my paper
I will use my deadly weapon
I feel bad for the item I'm covering in ink
I know how it feels to be covered
I know how it feels to be cornered
I will not take any pills
This is my medication
I will learn
Something that we all have known
When we were kids
I will learn to
Love myself again
How to say I love you?How to say "I love you?"How to say I love you?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three simple little words.
The fear that my confession
will be only for the birds.
How to say "I love you,"
When it's bursting to come out?
It's scrambling my insides
and it's mixing things about.
How to say "I love you?"
To let you know I care...
To show you that my days are
dark and grey without you there...
How to say "I love you?"
How, oh, how indeed...
To make it crystal clear
that you're the only thing I need.
Chick-fil-AI rode past your store.Chick-fil-A3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hungry and Bored
I was debating on stopping-by
My God those lines...
I still pulled into your lot
Found a spot in line.
Chicken and soda.
Extra waffle fries.
Damn the thought of it
Brought a tear to my eye,
The taste is just so divine.
Then I checked my facebook
As I waited for food.
An article on the Huffington Post,
Informed me that this line consisted of mostly homophobes.
5 million dollars donated to Gay-hate groups.
So I went next door
To get some Taco Bell.
No hate tacos
Sounded just as good.
Undressing PoetryShe clothes herself in poetry,Undressing Poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seals her skin within the verse.
Each line becomes another garment
that conceals her fixed form's curvature,
but peels away when read.
Last night I dissected a stanza,
clamped it tight between my teeth
and tugged it down her legs.
Her body breathes warm and sweet,
speckled red like a summer strawberry field.
I sucked the juice from her lines and
spit the punctuation like seeds.
My lips mouthed the shape of her words
as my skin grew more sticky with
every splash of imagery dripping down my chin.
I peeled apart her soft pages
with sticky, pink fingertips that left them
clinging to my skin.
A single flawless line remained
between the cloak of poetry, her and me,
so we spoke the words in unison,
revealing everything and setting her verse free.