When You Find Me ThereHush now, old friend,
I go around the river bend
where you cannot follow
Do not despair!
when you find me there
we'll drink sweet wines
and talk of distant times
but not for long.
The people in white
will bring us new clothes,
a new skin, to wear when
we go around the next river bend.
Come now, old friend,
there are many walks to walk,
talks to talk before I go
around the river bend
where you cannot follow
When you find me there
we will walk again and
talk again and rest,
but not for long.
Soon the currents will whisk
away our legs, our voices,
and give them to us new.
There now, old friend,
sit with me a while before
I go around the river bend
where you cannot follow
I will cast off soon.
Take my hand
and hold it tight, and
remember what I have said.
This is not the end.
You'll see me again,
when you find me there, my friend.
Fire, Water, Air, EarthI once worshiped a fire god,Fire, Water, Air, Earth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a man who wrapped himself in
flames and brimstone armor.
I burned myself trying to touch his heart.
He loomed above me and
no matter how high I reached
I was only grasping smoke.
I once worshiped a water spirit,
a man so elusive, running his own
course, even when it ran away from me.
His heart ran through my fingers.
He was cool to the touch, as
refreshing as rain, and cleansed me
for the brief time he allowed me
to swim in his pond.
I once worshiped a djinn,
a man of the air, whom I never saw
or touched, only felt in my lungs.
He sustained me, kept my own heart
beating, though I did nothing for him.
When he vanished the air left
my lungs in a rush, and I was
I have found now a mountain,
a man of the earth, unshakeable,
steadfast, a constant figure
on my internal landscape.
His heart is made of loam, a fertile ground,
and I revel in it. Together we grow
a garden in the mountains,
above the world, and we live like angels.
The Evanescent ManHe’s sitting at the dinner table, waiting for me when I open the door. His wrinkled hands are clasped around each other, spindly fingers locked tight like manacles, so still he could be made of stone. He doesn’t look up, he doesn’t need to, he knows me well like an old friend. And it wells up within my chest, a swelling, building ache that’s growing hard and heavy. I drop the groceries, drop my keys, clink as they hit the floor, kick off my shoes andThe Evanescent Man2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fingers come unlaced. He smoothes a crease in his threadbare black suit; the suit that's full of darkness, swallowing any light that hits it. It’s the same thing he did the last time he came, and I realize that I’ve forgotten him; I’ve forgotten what he meant, what he did, what he took from me. He takes a breath, and I am a boy again, I think, everything is too bright and sharp, the colors saturated and vibrant. My legs don’t ache anymore, my head is full of hair, I
Ode To YouThe road to you was twisted and tangledOde To You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with boys I loved and boys I mangled
and who mangled me.
I thought finding love was a hopeless mission,
under impossible conditions,
until I found the signposts
pointing to you. With you I have a place,
a home, a room, a quiet space
to rest my heart and rest my head
and see how all roads led
to you in the first place.
SimplicityWhen we're together in the darkSimplicity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it's enough to hear you breathe,
and hear your heart beneath my cheek.
When we're together in the dark
my heart shudders. An electric arc
unifies, and you are all I need seek.
When we're together in the dark,
it's enough to hear you breathe.
PromiseI will never break your heart.Promise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the beginning, you were a part
of my future, my timeline, the start
of my loving years. Like fine art
you teach me secrets and impart
your wisdom. Even when we are apart
I will never break your heart.
AsphodelA beckoning:Asphodel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watercolour sky shrinking,
too late, teeth fall; pearls
from a broken string.
Blink and the moon ignites—
but the sheets are still
1,001 NightsIn a land of1,001 Nights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreams and dust:
the curve of
a half-hazed sun,
onco genes couldn't kill youyour frameworkonco genes couldn't kill you2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and well-rested bones
of their own comforts
have caught my fancy
you need to know
you're deliciously vulnerable
it is you
who has the power
my dear, i will
My kind of love.I want the kind of love that forms colourful wings in my stomach. Wings that fly in circles because they're disorientated from my hearts heavy beating.My kind of love.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the kind of love that's so radiant, I can't even bare to look in its direction without closing my eyes first–– it burns brighter than the sun.
A love that scares the fear out of my life, making anything possible again.
A love that regresses two adults back into kids, playing hide and seek with their future.
I want the kind of love that's a Sunday in the middle of the week –– inconvenient.
A kind of love that dances at a funeral –– inappropriate.
Love that's a muse to an artist –– inspiring.
The kind of love that's a .44 magnum revolver in a trunk of BB guns –– authentic.
Love that sparkles in the dark like pearls around the moons neck.
Love that speaks in tongues possessed by the spirit our two souls create.
Love that regenerates like a phoenix, and flies us on it's back
i cannot lose youyou are already falling throughi cannot lose you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crevices of my hands
and i am slipping, bare foot and
running like a child with
i do not know how to keep
you beside me, i do not know
how to write myself into your
skin like braille
and i am aching for your touch
"i miss you," i say
and you reply, "i know"
and that is how i know -
every kingdom must falter and
die and it's only been eleven
months but these walls are already
crumbling; i am chaining myself
to trees and towers and screaming
from the top of my lungs
tornadoes and earthquakes are unfurling
at your heels
and you turn to me and
you speak so quietly:
"we are collapsing."
the clockwork liari. we dusted dreams off people like the first snowflakes of the season. you'd take one and rest it on the center of your tongue because you hated the taste of ice cream and wanted to reset what cold tasted like to you.the clockwork liar3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you taught me that the cold could be bitter, and so could people's dreams.
you drank out of out-of-order wells because you believed they still worked and that the government was keeping it all to itself.
i never realized how insane you made me before i wrote this all down.
ii. i wished on the sun because i ran out of shooting stars.
and just to spite me, you began wishing on raindrops because you believed that they were so many, one of them was bound to remember you.
but we both ended up laughing hysterically with protruding knives on a bloodstained floor, didn't we?
iii. i talked to clockwork towers and told them to lie because if they stopped for just a while, all the time in the world would seize.
one human, two human
HeartbreakAnd the girl broke his heart in twoHeartbreak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unconcerned with what her actions would prove
To him that no one
Could ever love a face like his
That no one
Could ever hold his hand
And save their dying breath
To match his
That he will never be happy again
Never love again
And the boy broke down into tears
And asked himself
I did all that I could
I never told a lie
And a voice inside
Spoke to him that day
Let it out
This is just how you feel today
Tomorrow will come
And you'll be stronger
Because of today
Go out and find yourself
You weren't right for each other anyway
The extremely short storyI once heard the tale of a man who had the whole universe inside his throat.The extremely short story3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Was he a giant?" someone asked.
I thought for a second.
"No," I said. "He was a storyteller."
desiccatei.desiccate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were 22 years in the making,
a sponge without water
since the day they plucked you from the ocean
and left the sea salt to sink into your pores.
I was something too heavy to wade in,
barely able to breathe,
21 years in the making
with floodgates barring my emotions
since the age of four.
At the first sign of droplets,
the salt of you drew me in
and eased the heaviness of my heart.
In your confessions of self-love,
in your tales of embrocation,
I was only ever your liniment;
was a thing to be forgotten from the start.
Senseless.I didn't fall in love with you; I tripped over your facade.Senseless.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You weren't my other half; I was whole all along.
Love isn't blind; it's senseless.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you?summergirl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are crowthroated and tumbling
through the aspen grove
hair on fire with sunrise, lungs
full of sky.
eyelashes like wildflowers
and every morning brings
a new spray of freckles
and a sharper curve to your collarbones.
the cornfields hold no shadows
for your lighthouse eyes
and there are no endings in that
ii. you have grown
autumn finds you with broken ankles
leaning on an oak branch
and watching the skies.
crow to sparrow--you are quiet.
summergirl, there is peace in silence,
fallen antlers in your hands.
you will come to mourn your deer.
keep them close.
iii. by winter you have paled,
and like the streams
your eyes have frosted over.
you feel the chill--
there is no need for sight.
ColorblindI gave away my name todayColorblind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it might be a metaphor, but I think
we only remember the quietest suicides
the walls are thin enough to listen
as the angels try to scratch free;
bloodied fingernails and God says everyone
screws up, sometimes
I'm waiting for a silent night.
I only ever believed in solid ground
and depressions' tides, and sometimes,
those little wounds I nursed deep
within my vocal chords (because
my voice is dying, too)
I can see the beautiful people, now
overdosing on their own opiums of
self-acquittal and dissolution
they ran out of ways to ask for help.
I'm fragile, but my glass ribs
aren't holding much
and I'm through trying to find something
different, because it's scary to know
what exactly's the same
yesterday I was someone else and
tomorrow I'm further into inevitabilities of
who I promised I'd never be--
I'm waiting for a happy ending,
but if you love something
you let it go.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."A stranger walked up to me today...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez