MIS PRIMEROS CARINIOSMIS PRIMEROS CARINIOS6 years ago in Historical More Like This
3.- MIS PRIMEROS CARIÑOS
Como ya anuncie mi existencia, con el correr del tiempo, poco a poco sin darme cuenta, me estaba dando cuenta de que me daba cuenta que yo era un ser vivo, que podía manejar un cuerpo a mi entero antojo el cual era mío, además de que podía emitir sonidos que los demás comprendían y ayudaban a expresarlo y manejarlo mejor, hacer gestos, señales con las manos y la manera de comportarse frente a los demás.
En primer lugar me aferraba demasiado a mi madre, no quería ni separarme de ella, es mas cuando se iba me ponía histérico (por no decir llorón y caprichoso). A mi padre si le tenía cierto temor, debió ser por lo severo que llevaba nuestra disciplina. Pienso que mas miedo le tenía a mi tío René, el me castigaba constantemente cuando no hacía mis tareas (a pesar que no iba al colegio) me enseñaba a leer y escribir y yo era un tanto dejado, a los 4 años so
A KissWhat would I give you for a kiss?A Kiss5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't have any stars,
I'm not owner of an ocean.
I haven't got my slice of heaven yet
and I don't have the pearls of the sea.
The moon is out of my league,
the sun was already taken;
I sold my soul to the devil
and the world belongs to someone else.
A poem? There're many written.
A song? I do not have much rhythm.
Should I touch you? I would never dare...
Another kiss? yeah... Possibly that.
SleeplessThose nights without youSleepless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
expand into the sounds
of the clock ticking on the
wall and the dripping of the
I'm surprised I haven't been driven
But my sanity is only around
because of the thoughts of those
nights when you were here singing
dreams inside my head.
Even with coffee in the afternoon
I was always able to fall asleep,
in your arms at least.
Is that too corny?
I guess that's why you left me.
Insomnia isn't the only gift
you left behind though.
(you're so thoughtful)
The need to feel your touch
still bristles my nerves
and causes the tiniest twitch
in my hand.
But don't worry, I just tell
everyone I was diagnosed with
The look on their faces reminds
me that my need to lie also
comes from you.
Seems you only left your
bad habits behind and took
all my good ones.
I guess I should feel angry
that you stole my humane
side, but I'm too insane to even
So I'll continue to listen to the drips
and the ticks all night long while
TearTear5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A last tear,
Has broken with fear,
When it comes out,
That we've broken apart.
Everything that You've made,
Was fullfilled with death...
You just didn't care...
You'll have to go to hell!!!
This is the place for men like you.
How long will it take, before I broke through?
The answer is simple,
The last broken tear must kill the fear.
Vicious CycleThis is the end.Vicious Cycle7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean it this time
Been walked on,
Trampled for too long.
One last kiss
Before the door slams.
Headlights in the distance,
Tires squealing protest.
Mascara on a pillow...
One new message.
"I'm sorry baby,
Won't you please have me back?"
"Of course I will doll."
The vicious cycle
Back at its start.
"You do own me after all"...
Substitute PeopleThere are two kinds of people,Substitute People5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you can only be one
Or the other,
There is no in between.
The first kind,
Are the most desired,
Everyone wants them,
And want to BE them.
They are surrounded by friends and loved ones,
But seem to take them for granted,
By always putting work first.
These are the People People.
Then theres the second kind.
Are always put second in relationships,
The People People hang out with these people,
Until one of them comes along.
These are the people,
That the People People take most for granted.
We are the Substitute People.
Lost FeelingIt's weird howLost Feeling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so many things
in so little time...
from good to bad,
love to hate,
from making to breaking
It's weird how
memories are forgotten
in the useless arguments
and false accusations,
that leave nothing but
and nasty scars.
It's weird how,
something once so strong,
can disappear so quickly.
PainPain5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To be able to look down
& see the whole world at my hands
I'd see all the people who tore me apart
& the people who tried to tape my peices back together
So, maybe its wrong...
to think of myself like that.
But then I'd know who really cared
& who else was scared
I know I'd feel like my true self.
& I could be myself.
I wouldn't feel dead & alone
Instead I'd be free & known.
So, if u listen closley to my heart
You'll feel the steady beat
slowly coming to a stop,
& the last crack ending it with a drop...
if you keep getting under.i saw you today and said heyif you keep getting under.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
but what i meant was:
holyhell, youre beautiful. you look like sunshine trapped in mason jars and fireflies stuck in moonbeams. you have a smile that punches straight to the spinal cord, did you know that? i just spent the last five seconds rebooting my heart, training my lungs how to breathe again. exhale, inhale. it should be simple but youve snarled it all in a giant mess. im unwinding the ball of yarn into a straight jacket and youre as unaffected as the sea. id say im a boat but im hardly as sturdy. im a feather. its almost funny how little a chance i have of staying afloat. im soaked and matted and sinking into the undertow. and youre just churning on and on and on.
i saw you today and said how have you been?
but what i meant was:
have you lost as much sleep as i have? ive spent 3256 hours trying to piece together the exact curves that m
Losing You...Losing You...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why are you so different?
You're not who you used to be
And why am I so lonely,
When you're right infront of me?
Something isn't right,
I can see it in your eyes
I'm just trying to find
A truth behind the lies
You act like we're so close
But we couldn't be more far apart
And right now I can't handle
Someone playing with my heart
Tell me that I'm dreaming,
Tell me our love's still strong,
Tell me you're not leaving,
Please tell me that I'm wrong
Tell me that everything
Is going to be just fine
Tell me you love me
And you'll always be mine
Constantly, we're fighting
It gets worse everyday
And I don't want to stay
Just to watch you slip away
I only want to make you smile
But I only make you frown
I just want to make you happy
Seems all I do is bring you down
I've never felt so far away from you
And I need you here so bad
But I feel like we've already lost
Everything we ever had
Please tell me that I'm dreaming,
Tell me our love's still true,
Tell me you're not leaving,
I'd give up anythin
UNA HISTORIA MUY TONTAUNA HISTORIA MUY TONTA6 years ago in Historical More Like This
1.- LA DECADA DE LOS SETENTA
Yo recuerdo que de la década de los 70s no me acuerdo nada, me parece que el principal motivo fue mi inexistencia, yo no sentía, no veía, no hacia nada. En esos años gobernaba en nuestro país un militar llamado Morales Bermúdez, a nivel mundial gobernaba Estados Unidos y en mi casa mi papá.
En el mundo existía una rivalidad acérrima, los demócratas representados por los Estados Unidos de Norteamérica y los comunistas por los Soviéticos, existía un clima tenso en cualquier momento estallaría la tercera guerra mundial, y al parecer todas las potencias mundiales se estaban preparando para ello. La herida del laboratorio de la muerte Vietnam estaba fresco aún y ya los soviéticos pensaban invadir de los Afganos su territorio, por alguna razón u otra algo tenía que estallar
Mirando otros aspectos de la sociedad la juventud cada vez se
KissI've never been kissed.Kiss5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never tasted the lips of a lover.
Never shared the passion,
The ecstacy of love,
With my full heart.
I wonder if life is passing me by,
And not looking back.
Howling Memoirs - Short StoryHowling MemoirsHowling Memoirs - Short Story5 years ago in General More Like This
- Tarquin de Vries
- V.v.V, 07/06/2009
A frigid wind blew over the shimmering land of ice and snow, rustling leaves as it stalked through the trees. Their slender arms overburdened with the white tears of the sky groaned with each gentle sway the weight dragging their magnificent forms low. As if on cue to silent music, pristine snowflakes glided through the air, dancing and weaving amongst themselves in billowing clouds that drifted with each freezing sigh of the world.
Amidst a forlorn circle of these somber oaks, there lay a perfect circular lake; its gleaming surface reflecting the thin beams of light streaming from the sun directly overhead the blanketing drape of clouds permitting only a fraction of its true splendor. On the shore of this lake, where the ice meets the snow, a low metal bench sat, cowering against the weather with its rusted beams and chipped edges.
Such a simple object, yet so complex in its value. Its silent husk having been witness
Hot Sauce and Pepper."What are you doing?"Hot Sauce and Pepper.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Putting hot sauce and pepper on my fries."
"Ugh.. Why? It looks disgusting."
"I swear it's not. The hot sauce is actually pretty mild. It adds a really interesting flavor to it. Here... Will you try some?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Hey, that's pretty good."
"Told ya, heh."
"You're crazy. But I love you."
"I am, you know."
"Well I know that, baby. We've been dating for almost a year. I figured that one out."
"No.. No.. Not um.. Not like that. I mean CRAZY."
"Are you okay? I mean.. Are you?"
"Pretty much. I take my medicine. It helps."
"I think I'll have some more of your fries, if that's okay."
FFM 3: The Great ProcessSilence spun out on the grassy hill, and the boy analyzed his grandfather for some sign of a reaction. Cholas granted the boy a bemused half-smile, chewing on the mouthpiece of his pipe.FFM 3: The Great Process4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's horrible, isn't it?" Tian finally blurted. "You're not gonna tell my mom are you?"
Cholas chuckled softly. "Calm down, boy. Calm down. It's only horrible if you act upon it." He glanced down to see if it helped. It didn't. "Look, what you're feeling is perfectly natural for boys your age. Grown men get the same impulses, but we're used to it, we don't let it torture us."
"No, no. Listen for a second, child. It's just a part of nature. Like honey spiders gathering pollen in their great nets, or hawkflies snatching them away to feed their maggots. It's all a part of the great process: life, death, reproduction."
"But my own sister?"
Again, that throaty chuc
Time. There's Never Any Time. While you grow up, the world changes. Like when you sleep. You close your eyes, and everything goes into fast-forward mode.Time. There's Never Any Time.6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Barely any night. Not enough day.
While you grow up, you try not to remember the past. The past was like the plague. Contagious and unwanted.
Your past is a disease. An inevitable cancer. Something you just couldnt avoid.
But most people dont realize that history repeats itself. Its a constant loop.
Fall asleep. Wake up. Consciousness. Sub-consciousness.
Get together. Break up. Make up. Break up.
And most people dont realize that youre making history everyday to hate later.
asthmashe smokes marlboro cigarettes with the bedroom door locked. i taste it on her breath, lips and skin everyday after school. her bed is a mattress on the floor. sometimes we make love on it and i wonder if she'd rather have her mouth around a cigarette than me right then. she has asthma too.asthma6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she is my second cousin. i didn't know this until two years after we began fucking and three years after i fell for her. i don't think it really matters. emily says if i ever made her pregnant she'd make me punch her in the stomach, heavy and hard. but i never would you know, i love her.
the smoking is killing her. i hid the cigarettes beneath the sink, but she just bought new ones and hid them better. she had her head down in the pillow, coughing, coughing until she coughed up sticky blood. i cried for her and she told me to stop being such a pussy. i told her i loved her and she drew another cigarette. kissing it ways she'd never kiss me.
some nights i sleep over hers. her father doesn't mind, he
SUBMERGEDSUBMERGED3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like a river falls in to the ocean
with a great desire and emotion
to end its identity as a river
to be the part of the sea forever
like a person is fast asleep
and he has gone in a dream too deep
he never wants to be awake
despite he knows what he's seeing is fake
like a poet writting a poem
one by one, collecting the coins
for his beloved feeling the heat
he restless untill its complete
like a true and brilliant actor
who literally wears the character
hes no more known for his name
its the character which gives him fame
its the submergence of the river
of the poet, actor and dreamer
into the things they love the most
and thats how I am submerged into your love
and i am totally lost !
Micky D's Vs. KFCThe old man jumped into the dented garbage can next to him, teleporting him to an alley across from an empty KFC restaurant. He quickly whipped out his gun and searched for his enemies with dark, bloodshot eyes. The alley was quiet and vacant. Old newspapers tumbled down the road in the wind as the clouds seemed to grow darker than ever before. It was dead silent in this area, wherever he was. The old man sighed, dropped his gun, and took a seat on the crumbling curb.Micky D's Vs. KFC5 years ago in Humor More Like This
His previous attack left him famished. Luckily, he managed to save a bag of chips and a KFC crispy cesar salad. Pulling it out of the crinkly paper bag, he took a bite from the crunchy lettuce and smiled. He hadn't had anything to eat in what seemed like days. The man let the cool, ranch salad dressing drip onto his messy, gray beard without care.
Then he made his first mistake; he swallowed. And something must have heard him.
Suddenly, the wind picked up and sent his hair to the front of his face, making it nearly imposs
T,T,3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
IlyforeverEvery morning,Ilyforever5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I think you.
I think of your eyes,
& your joy.
Your different from all the rest of those boys.
I know this
Cause I care,
& love all the actions you share.
So, listen closely
Cause I won't say it again
I'll love you forever & forever means this.