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Jan 2021 · 313
Pink Noon
Alex Salazar Jan 2021
I stand on our mountain, and make offerings to her.
I find the warmest of stones, and build tiny glass kingdoms
I bury the sweetest of apricots, and grow tiny red arboretums  

And then
She comes
Under a pink noon
Smelling of sweet
Tangerines
Releasing
Belly laughs
Into the valley below

She nestles on my shoulder
And raises my arm
Pointing above to distant stars

Absorbed in those green engulfing stones
I find myself on a surf
her gaze lifting my body into the air

She clutches me close
And spells out some fears
I tell her it took
Courage to finally get here

My hand on her cheek
As the cover of night approaches
Her body begins to phase
Holding her until she disappears gently
into my heart
Nov 2020 · 334
Dodecahedron
Alex Salazar Nov 2020
glimmer,
soft silhouette.
an outline so evocative.  
a strange desire to sing the unwise,
to catch a name and raise a fist,
to bare a few words,
and claim this evening,
from an otherwise drunken mood.

habitual courage summoned at the sweat of another drink,
a committee of stoic voices living inside of me.
passed down through a millennia of spanish men
incessantly clamouring for more whiskey.
incessantly advising
to just breathe and let go.
Sep 2020 · 588
Responsibility
Alex Salazar Sep 2020
Fall
I scrape
my knees,
and pick up
my soul

Rise
i breathe
heavy and lose
control

i own the night
i own my dreams
the right to live
my only
scheme
Feb 2020 · 161
Full possession
Alex Salazar Feb 2020
On the ground dead
Half buried, arm sticking out
Abandoned and left with a lily
A ceremony long finished
People just passing through
A sequence of prayers
Long dried up and floating into the ether

Winters almost gone
Duplicity is just about melted
The sun is helping the rot
And what's left of the body
Is bordering near dust
Nov 2019 · 257
To see about a girl
Alex Salazar Nov 2019
Forests of stone, glass and light.
The truth cries out in the night.
Dearest oatmeal, Sometimes we fail to be whom we need to be.
Sometimes trepidation assumes form and takes judgment.
I need you to ASK yourself,
Can I trust this voice?

Discover the self,
And feel for what you say,
Does it strengthen my position or fragment it?

This world full of thunder,
Awaits someone more than you.
Someone outside the domain of opaque
Predispositions.
Someone ready to tender, and accept the world for its stench, and will enough the courage to make it better.
Nov 2019 · 1.1k
The best kind..
Alex Salazar Nov 2019
The best kind of people are the ones not afraid to tell the truth.

The best kind of people are not afraid of showing vulnerability.

The best kind of people laugh with infectious glee.

The best kind of people make a stand and work out love or for the possibility of it.

The best kind of people shed themselves of filters (judgements) and fall fourth straight into arms of possibility.

The best kind of people sacrifice in the now for a better abstract future.

The best kind of people are wholly selfless.
Nov 2019 · 213
Indifference
Alex Salazar Nov 2019
Transference is inevitable.
A flower that grows in between the dead cold moss.
A small hope cradled as a warm stone.
A kindness born through some invocation,
some attempt to make sense of our place in this world.
Its a prayer, a distance seen in your eyes,
A doubt formed in the mind,
by the brief rejection of a potential lover.

We are the esculent,
made ready to be consumed by the love of another.
We are a breath, held on by the hands of a good friend.
A flame stoked,
Gently in the night.
We are, we are,
weight (significant).
#hope
Nov 2019 · 249
Barefoot in the dust
Alex Salazar Nov 2019
This feeling,
Is a whisper crawling out me.
An echo made by a stranger underneath my skin.
A tiny yearning that bubbles up,
as  a set of continuous chortles.
My heart beats,
and I give into phantasm.

The Crimson sun that never sets,
The moon that bathes and overthrows us with all of its beauty.
The ocean breeze and it's cool attempt,
The delicate,
fleeting,
goddess silhouette.
Alex Salazar Nov 2019
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
ineffable contours, that cannot be tamed with a wordy depiction.
Like water running through my fingers,
Ephemeral, and leaving me to linger.
Caldera, my steaming  desire.
Instantiates a spy, that is ready to be set on fire.

Daughter of eve,
Carousel of dreams
You’ve drowned my angels
And left me  to die in a reverie.
Oct 2019 · 187
You are
Alex Salazar Oct 2019
You are,
someone else,
something better.
Something worth of living and loving.

A sky free of judgement,
A land full of green.
An air of honeysuckle,  
A bite of tangerine.

A soft hum of roses, A rising  tickle of joy
A kindness without any poses,
A lover ready to deploy.
Oct 2019 · 400
Better Man
Alex Salazar Oct 2019
I found you,
In a cavernous room holding onto a single ember.
You were small white and so delicate, Lost in the dark.
An unwanted man, left to drink a vile concoction.
One of duplicitous bitterness and maniacal laughter.
Those were days without pause,  
All in an attempt to effect a wordless reconciliation.

Warrior
Take a knee,
You hold on,
And breathe.
You can dream in color now
Your guise,
chiseled of sprit
Will endure.
Your love,
Will replenish.
Oct 2019 · 189
Cinders
Alex Salazar Oct 2019
Afraid, and restless.
Cold as a stone, looking for courage underneath a facsimile.
Blind and tortured,
A feeling so ineffable,
A courage so paradoxical.

With a sliver of hope I stumble forward.
Emotions, damp and turgid.
The mournful yappings of weakness.
The good ol’ potent self doubt.

Young girl, violins,
White horses run.
A rune with your name on it,
Living at the bottom of a wishing well.
Oct 2019 · 185
You're Wonderful
Alex Salazar Oct 2019
Spoken gravitas,
words only ever to be heard once.
Nothing endures forever and so it goes.
A Secret alphabet developed by two.
A voice that carries warmth, raises a smile and lives to perpetually remind us of the moment(s).

Desires queued and ready to wither.
A language derived from the stolen warmth off of my fingers.
To become the unfamiliar, familiar.
To love madly under the autumn moon,
and lose all reason.
To ingratiate the self, is a desert never to walk out of again.
Aug 2019 · 198
Un Viso
Alex Salazar Aug 2019
This afternoon,
of soft spoken secrets.
This afternoon,
Of arms and tracing,
Stone white symmetry.

Small laughs,
under the quiet summer rain.
Burns a flame,
In my gut.
A Hopeless chorus,
bereft of prayers.
Shoot me down,
I come in peace.
Aug 2019 · 306
Howl
Alex Salazar Aug 2019
In the night I am joined.
A drink summons a row of faces,
unrecognizable they come to me as penumbras.
A swirl of half crescent grins and grimaces cry out in pain.
I am ****** into a hole of submission,
here are all the allegorical creations living inside of me.
These things stand tall, bare and judging.
Laughing and watching as I fall into a bottomless grip called “inevitability".
Breathing raw, dank ideologies.
Manifesting nasty, stubborn idiosyncrasies.  
I am freed by another drink
And the pleasant reality
that sometimes moving on
means laughter.
Jul 2019 · 388
Unfamiliar places
Alex Salazar Jul 2019
Walk
beyond the pale
and catch a look
at the proxy (yourself).
Glimpse at the unfamiliar,
at the sweet terror of someone,
you've never known (yourself).

Revel and tune in,
on the loose lips of a stranger(yourself).
in the queer warmness of this red rose.
Learn to love the unmanicured-self.
the new self that needs you.
Jul 2019 · 572
You
Alex Salazar Jul 2019
You
Here we are
In a closet,
protected by intimacy.

This is not a reflection,
written on sand
nor a message
left on a mirror
by salient hands.

With a phrase
I will release you.
Into a room,
Without judgment, or breath.
Without a scream of worry,
Or an island of regret.

This is love without witness,
The most naked of vulnerabilities.
The self-seeking, all seeing periphery,
Truth.
Jan 2019 · 318
eldritch laugh
Alex Salazar Jan 2019
an index pressed on my lips  
the air rank with cherries
spits of rain, and thunder afar
my breath at a minimum
and this love is already augured w/ scars

Under a twilight glow
Cole's incantations
ease my disquietude
her voice an effervescent hymn
lulling the snakes that reside within my soul

what paradise
to lose
a
season
under my nose

She questions the validity of her arrangement  
cards dealt by "life"
she questions me
she questions the intent
she questions tonights heavy glow.
Oct 2018 · 140
AGATHON
Alex Salazar Oct 2018
Two silhouettes,
danced barefoot in the dark,
seduced by a rhythm
were lost within a hug

Two souls
paired in the evening
roaring with giggles,
were lulled into a small embrace,
Inches away from love

Two flames
stood soft in the night
infinitely lost
turned into a star.
Sep 2018 · 146
Dauntless
Alex Salazar Sep 2018
Give me your eyes
don't be afraid
crucial happenings
deserved to be seen through

Give me your hands
we suffer we cry
we are as we do
Human

Give me your shoulder
all the difficulties
are broodingly beautiful
all the new  stitches
are earned places of strength

every narrow hallway, every new expanse
every orange lit sky way
is a spring that’ll last forever.

live in focus
and save yourself
Aug 2018 · 203
Death
Alex Salazar Aug 2018
Your name,
a trap set under a pile of leaves.

Your words,
a sweet decoction of rythmic phrases
a cozy hug over the coolness of a damp night
An indelible kiss on the cheek

Your smile,
a rush of wind never to be contained
a complete stillness of  life
an invocation of instant gratitude
a parade of contentment,
melting my heart

eyes burn
fingers shake
the end of the world
is lit in a red hue
Aug 2018 · 280
Bellow
Alex Salazar Aug 2018
Small prayers muttered in discreet whispers,
are softly spoken inquietudes said in reverse.
It's the Cynic, the pathological saint
sliding into my thoughts.
come anew and ready to live again.
my mind lacks any real estate to be reminded of any  once past reflection.
memory has failed me,
and thorns have surrounded me.
And here is where i've found myself.

sunken, defeated by nihilism
left alone with a beacon
a new friend,
with a new tune
whistling attraction.
packaging fight,
telling stories of grandeur
saying bloom,
like a flower, bloom
like two lovers roosting in on each others noses;
celebrate the end of a road
and the beginning of a new one.
Aug 2018 · 223
The mountain that fell
Alex Salazar Aug 2018
Restore me,
those words are stones
dropped into a lake of voices.

Rippling,
The loudest of them,
repeat ad nauseam.

In this nexus,
i am the oppressed.
Jackals swim concatenating the worst of thoughts,
plotting tomorrow’s coup d'é tat.

My proclivity, to take the wheel
Invariably pulls me under.
Here in this place I am greased like Atlas
Punished to become the choices I’ve made
And for that I’m grateful.
Alex Salazar May 2018
I'm afraid.
I don't make a point to accommodate it.
But it's here,
Seeking composition.
Gripping my nerves and taking them out for a spin.

When it's contextualized,
And becomes the loudest voice.
When it's partnered up with doubt,
And becomes compound.
When it's anointed a constable,
Whom whispers disinformation.
When it presses anxiety,
And plays cowardice.
When thoughts turn into patterns,
And my hubris dwarfs enough to fit inside a paper cup.
When  my center becomes a deafening storm of pain.
And hiccups of rage fill my hands.

I am made to remember fragility,
my sanity  is a pebble Loose on a river’s stream
gently flowing into the arms of vulnerability.
Ad infinitum
Apr 2018 · 314
Into the crucible
Alex Salazar Apr 2018
Climbing inside is ritual.
I build myself in this place
discussions are curated,
decisions are made and I  connect all the veins.

I invite all my wolves (emotions) inside,
and make pelts out of them.
Gloriously i let them cover my body,
It is then that I become the supreme oppressor.
A GOD dressed in thicker skin,
making whole hearted claims to peace and sovereignty.

In Victory I am made cold,
perverted, I am quick to lose sight.
the path back breaks me anew
And my predilection for all things soothed,
Makes me  climb back
Into the crucible I crawl
Seeking a better man.
Apr 2018 · 173
Center
Alex Salazar Apr 2018
The truth is there is no center
no alignment of spirit & body
just a vehicle  full of bubbles(thoughts).
Apologies in advance
a bubble pops and with it our sense of free will.

we Carry us
through disappointment
we Carry us
through the frigid harbors of loneliness
we Carry us
and find the strength to bury the depression that amassed over this past winter solstice

oh my heart, heavy as a stone
there it goes, bleeding all alone
i hold it up high
wondering
if today will be the day i die
knowing
that i won't

As a master of my own domain
the fire in my gut burns heavy with flames

We Carry us
With the love of life, buried deep inside of us.
Dec 2017 · 341
Tucked Asleep
Alex Salazar Dec 2017
The path back is lost.
In all candor, it's my own behavior that i abhor.
This troubling state, this drunk inertia.
Is no commodity that deserves praise.

For a troubled man, full of sores
will end up crying alone.
many thanks to my bedroom ceiling, and the fractals that play in between a quick intermission.

Repulsive, obtuse, pompous, deaf, dumb, sweetheart,
ill set  a candle for you
i swear, i swear, i swear
i  accept you (myself).
Oct 2017 · 288
Garden of eyes
Alex Salazar Oct 2017
When all is said & proved.
& those close, are quick to run.
Clarity will beckon lose,
&  sink like kingdom-come.

Tendrils of peace
Fiery rings of freedom
This onus is making me prune,
& i have lost myself in a reflective arboretum.

The anthesis is the self, humiliating disaster.
Argumentations are made in the night to keep away all those laughing *******.
sins are sins are sins are sins are sins are sins
failure creeps aboard,  and  my patience folds thin.
Oct 2017 · 348
Lazy eye
Alex Salazar Oct 2017
Inside everyone of us exists a chorus.
A picture-present, set of voices.
In this abstract, I find thought  & reality
to be a singular unit.

Each conglomerate sings of a present desire/want.
We are made gods in this place, bounded of course by the limitations of our own imagination.  

Some thoughts are wicked, some thoughts are pleasant.
Some thoughts must be simply kept wholesome, to keep the world from our essence.

Sadly, i find that nothing i conjure is 100% my own.
Each spin of the web is a subset creation of some else's ideas, someone else problems.  In this i find that free will of course is also evaporated.
i the author stands on the shoulder of another.
in this realization i am set free.
Sep 2017 · 303
Anxiety
Alex Salazar Sep 2017
Where did i leave my self respect?
When did i start splicing pieces of my heart into small dividends?
I can feel myself dying;  pulse checking,
i want to make sure i can still hear the kid in me crying.

What if the rocks i un-face hide no answers?
Instead all the faces i awake bring all sorts of new disasters?
And the bricks (thoughts) that are weaved inside my head.
Are corruptions built to jade me dead.

And those floating heads that  scream & bite.
Are all false anyway,
So i bid you all  Goodnight!!
Sep 2017 · 266
Belligerence
Alex Salazar Sep 2017
I find Madness to be much like a mental resin.
A volatile sickness, that sits on the cusp of belligerence.  
Provocateur,
such vehemence merits the title of an artist.
The beast in its own way stands for a peculiar beauty.
Spinning its spokes,
i have seen an author at play, combing the labs of creativity,
seeking solace, and reason in this sort misadventure.

kicking my feet back & forth in the water
i wonder
Observing such cartoon characteristics,
should this traveler of realms be judged by a moral higher-arch?
Should it not be allowed to play its lute?
As long as no pain and suffering is wrought on our fellow beings?

Bringer of ideas, bound by no line of chalk.
the hurt that troubles you, will sadly be forgot.
in the arms of a fool, society stinks like a public pool.
So carry on your freedom, without care of any those whose only job is to inevitably drool.
Sep 2017 · 302
Outlier
Alex Salazar Sep 2017
Grab hold of the night,
Slip in through her curtains.
Sink in your teeth & bite,
nothing must feel uncertain.

Holding my breath,
I'm seeking passage out of here.
Eyes & memories,
body & soul,
Boundless energy fills my lungs,
& assuages me whole.
Small kisses of love,
are my only tokens.
I shudder and think,
of what's finally awoken.

Hands are tied,
future is set.
I am a rider,
observing a unruly death.
Sep 2017 · 363
Undergrowth
Alex Salazar Sep 2017
Locked away under gratuitous conditions,
spent my evening,
consoling a nightmare of negative inhibitions.
Oscillating,  observing temperaments as they arise.
Ventilating, un-facing malevolent crimes.
Fire walk with me,
keep me from splitting into a  bicameral mind.

Shotgun of truth
Wielded & then ****.

Into existence i bring thee: Suffering
Jul 2017 · 711
Acercate
Alex Salazar Jul 2017
Yo naci para morder te
Acercate que en la noche hace mucho frío
Mis espinas son mis pies,
Mis pétalos, son mis labios.  
Por aquí aveces pasa la Luna,
Dormida y llena  
Yo Celoso, el viento aveces me lleva torpe.
Con un dolor profundo en mi alma.
me pongo a llorar y sonreir
Al fin llega la amanecer
Al fin puedo dormir
I wrote this on a dare
Jun 2017 · 816
whites of the eye
Alex Salazar Jun 2017
Lay it out for all of us to see.
Make amends,  i need you right beside me.
I promise out of fear comes courage.
So come, devoid of any languish moments

Gold is the void
Infinity is a grip,
power is a play,
made for all of us to slip.

Everything fades, nothing will ever sit
so free yourself from any gamut
that'll make your heart quit.
Jun 2017 · 330
Vinculum
Alex Salazar Jun 2017
Tonight's the night i die
without circumstance, without center
i stand alone, dancing, bleeding.
Freckles in bloom, i resume my disorder
What keeps me Magnus?

Eyes, points of black flame
Brown, underneath the blackened hair.
Lips, like gorgeous labellum  
Sunflower, my mind escapes into a sunset ether
The window to my fire escape is open
And i can't help but think of you.
May 2017 · 3.2k
Navel
Alex Salazar May 2017
Give it sometime
our minds work in patterns.
worry is a house full of thieves,
Step outside of it and you'll be made able to breathe.

Give it some time
Negative creep is a curable disease.
A faction that misrepresents  a conquerable aberration.
wait for my signal, here have some chamomile tea.

Give it some time
i pray you'll be able to sleep
darkness is approaching, and you should know
i'm here for you for whenever
your wounds start to bleed.
May 2017 · 284
Pillar of Autumn
Alex Salazar May 2017
Your actions are violent,
A misrepresentation of character.
Wounded light, you have a friend in me.
I don't believe you're worthless

In fact, your happiness is my own.
A signature, I still very much enjoy.
May 2017 · 606
Game of inches
Alex Salazar May 2017
My longest moonlight, pack your things and leave.
All my memories have been shoved into an evanescent dream.
So fly on like a zephyr,
fly on please.

The moxie, the eccentricities,
the lovely retreats.
The embraces, the symphonies,
Take it all,  please.

canvas sky, full of love.
may my body morph into a dove.
i need peace, i need steel.
i need to  rid of all the feels.
May 2017 · 5.4k
Goodnight Azimuth
Alex Salazar May 2017
Dear Azi, I'm full of broken thoughts.
My insides are like a box of matches.
The moisture from my sorrow, wont allow combustion.

I get up every morning with a tourniquet in my hand,
seeking the self in the vestibule of my childhood.
Your caveats no longer reach me.
But, the sweet carousel of your laughter still does.

Each loss is a new vulnerability.
A subscript, for a long past bludgeon.
The only whisper that still holds,
is the one that tells of your past love for me.
May 2017 · 986
Flowers in the Barrel
Alex Salazar May 2017
Bare shoulder,
Kingdom of giggles.
my love grows nobler,
with each caressing nibble.

Coalescing, subterranean dimensions.
Expressing, my loving ascension.

Lips of affection,
my heart is stuck in a parallelogram of contention.
lost in reverie, no hope left for me.
Apr 2017 · 1.2k
Panopticon
Alex Salazar Apr 2017
She's always misplacing.
Feeling for new incongrunces
I try to be pragmatic, & feel for her supple fingers.
These are the parameters of an injured human being.
A prosaic heart, A tenuous mind.  
I have fallen into the pit of her idiosyncrasies.
A man on a mission seeking to breathe & expand my spirit into her lungs.
Her nature corrupts my own,
And like a troglodyte,  I disperse my emotions into a prism.
A prism that is now full of turmoil & suspicion.
Oh wonderful, wonderful you..
Alex Salazar Mar 2017
Somethings are forever.
Like a last goodbye, swelling into a deep lullaby.
Or like new beginnings under a reign of tiny kisses.

Eyes illuminated,
Heart incinerated,
Mind foliated,
Soul encapsulated.

My emotions  are a crutch,
My will, feels like it doesn't weigh much.
Death bed.
Flat line
Passion reborn.
Mar 2017 · 811
Promise(2)luv u
Alex Salazar Mar 2017
What's inside of you, is also found inside of me.
A child, full of vulnerability.
Never safe, in a jungle full of uncertainty.

Sometimes, a voice is allowed into the fold.
Words Spark Embers
Love leaves Smolders

And in the moonlight two  souls are Adjoined in a single sight.
Mar 2017 · 382
4 u
Alex Salazar Mar 2017
4 u
Hair on your face
twinkle on your nose
beautiful lips & a heavenly soul


i feel myself squint
i feel my heart melt
my love begins & and my arms give out
Mar 2017 · 1.0k
Impermanence
Alex Salazar Mar 2017
The hurt you sold, the hands you left.  
My body feels cold, my mind's a mess.
I can feel the earth, I can feel the wind
So I know, I'll crawl out from within.
I've had enough of my stomach,
I've had enough of my breath.
I'll sink my feet into the soil and burn on without any regrets.
I'm missing the innocence, i'm missing your fingertips.
But most of all I'm missing your  soft countenance.
Mar 2017 · 2.3k
Mistakes
Alex Salazar Mar 2017
Sometimes when I rise out of the nebulosity of my ego, I can see  dead leaves on the ground.
Above I feel formless, Uncrippled by any  precursing contingencies.
Disturbances are nullified by the rising and falling of my breath.
I am no longer a keeper of anything.
I feel as I've been left to float inside a vacuum that requires the complete disassociation from anything that I have ever known.
Everything here is gentle, && welcomed.
vibrant and healing.
perplexing to those that aren't ready to let go, salvation for the many who are.
Mar 2017 · 1.0k
promise
Alex Salazar Mar 2017
Feather bound beauty
Collected inside my dream, a stream of tear drops are falling down your cheeks.
Your eyes like wells,
Your lips like tangerines.
I brought my heart tonight so that we both may have a goodnights sleep.
My intentions are honest && gutted from the purity of my soul.
All I wish now is to hold you Evermore.
Mar 2017 · 568
Screened emotions
Alex Salazar Mar 2017
I'm afraid, these hands that hold my ego are shaking.
I've been inoculated by a dangerous romantic. A feathered creature whose ghoulish eyes seeks for ME.  
Me, the serpent hiding in the grass.
Me, the one in the mirror.
The one in the echo chamber, considering less the repercussions.
My vulnerabilities are embarrassing,
My insecurities are medicine for disaster.
Under the layers  I find a rune,
This one says honesty, && kindness
Is that you laughing?
This one says  tenderness && tranquility
That was just a dream.
This one says I'm in love with you.
Dec 2016 · 600
Cell
Alex Salazar Dec 2016
This space is tender.
Every inch, a ubiquitous sense of peace.
A gift, found under a bedrock of a beautiful smile.
A gift left over by the warmth of your hands.
I'll always remember the little things.
The steady acquiescing sound of your voice rippling through my spine during a midnight conference.
The simple, but warm vibrations of your childlike laughter.
Your nervous eyes seeking cover from my gaze.
Here's a list of my demands.
Here's a list of my emotions.
Finally, sanctuary under your soft lips.
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