Kategori: Poem

When the isolation lifts its mantle Which surrounds my love life, Will I see thee lurking about? Wont you expect too Who yearned for you? Whilst I carry this heavy darkness Woe is me! for I want your arms around me Wretched is indeed the wait Wonderful though when my eyes fall upon thee! Who…

I felt Untold Emotions Rush Like a Chinese water drop torture Down My Skin . Yearning To feel Pain To connect Somehow. Then I thought. I hurt yet

There were many a time were I did not. Like a White whale whose harpoon Who am I kidding I have not even began to imagine how Melville thought,  

El Cuervo era un cuate. Rey del gris de cielos nórdicos ’on el sol ni su luz. Odí­n Su fiel Reino compartí­an cualesquier dí­a expandí­a sus alas bajo las nubes que escondí­an el sol pero aquellos dí­as tan consuetudinarios su vuelo era como el sol. Flamante como el viento Y com dirí­a Adele: set fire…

I’ve seen you te he visto desde hace long ago eres la memoria que no quiero recordar como el moco que saco de mi nariz like the burger I pick from my nostrils who I promptly swipe under my knee cap under my jeans que embarro en la mezclilla de mis pantalones Sí­, yeah Tantas…

I saw an insect fly by as hell a bird flew by to stop by a nearby branch in a haste only my eye can comprehend then the wind played with the new shoots of the birch the pine the oak. As an spectator a simple bystander of the things that last longer than I…

Son las primeras horas de la mañana/ me levanto porque el ordenador se ha puesto a trabajar y sus ruidos me molestan pero no como para salir de las sábanas/ Me levanto un poco enfadado de tener que levantarme/ Afoco la mirada hacia la ventana y la luz está templada por las nubes pero como…

With everyday that passes by I grow colder my lips are turning blue as the sky recedes into redness though some call this an autumn I decay yearning for red lips to caress my hopes Early may brings shoots new life to the trees which stood naked during winter my spring long gone must I…

Shadows that draw their/lines/ dig profound as if years could flow or bank onto shores of yore (whose face?/) Mark routes accordingly to sidewinding wrinkles in the background African beats Asia Claims too the drumbeat . We are to believe theirs is ours so are we told this day those which are not to are…

Y’oud think/a grain of dust/carrying/The light of a sunray/floating about/this late april 23rd afternoon/ giving notice of itself/would arose suspicion/as insignificant it may seem/for some reason or 2/ yet/as it floats/ in the stillness of a quiet 1900 hour/this meridian near the North pole/ Shining like a speck of gold/ in the middle of notingness/…