Kategori: Poema

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…

esta herida mí­a se llama tú sí­ lleva tu nombre nunca creo que sané Y es que tu dolor llevará muchos años querer corregir el daño que infligió Lo nuestro . Hay veces que mil actos aparentan querer cicatrizar. tú, dueña de la ingestión de costras . hube de adivinar al verte alimentarte (esa maña…

cortarte fue la mejor opción – un sueño – al despertar. el olvido empieza con un lazo umbilical. y acaba en una hebra textual del DNA o una alfombra cuyos sí­mbolos excluyen admiración y demandan observación cut that ese

I lost everything and found the void emptier than thou Caught unawares I found myself mute and numb; only the now testifies to the seconds I live only to look back in silence. I was never prepared for the moment were I had nothing else to say because there really wasn’t anything else to say.…

In a state of comfort and numbness as in a wither thither hither At a loss in a in your face reality as in allowing the comfort to expand Knowing brutally my daughters are gone no longer a father parenting for a male is harder males and females females always win they keep the seed…

In some religions to do nothing is the ultimate goal not so in the West here we must fight for everything but I am in the West and I don’t fight for anything so am taken advantage of and I still don’t do anything no, I don’t turn the other cheek no, am not Christian…