Presiento que si te quiero, será mucho. El pecho me golpea descompasado, receloso de ese planeo estratosférico.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Florica's vacant look
haunted by the spectres of doom,
occasionally bursting of wit.
Still wishing to be blinded
by that can't sleep love.
Not understanding all it was said
they assumed she was unhinged,
but neither of them care about.
Night sky lays in her half-closed mouth,
languidly merging with the ceaseless clattery sound.
Florica's glazed eyes,
her sore body rests now
in the miasmas of unconsciousness.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
Scribing words,
I lack the rhyme.
To describe a costume,
not knowing the character.
Could one teach an apricot
overlooking its flavour,
fragrance,
or feel?
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
Gathering what's left of me.
Parts missing, gears drop out.
Fuel still flowing
oozing in the twisted steel.
Does not ignite, does not blast
does not produce any work.
Snoring and hissing,
auguring advance…
Merely agonizing,
even if I do not deem so.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC