You are my unsent message. The cursor blinking rhythmically, With my heartbeat, Waiting, For me to hit send. But I am not ready, And I’m not sure if I ever will be So I left it like that. Unsent. Unseen. Unread. “I miss you.”
Con un trozo de carbón con mi gis roto y mi lápiz rojo dibujar tu nombre el nombre de tu boca el signo de tus piernas en la pared de nadie En la puerta prohibida grabar el nombre de tu cuerpo hasta que la hoja de mi navaja sangre y la piedra grite y el muro respire como un pecho.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
You messaged me today I listened to what you had to say My heart didn't hurt You didn't try to flirt You apologized to me And said you'd like to see... You'd like to see me and catch up I said okay I could talk to you today Is this healing Because I have no feeling I have no feelings left for you
I'll change your scars into stars, the tears in your eyes into butterflies and your sufferings into colorful lanterns, let me paint you with the colors I have, let me write you using my blood, my love, You'll be the best art and poetry and our love story would be the most beautiful tale that will be written in the history.
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Roses are red Violets are blue Time goes by And I miss you
Just like me The flowers grew But soon they wilted Just like you
You were sweet This I knew Like an addiction I loved you
Now the roses are dead The violets are too The garden's all gone And so are you
Your flowers died I did too Because all along I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
I know you won’t read this and I know you won’t care but I will tell you what it was like.
It was blurry. it was slow but time was running fast. It was dusty feet and dusty souls. It was feeling nothing and then all at once. It was hating you to drown the urge of hugging you. It was writing a poem and post it wishing you will relate to it.
But who cares, you don’t.
May 2017. I wrote this instead of telling you, even though you were there, dancing next to me. And we were made out of poison, finding new ways to hurt each other.
Falling off she leaves, leaves her tree breaking free of her majestic mentor Falling over time, leaving what she has learned of truth behind Carried upon a cradle in a breeze, Tossing about in crisp, edgy, crimson, swaying, whirling, dancing look at me, love me
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
test me my waters have remained constant rippling, reaching as far as the eye can see into the horizon; the water surrounds me my knowledge is useless when drowning in these waters; i can only flail desperately as my movements create ripples out into the open sea all these efforts all in vain all in my vein blood rushing out like the sea, light then heavy then strong like the sea, with a strong smell of salt this time, the waters are red and they reek of iron
test my waters they’ve been stained crimson with my lifeline