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OsvaldoPalomino
If you could see me now You'd recognize me In a heartbeat You'd recognize this act As a façade A way of hiding the scar That never truly healed Despite the years And all the changes The events that Changed our lives For better or worse All peel back Bit by bit Turning me into that Naive innocent kid Once more All those defences I've put up All come crumbling down Bit by bit Piece by piece In front of you They amount to nothing No ungodly force Capable of stopping you Stopping what you represent That image forever ingrained In my heart and mind The culmination of love Pain, joy, commitment And all those emotions That make the foundation Of a relationship One we never had One we never will Yet the standard I use When it comes to others You Someone I never had Have set the bar For all that I shall have In the future So far not one Has met that standard Maybe it's just me Or the standard you set Is much too high All I know Is that it's lonely Up here Drinking alone In this bar So high off the ground Won't you join me One last time?
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
You
Some nights I stand on stage And read lines I have written Lend my soul to strangers And hope they enjoy it for the hour I look out from blackness To a crowd of many faces But none of them Are for me Afterwards I step out to greeting hands on shoulders Smiling patrons with admiring words But none of them Are familiar None of them Are for me I do not invite Those I love And the ones I do invite Never come Because they don't really love me at all I do not invite Those who do To come watch me dissolve Underneath these bright lights I do not spill myself out To those who already know what lays inside My poetry is a blanket for everything ugly And there is no need To place it on those who have already seen what is underneath Some nights I am saddened by this By entertaining a crowd that knows nothing more Than my name and writing Yes they have seen me bleed And to them, It is nothing more Than an act But there is no clotting after the show No army of white blood cells to end the spillage It is just me Along with the remnants of what I've poured out that day What people often forget Is that my words follow me home Some nights I share them with others But most nights I keep them to myself And every night They stay with me Sleep in my bed The only good is in the reassurance Of knowing they will be there In the morning Unlike every other Who has left after the ****** Everyone Always leaves And I am afraid That if I wring myself empty To those who already love me They will do the same I do not know How to clean up my mess with pride I only know How to sweep it aside So for now I will continue To stand on stage And read lines I have written Lend my soul to strangers And hope they enjoy it for the hour I know they will My performance Is their escape.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
Performance
Some nights I stand on stage And read lines I have written Lend my soul to strangers And hope they enjoy it for the hour I look out from blackness To a crowd of many faces But none of them Are for me Afterwards I step out to greeting hands on shoulders Smiling patrons with admiring words But none of them Are familiar None of them Are for me I do not invite Those I love And the ones I do invite Never come Because they don't really love me at all I do not invite Those who do To come watch me dissolve Underneath these bright lights I do not spill myself out To those who already know what lays inside My poetry is a blanket for everything ugly And there is no need To place it on those who have already seen what is underneath Some nights I am saddened by this By entertaining a crowd that knows nothing more Than my name and writing Yes they have seen me bleed And to them, It is nothing more Than an act But there is no clotting after the show No army of white blood cells to end the spillage It is just me Along with the remnants of what I've poured out that day What people often forget Is that my words follow me home Some nights I share them with others But most nights I keep them to myself And every night They stay with me Sleep in my bed The only good is in the reassurance Of knowing they will be there In the morning Unlike every other Who has left after the ****** Everyone Always leaves And I am afraid That if I wring myself empty To those who already love me They will do the same I do not know How to clean up my mess with pride I only know How to sweep it aside So for now I will continue To stand on stage And read lines I have written Lend my soul to strangers And hope they enjoy it for the hour I know they will My performance Is their escape.
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You, a spring meadow Bringing life with every step you take. Flowers come to life when you smile. The birds chirp alongside your laughter. Your scent in sync with the pines. Every word you speak reverberating across infinity. You are the quintessence of life Wrapped inside a mortal frame.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
You
I yearn for The most ordinary Type of beauty One that does not Steal your Breath away Or cause your Heartbeat To quicken But one you Do not Tire looking at That garners more Love and adoration With the passing Of time
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
Ordinary Beauty
Towering over me Like the giants they are The custodians of wisdom Of a bygone era Benevolent sages Full of life The keepers of immortality And the secrets of death
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
Trees
The time will never Be right Nor can it ever be For time does not Dictate what occurs Or will occur Merely records it In passing
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
Untitled
You deserve the world But all I can offer you Is this page filled with words
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
You deserve
Words are a luxury I am choosing not to spend Loosely on you Not because you're Not worth it But because I do not Wish for them to lose Their touch Their impact Their heart I want every word I write in your honor In your memory To be full of life Love, joy And the occasional Sorrow Not to cause you pain But to help you overcome it To bring a smile to your face Not one that stuns the world With its brilliance But a simple one Lingering at the corner of your lips Showing satisfaction Fulfillment Wholehearted acceptance From my heart to yours
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
Untitled
I am not fond of photos Neither taking them Nor being in them Their pervasiveness In everyday life Has no boundaries Everything can now be found Within a photo Want to capture a beautiful moment? Photograph it Want the world to see your lunch? Photograph it Want to show off to your friends? Photograph it Want to pretend to live a life you don't? Photograph it Want to show your weakness, the bane of your life? You can't photograph it Want to express that hidden passion within you? You can't photograph it Want to express your deeply rooted love for another? You can't photograph it A photo is not everything It is merely a glimpse of a moment It does not capture the emotion The flare The background story behind it I prefer to write my memories Re-creating the scene I remembered Painting a picture with words So despite others not seeing what I saw They will feel what I felt at that moment
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
Photos
You are unpolished jade Lackluster Without a single ounce of shine Your beauty remains unseen Covered up from view Trapped within Yet ever so present Let me show what you can be No, let me show you What you already are And have always been Luminous
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
Luminous