We suffer
We are hurt
We are not brave
We cry
Its a dessert with lot of feeling that keep us away from finding home.
Its a place with no exit .
Where I lost what I work for and my effort is vanished as the rain of sand at midnight.
Im a good person but theres evil that kills my fun and all that remain is nothing.
No way back to normality, what is this sensation in my heart when I think about it.
It penetrates so deeply that the emptiness feels alone too.
Theres nobody
As the sky is full of stars but with no air.
Life whats this?
Might I be somewhere else and I'm attached to the idea of this eternally.
Let me go where I have to be now.
Where my questions become notes and my answers psychodelic music that trembles my soul and finally I might go.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
Cuando daba por perdido todo, entonces me encontre con la luz. No tuve miedo por un momento ya que todo el dolor que sufria habia desaparecido. Era entonces que descubri que habia muerto. Mi enfermedad me agarro por sorpresa al igual que todos. No dio tiempo ni de un solo suspiro para darnos cuenta que habia terminado sin antes haber comenzado. Fue una batalla donde yo no tuve lugar alguno. Mi cuerpo era un extraño que atormentaba mi alma y ganas de vivir. Esa luz era el tunel de mi salida. Al darme cuenta, algo tarde, habia desalojado mi cuerpo. Fue entonces que habia muerto, pero mi alma estaba perdida en un infinito sin entrada ni salida. Sometida a una tortura toda mi vida y en un abrir y cerrar de ojos se esfumo. La luz brillaba tanto que penetraba hasta mis pensamientos. Luego de un rato, el camino se volvio algo magico, ya no tenia miedo y solo pensaba en lo hermoso que era. Mi cara era hermosa sin signos de tristeza o dolor que algun dia vivieron en mi. Entonces ahi deje mi cuerpo y mi alma floto hasta lo mas alto donde era libre y lo mejor era que podia ver lo que yo quisiera. Busque a mi madre y trate de abrazarla, ella no me sentia pero le susurre al oído que la amaba. Para mí sorpresa ella sonrió. Abandoné ese escenario y me fui al jardín mas bello donde veia peces nadar y flores de todo tipo. Poco a poco me desvanecia hasta que mi persona desaparecio y fue ahi donde algun dia existi y todo lo que vi fue real pero me llevaba un recuerdo que espero no perder donde sea que este.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
A la Humanidad
ELENA RAMOS
Ciertamente todos buscamos lo mismo
Poder, Dinero y Fama
Ser mejor para ser escuchados por todos
Tener dinero para poder comprar a todos
Y tener fama para ser reconocidos por todos
No podemos pretender ser supremos ante civilizaciones a las cuales somos exactamente iguales
Tenemos rasgos distintos, dialectos variados pero
Al final somos iguales
Esperamos un desastre para poder unirnos
Uno en el cual tengamos miedo de morir y ser derrotados por fuerzas mayores
Talvez debamos esperar ese fenómeno que cambie a la humanidad
Algo que jamás hayan podido ver nuestros ojos
Un desastre natural que acabe con todos
Una plaga que nos destruya lentamente
En la humanidad hay mucha corrupción, hay desastres creados por nosotros
Hay guerras santas, hay asesinatos planeados
Porque?
Por poder, dinero y fama
Somos invencibles en nuestras mentes, pero que pasa si afuera de nuestra visión
Hay algo más grande que todos juntos
Una fuerza invencible, un poder sobrenatural que en cualquier momento decida destruirnos
Talvez sea suerte o sea el destino
Si decidimos separarnos a diario
Si creamos más violencia
Si hay más separación de naciones
Si hay más hambre
Más infestaciones, más personas mueren a diario
Es inevitable es un proceso natural del hombre
Pero, aceptémoslo más muertes son causadas por nosotros mismos.
Soy tan humana como todos ustedes
Es un acto de paz y un pacto de unidad
La raza humana pierde su escencia
De ser capaces de analizar y ser luz
Somos ciegos y egoístas
Un ego que saciar
Un espíritu que alimentar
A base de mentiras, engaños y sacrificios
Ser pobre o rico
Tener todo o ser nada
Ver morir pero no actuar
Decidimos sentarnos a ver lo que pasa
Pero porque no somos parte del espectáculo mejor?
Organizaciones a diario luchan por cambiar el mundo
Fotos de acontecimientos que impactan un rato
Después son desechos que olvidamos por lujos y mentiras
El humano se convirtió en el monstruo más grande que deberíamos temer
Esa sencillez de aceptar el fracaso
Inhumanos ante las crisis de los demás
Muertes por ganas de poder
Muertes por religión y creencias
Si crees en algo, créelo
Pero
Piensa si va en contra de ti y de tu generación
Dos bandos iguales peleando por ser más notorio
Sangre derramada para demostrar grandeza
Lujos para despilfarrar
Lugares hermosos que son destrozados
El hábitat humana dejo de ser para los humanos
Nos convertimos en cosas materialistas
Sin propósitos de vida
Luchemos para ser iguales
Sin distinción de raza, **** religión, política...
Constantemente decimos eso
Pero realmente se cumple?
Si eres humano y lees esto
Piensa que estás haciendo en este momento
Estas cambiado para bien a tu humanidad?
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Running seems to be the only thing I do good.
BEAUTIFUL death awaits.
Dont be scared.
I promise to take care.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
I had to hide because it was the best.
No matter what I'll dream of you every Night.
My love just hide.
You and me will never be.
Beside I'm not engaged I'm an slave.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
My whole world is bad.
Besides black I see dark.
Between life I see desilution.
Not knowing who am I.
I feel sad and mad.
Mad because I lost myself.
Sadly alive for my reality.
Discovering who you are is not fun.
Im madly sad.
Never lost before.
For the first time I want to die because I'm not ready to cry.
There are ghosts inside my head.
So heavy to fight.
I cant see more than myself blocked by someone else.
Please set me free
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Donne treats death as a human, and tells him to not be proud because he is not
scared as many other people. A theme is created while the author continues his
poem until the end. He compares death as being sleeping, not a big deal , nothing
to be worried about. Donne makes it a character through personification.
“One short sleep past, we wake eternally”.
Faith plays a huge role here, because we know that for conviction we can go to
heaven or hell after our short sleep. It makes the paradoxical statement that
mortality is itself mortal. Can be something moral to the proper author about
fighting death too. We can only accept death in our life’s as a natural process,
where not even God could scape to later live eternally.
Death bring a lot of pleasures since those good souls whom death take from earth
suffering experience and bring them up to rest on their bones. Donnes critize death
for believing himself too much. Death is not but only slave of humans of their
bodies; but a slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men (line 9). Death is
not connected specifically with a hierarchy. A desperate man can decide to go
through dead way to end his suffer on earth (suicide). Dead at the end has no
power at all because he didn’t decide for the person, the person decided to die,
how and when too.
Death will die at the end. In religion when we sleep eternally , we wake up in
heaven, I we were good during our life on earth. Death is itself destined to die.
Dead one day will cease to exist. No meaning of being still trying to force
something we know that at the end we knew since the beginning was impossible.
At some point we all know we will die, but we don’t know how it will be, so we
can’t just be scared of something we don’t know yet!
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
We submerged ourself into daily tricky situations, whether we succeed or fail. The only thing that remains with us, is faith. We can succeed wherever we are and whichever the scenery. Some people have the wrong idea that the atmosphere will make them change or will pressure them to change; but it is not true. Every person has its own values, good or bad means different things to many people. I used to be in a Christian catholic group. I went two consecutive years to Comayagua and Santa Barbara, a place in my country (Honduras, CA), extremely poor, where many believers and non-believers lived.
With my assigned group we did some changes in this people lives. On Thursday of Easter week I remember of visiting house by house, door by door to pray for the people living in each house and socializing with them. It was sad watching all this kids, with their faces burned and hiding from us. How can someone live the way they did lived and probably they still. We cant stay idly watching poverty. Sometimes we can’t only help with money and materials, but also with words, when I was there next to this old lady while she explained how hard her life was, was speechless. My life is a baby story next to hers. I love writing, I write for free in Tablo and Hello Poetry, I have this dream of someday becoming a beautiful poet and publishing my own book of poems and tell about this people, describing their faces and smiles. Some kids where happy playing in the river while most of us get bored watching TV! In many ways we can said we helped this people but at the end they help us or at least me. They saved me, I was not anymore my own center of the universe. I still remember the noise of the river, the waterfall the one I have to admit I got lices. Is music to my head, all that green (nature). Living away this places ripped my heart into pieces. I don’t know if you ever dreamed of going again to a place you felt comfort one day but you had to go. I feel this place was unreal, very majestic, it was a dream become true. I still remember my way up to the mountains the day we had to visit every house, we felt, we shatter our jeans, we were ***** but they were in need of having someone interested on them at least for five minutes. Is like when we arranged ourself for a party, we expect everyone said us “hey, you look pretty, and at the end no one did say a word. We feel bad and ugly. Some in a while we deserve some kind of motive words and sometimes a hug. One can be so powerful to break up any anxious scene. We should be all be Basic, I mean not fancy, and ready to service the community. Everyone wear basic cloth, trending ones, master pieces that cant be missing in their closet, but why they don’t concerned about their souls the same way. Becoming flawless but of soul, at the end is the only that will remain.
Kids are the future of the world and society, if we teach them moral values then they will be suceesful in the future and forever.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
For some reason i always have the mentality of not being capable of becoming someone someday. I didn’t have any confidence in myself. It was sad because I have the capacity, but I let my mind act and not my heart. The Art Institute, everytime I hear this word I feel something hard to explain, is in my chest, like when you are in love but just that this is nt the case. I will explote my talent not only achieve my goals, I will give the 1000000000 extra mile instead of just getting in my goal. Miami is perfect because of the location, it will be easier to travel to my country because I do care about family and moral values. Even if a son or daughter left home to study abroad somewhere else, doesn’t mean that she or he is free at all. We can do anything we want, but, we choose if good or bad. Parents are our best friends, they will never lie to us! They never did it with me, I had big dreams, but they help me to figure out how possible they where. I really need an scholarship, because my parents are getting older, and the last thing I want it to be a heavy rock on their way, school is not money loss but inversion, even thou I want to help. Art is a word I will never be afraid of saying, is my favorite word. Art is like trippy, because trippy images are never following one same pattern, they are always colorful and crazy and different. My art is trippy, is original and unique that why it makes me so different. I believe in the value every single person have. Art will never be wrong, just that we should know and prepare to what type of audience we want to have. Expectators will be haters or lovers, but that’s not a reason of falling.
“My way wont be easy, because I don’t know it still. I just know I want it.” –Elena Ramos
I love writing poetry not only because is trending in twitter but because of how trending it is on me, my soul. Unexplicale feelings, salad tears, breakable emotions, but inspiring soul. I will continue even if haters hate. I will be a lover who loves.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Slavery is the opposite of freedom. Is doing what you want and how
you want it. When you decide to be free, you are on the top of anything you
ever wonder being someday. Freedom is a concept many people or parents or
adults believe is debauchery; at some point, we all need to be free to succeed
in our own life. I never listened that someone survived because he lived
someone else lifestyle. Freedom is the internal force we have to choose by
ourself without persuasive thoughts of external people. What is the scientific
or definition of freedom? The state of being free or at liberty rather than in
confinement or under physical restraint. Freedom is an absolute right. We are
born to become free not to withhold ourself. The term freedom varies from
one culture to another. Not everywhere, you can decide your religion
(Saudi Arabia, for example. Islam is their official religion and no one can
go against it) the right to do what one wants, eat what
we want, learns what we want, live where he want… So, freedom is a
synonym of “wanting” and “dreaming”.
How many historical people had made a change in universal history, like
Matin Luther King said in one of his speech, “I had a dreams”. He fighted
even if there were many people against him, but he made it, what matters, now
he’s country lives forever free. Freedom is taking risk, no matter the impact
that will have on your life later. Nelson Mandela stood on jail for long time,
almost all his life, because of expressing how liberty or freedom meant to him.
If he wasn’t brave enough slavery could still exist! In conclusion , freedom is
the courage we have to do something we desire. If we are free enough we can
fly high, and no people will stand in front of us, never; because we will be so
on top of them, they will feel small next to us. Be smart, and choose your
fights, be careful on your moves, but remember to keep your self original from
begginnig to the end. There is people who change or get lost in the mid
process of their lifes, but only those who want and have this freedom spirit
will spotlight anywhere. Don’t let people limit your freedom!
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC