maria-jose - Hello Poetry

Thanks to you I feel like I'm living a longer spring than what I thought was posible and now I've grown used to sighs that taste like roses and lavander, rainbows in every pond, and ambrosy-like kisses. I feel summer coming, but it's warmth doesn't trick me. The melting sun feels like the ****** to the symphony I didn't know how to write until we started making music. And right behind summer comes autum as the last breath of life. Landscapes worthy of the best museums, all nothing more than a facade to hide the smell of death. The circle closes with winter and everything that once bloomed in spring is nothing more than a memory covered in frost, in cold, in silence, in empy words, and painful goodbyes. But right now, we are in spring and I foolishly hope that this relationship is located somewhere in the equator line where we can stay forever in spring.

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May 24, 2018

May 24, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC

Spring right now

Thanks to you I feel like I'm living a longer spring than what I thought was posible and now I've grown used to sighs that taste like roses and lavander, rainbows in every pond, and ambrosy-like kisses. I feel summer coming, but it's warmth doesn't trick me. The melting sun feels like the ****** to the symphony I didn't know how to write until we started making music. And right behind summer comes autum as the last breath of life. Landscapes worthy of the best museums, all nothing more than a facade to hide the smell of death. The circle closes with winter and everything that once bloomed in spring is nothing more than a memory covered in frost, in cold, in silence, in empy words, and painful goodbyes. But right now, we are in spring and I foolishly hope that this relationship is located somewhere in the equator line where we can stay forever in spring.

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Descendía lentamente los escalones del bus mientras me preguntaba cómo me iba a sentir. Habían pasado tantos meses, pero bien podría haber sido ayer. El tiempo no cura este tipo de dolores, solo aprendes a vivir con ellos como con el ruido constante de los carros en la ciudad. Los recuerdos se aferran a tantas cosas que no he podido evadirlas todas, a pesar de mis esfuerzos. Sin embargo, tenía que regresar a tu casa y las calles reprochaban mi olvido gritando tu memoria. Cada tienda, cada esquina, cada piedra guardaba un pedazo tuyo que iba recogiendo para armar un rompecabezas que rompía mi corazón, de nuevo. Le agradezco a esas cuadras no intentar borrarte, como yo, por guardar tanto de tus últimos años de vida. Aun así no puedo evitar odiarlas por seguir inmutables a pesar de tu ausencia, ¿cómo es eso posible? Que las calles no sientan la ausencia del sol. Del hombre que fue Superman y todos los demás heroes. Parece imposible, no lo entiendo. Son tantos los recuerdos que se entretejen entre ellos y se convierten en un desordenado tapiz de anécdotas. Ahora quiero guardarlos todos, todos los que pueda. Busco entre los cajones de mi memoria y los cojo con cuidado, son como flores que planeo dejar entre las páginas de libros para preservarlas, no importa si no siguen igual. Porque incluso si están muertas, todavía huelen a ti.

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC

Regresar a tu casa

Descendía lentamente los escalones del bus mientras me preguntaba cómo me iba a sentir. Habían pasado tantos meses, pero bien podría haber sido ayer. El tiempo no cura este tipo de dolores, solo aprendes a vivir con ellos como con el ruido constante de los carros en la ciudad. Los recuerdos se aferran a tantas cosas que no he podido evadirlas todas, a pesar de mis esfuerzos. Sin embargo, tenía que regresar a tu casa y las calles reprochaban mi olvido gritando tu memoria. Cada tienda, cada esquina, cada piedra guardaba un pedazo tuyo que iba recogiendo para armar un rompecabezas que rompía mi corazón, de nuevo. Le agradezco a esas cuadras no intentar borrarte, como yo, por guardar tanto de tus últimos años de vida. Aun así no puedo evitar odiarlas por seguir inmutables a pesar de tu ausencia, ¿cómo es eso posible? Que las calles no sientan la ausencia del sol. Del hombre que fue Superman y todos los demás heroes. Parece imposible, no lo entiendo. Son tantos los recuerdos que se entretejen entre ellos y se convierten en un desordenado tapiz de anécdotas. Ahora quiero guardarlos todos, todos los que pueda. Busco entre los cajones de mi memoria y los cojo con cuidado, son como flores que planeo dejar entre las páginas de libros para preservarlas, no importa si no siguen igual. Porque incluso si están muertas, todavía huelen a ti.

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It comes in waves, this crippling emotional pain. Sometimes it fades, then, like the sea, it shows again. I´ve grown used to it´s rough caress on my emotional stability Testing it, taking me to the edge, with irrational cruelty. And then it vanishes, what once was shore is no more Just miles upon miles of damped sand, and a self unsure, Torn between the illusion of recovery And the calling of reality. One day, without notice a mountain of water closes on me A tsunami of everything bad, just when I thought I’d escape the sea I had been fooling myself, I am an island, surrounded by water All I can hope is for days that are dryer, better.

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC

How it feels

It comes in waves, this crippling emotional pain. Sometimes it fades, then, like the sea, it shows again. I´ve grown used to it´s rough caress on my emotional stability Testing it, taking me to the edge, with irrational cruelty. And then it vanishes, what once was shore is no more Just miles upon miles of damped sand, and a self unsure, Torn between the illusion of recovery And the calling of reality. One day, without notice a mountain of water closes on me A tsunami of everything bad, just when I thought I’d escape the sea I had been fooling myself, I am an island, surrounded by water All I can hope is for days that are dryer, better.

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Ah, extrañarte es un dolor sordo no me doy cuenta hasta que alguien dice tu nombre y entonces siento tu ausencia tomar de rehén a mi garganta, entonces tengo la necesidad imperiosa de parpadear para mantener a raya mi dolor visible. No me doy cuenta de cuanto te extraño de día pero todas las noches sueño con tu cara, mi almohada no me deja olvidar tu voz ni mis cobijas tus calor. No me doy cuenta de cuanto te extraño porque me he acostumbrado a este dolor como a un sonido constante. Lo noto sólo cuando le suben el volumen a los recuerdos.

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May 10, 2017

May 10, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC

Extrañarte

Ah, extrañarte es un dolor sordo no me doy cuenta hasta que alguien dice tu nombre y entonces siento tu ausencia tomar de rehén a mi garganta, entonces tengo la necesidad imperiosa de parpadear para mantener a raya mi dolor visible. No me doy cuenta de cuanto te extraño de día pero todas las noches sueño con tu cara, mi almohada no me deja olvidar tu voz ni mis cobijas tus calor. No me doy cuenta de cuanto te extraño porque me he acostumbrado a este dolor como a un sonido constante. Lo noto sólo cuando le suben el volumen a los recuerdos.

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My eyes closed, your arms around me. My eyes closed, your rhythmic breathing warms my neck. My eyes closed, the alarm goes off. My eyes open, you´re not there, you never were.

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Apr 10, 2017

Apr 10, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC

My eyes closed

My eyes closed, your arms around me. My eyes closed, your rhythmic breathing warms my neck. My eyes closed, the alarm goes off. My eyes open, you´re not there, you never were.

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I wish I could yell at you and tell you how it feels share my painful truth: that I care, even in my dreams. I punish myself because I don't. Instead I smile, instead I laugh, instead I tell myself this is what I want. It isn't true. Sadly, it's all I have. But then a small, tiny sign of affection and I, starving for it, thank you I cherish it as if it were my salvation. In a moment, it dies, and I stand there, a fool.

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Apr 7, 2017

Apr 7, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC

A Fool

I wish I could yell at you and tell you how it feels share my painful truth: that I care, even in my dreams. I punish myself because I don't. Instead I smile, instead I laugh, instead I tell myself this is what I want. It isn't true. Sadly, it's all I have. But then a small, tiny sign of affection and I, starving for it, thank you I cherish it as if it were my salvation. In a moment, it dies, and I stand there, a fool.

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My world is no longer colored red I'm not pulled by a deafening rage. No longer wishing to be an angel of death, my dramatic self finally leaves the stage. Slowly, I gain back control of my mind. My breathing normalizes. That part of me is gone, but what's left behind? Everything has now turned to ashes. "Will you forgive me?" I say, watery eyes, face contrived by shame and remorse you say you do, but your stare, cold like ice, punishes me with fearful force

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Apr 4, 2017

Apr 4, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC

After the storm

My world is no longer colored red I'm not pulled by a deafening rage. No longer wishing to be an angel of death, my dramatic self finally leaves the stage. Slowly, I gain back control of my mind. My breathing normalizes. That part of me is gone, but what's left behind? Everything has now turned to ashes. "Will you forgive me?" I say, watery eyes, face contrived by shame and remorse you say you do, but your stare, cold like ice, punishes me with fearful force

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Yesterday I was de sun All light and warmth came from within. Today I´m but a ghost people walk through me both of us barely conscious of the touch. How I´ve changed...

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC

How I ́ve changed

Yesterday I was de sun All light and warmth came from within. Today I´m but a ghost people walk through me both of us barely conscious of the touch. How I´ve changed...

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How could I move forward after this? How could I stop dreading solitude because your face haunts me? How could I ignore the waves of pain that make me want to flee? How could I ever crawl out from this black abyss? How could the sun come out every day, as if nothing happened? How could the stars shine bright as ever, without you here? How could the colors of the world not have disappeared? How could the house stand just like before after it was abandoned? How could you go without saying goodbye? How could you say you’d be the winner? How could you bring to us this perpetual winter? How could you promised you would not die? And yet it happens and it happened

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC

How could...

How could I move forward after this? How could I stop dreading solitude because your face haunts me? How could I ignore the waves of pain that make me want to flee? How could I ever crawl out from this black abyss? How could the sun come out every day, as if nothing happened? How could the stars shine bright as ever, without you here? How could the colors of the world not have disappeared? How could the house stand just like before after it was abandoned? How could you go without saying goodbye? How could you say you’d be the winner? How could you bring to us this perpetual winter? How could you promised you would not die? And yet it happens and it happened

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I used to love being alone but I have hated it since you left. See, I have these awful thoughts that linger on and some how I cannot repress. But even though it was no one's fault and everyone tells me it was for the best. Sadness is a hard feeling to simply shake off, I have been carrying a very heavy heart in my chest. And so I hate being alone, because when I am I can't stop myself my mind refuses to let you go, and alone I go through my private hell. Dad, I cry. Dad, we cry and we miss you terribly so it was too early to say goodbye we all wanted you to see us grow.

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Aug 12, 2016

Aug 12, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC

Dad

I used to love being alone but I have hated it since you left. See, I have these awful thoughts that linger on and some how I cannot repress. But even though it was no one's fault and everyone tells me it was for the best. Sadness is a hard feeling to simply shake off, I have been carrying a very heavy heart in my chest. And so I hate being alone, because when I am I can't stop myself my mind refuses to let you go, and alone I go through my private hell. Dad, I cry. Dad, we cry and we miss you terribly so it was too early to say goodbye we all wanted you to see us grow.

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