Volvi solo para decirte que
Inventé aquellas cosas que alguna vez nos prometimos.
Creo que tienes razon,
Tengo la culpa de enamorarme,
O a caso solo de querer, sin
Razon alguna de las personas equivocadas. Las
Imagenes permanecerán hasta que me canse de escribir, pero
A solas, por la noche, las palabras son mi unico consuelo.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 1:20 AM UTC
After painful years, the images in my head
finally start to show color
From an abysmal black
To the blinding white of your devious smile
They're tainted now in a hue of brown
to deep red
and finally, the sunshine orange you wanted to see.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
I would run to your arms
Like no one ever will.
Now all that's left is my tiptoes
as to not wake up the only dream that still remains.
My heartbeat is finally louder
than my own voice *
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
You are not him,
And I'm not her,
those,
the ones that we were before being us.
You were like that but now
You sound a little of me.
I was like that but now
I come a little from you.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
in just one instant everyone separates
from the images we loved the most,
and dear friend
you will lay
fragile and
in pain beside the frames.
I left you thinking about many things
and hopefully you will think a bit of me along the way.
You know,
dear friend,
in this path towards death
called life,
I feel well accompanied
I feel almost satisfied
when I picture that far away,
wherever you are,
maybe you believe my words before going to bed
or come across me in the streets of your dreams.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
How long should I be here?
I doubt
... walk endlessly
How long will you be near?
Can't cure
wounds of memory
How long until you forget?
This "love"
made me believe,
How long will we accept?
you've deprived me of
all energy.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
I thought I should write a happy poem
But I only write at night.
The ink of blood dripping from my heart
becomes thin and transparent in the light.
So if you want me to be honest:
The thought of you fills me with words
yet renders me speechless
to the point where writing hurts.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
In your arms I found the open ocean;
Tides, waves, my serene sea,
The most pleasant feeling of a morning breeze.
In your eyes the best night skies;
A Rhythm bright enough to leave the sun behind
and wake up the night in just a heartbeat.
My heartbeats.
Cracked and Irregular by your every move.
In your fingers untold mysteries;
tangled within my own in secrets with the promises of never letting go.
In your hair my favorite melody;
Loud, and ruthless music for my deaf ears:
A Symphony only I can hear.
In your lips my muse;
Better than Erato and Calliope combined,
Carelessly whispering verses
To last me the entire day,
Softer than the birth of Roses.
My Roses.
For they are just for me,
Sprouting from your lips, and blossoming with my touch.
Our touch.
In you I found poetry.
With verses resting at your lips,
My muse
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
For I'm just a sigh and deep breath
From other's pain,
The beginning of a new day,
And the hope that makes
a scream from agonizing pain
stand out.
It hurts to be compared
For she has you by her side,
And while I was never able to forget you,
I got used to missing you
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
I tried to shout with no mouth, no tongue, no throat.
but your ears were deafened by the sound of death,
silence.
I am nothing but beloved dust
You only listened to my steps as I left,
a hushed sound like the trees,
or the calling out of bells out no nowhere, from somewhere,
my distant grave.
I am nothing but beloved dust.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC