I want to be a rock almost always stagnant poised in a position where I won’t be disturbed. Buried beneath rubble, six feet under the surface, underground, understood, untouched.
She is the elephant in the room, Destroying all the white couches I tried so hard to keep impeccable. She is the captain of our ship, Sailing us two different directions To an endless sea of doubt. She is the smell of smoke From cigarettes so pungent, They hurt your nasal passages. She is a ghost, haunting the hallways of our minds, Frightening me at every opportunity. She is the air...
Here is where I start falling, due to feelings and emotions picked up on the street from those sad souls that surround me. Enveloped in these emotions, my body starts to fail, my heart sinks, my lungs collapse, losing my ability to breathe in this air that so many desperately seek.
Take the keys and start the car, A light just turned on, Just kiss her goodnight my dear.
Imprisoned Words Staring at my drafts, I see all the potential, of poems that could be far from expectation. Too bad I can’t post, too bad I can’t expose for fear of rejection, ridicule, and scorn. All these words will stay imprisoned, in my white little inbox, surrounded by an impenetrable foamy blue sea.
Arsonist You can take the past, and you can take the present, set fire to the remnants and pour the ashes to the sea. Your heart will be at ease, your pride will be content, but in the end your aching soul will consume your very being. Lights will remind you, Sounds will surround you, Aromas will intoxicate you. Of her face, of her voice, of her sweet smelling perfume in the summer ...
Engañada Si te dieras cuenta, supieras que te extraño, cada dia mas y mas. Pero, quizá solo es un sentimiento, un pensamiento, una emoción.
No, Gracias. How difficult is it to say, “No?” To just spew that word out as if it was my next breath.
I think I just broke the ice into a million little pieces. I think I just destroyed the walls that kept me from you. I think I just cut every ounce of tension built up in the room. Oh how I hope I am not dreaming.
What I Want to Feel I just want to feel again I want to feel a feeling A tiny little feeling that, grows and expands increases and proliferates progresses and matures. A feeling to feel again. A feeling to quench all desires of feeling. To feel once more is what I long for A touch, a look, a smile, to make me feel like a feeler again.
My words just escape me. There isn’t a nice way to put it. A simple no would suffice in my book But this isn’t my book now, is it? I have to help you write a page, maybe only a sentence; a page you will burn and forget. How can I say this? How can I explain this? I have to carefully sculpt these words into statues of gold and bronze, porcelain and ivory, metal and wood. But what if I...
The Red Bench I sat down next to you and asked, “Why do you hate me?” You got up and walked away.
She walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked some more she sat, down on the pathway, crossed her legs, and took a breath
You’re so magnetic I’d say you’re electric. For rhyme’s sake, I’ll go home and bake. This poem started with an explanation, and ended with an exclamation!