Kategori: Poem

Well, if one sees the magnetic field curve. Those damn birds they do follow instincts Poles do they bend I bend my Xicano ens in these Northern Lights Suicidal Tendencies Arise, do they, Who am I? that I no longer want to be? Do I perish the I in the vortex that invites Swallows towards…

Leí­ un libro de Keats in the crapper and I confused some critical commentary about this and that. Reading books, hooked on the net and the like Speech flow on the page and this age digital it is Enero vino y se fue Messed up am I filled with information losing bits pasting bits a…

Oye, habrá partes de mi cuerpo que no comprenderás. Cosas que ni yo logro comprender, ni – …eré – … (? Prosigue amig (@) . No es seno. dijo el sereno. cuyo silencio deslizó lo suyo a su pla -ser

Ya van varias cartas que escribo a un destinarlo desconocido No sé porqué me ha tocado ese destino Escribir para un futuro que no conozco Solo sé que habrás de entrar en mi vida Ni sé quién eres Ni cómo eres Solo sé que formarás parte de mi vida Si es que habrá esa suerte…

In this world belief is yet to be questioned Belief is not shift It is an absolute one race at a t i…………..me. Culture s shift in t^..wo’s or tri3- So monos-[one] moving in trilingual worlds spot easily -í… yet smoothly move inbetween ’cause power they sway . alas! privilege . Moving from taboo to…

You get to hear the alarm every month A loud noise heard across the town Purpose: to train people the curious fact? No one hardly notices this loud noise that rips across streets, neighborhoods and the fabric of distance unless you are out at that hour of the day and yet people wonder what is…

Vem art tú? Who eres du? ¿quién í¤r you? Autumn brings forth so many colors blues turn orange and pinks color leaves red Los cambios pintan la tarde fí¤rgar de varje hí¶st sí¥? every minute varje minut cada minuto un new fí¶rí¤ndring a nuevo change en ny cambio eres un viejo nuevo cada año te…

Perched chest to the ground still shadow willing a breath a new beginning air tight new being cross So unchristian so betrayed by elements a goose bump shall … pray tell.

There will always be a new Gen X. It follows, just that is the case. The sun will always filter through the leaves its rays and perhaps shine in a new direction on an old season. I reckon very little is there to do to conduct youth and specially those in the very near vicinity…

bottomless pit laugh I in yer face whilst life I enjoy Me life forever is yours destiny fate whatnot though eternally will married ameth unto thee tis this chance I have to laugh at ye Let me rue the day when woo prisoner took me and desired thee though loneliness be my destiny I a…