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 Jul 2020 Balaguer
alexandra
I see everything differently. I used to drive down the road and think nothing of it, only noticing the trees and the people walking by. Now, each time I drive down the road I look for your face, hoping that in the crowds of people I would notice you. When I look at the trees I don’t admire their beauty, I search for your beauty in them. When I listen to music, all the songs remind me of you. Because now all of the sudden, each lyric is a note once written from me to you - perfectly describing how I feel for you. The coffee I drink reminds me of you too - I cannot run from you. For with each sip I am reminded of how you only drink black coffee, and with each swallow I take, I think of how if you were here you would criticize me for drinking it with cream. When I walk by the water I think of you. I think of how you kissed me by the water, held me, touched me, spoke to me - each wave that crashes floods my mind with memories of you. When I hear somebody yell, I hear you yelling. I hear your loud, raspy, and tired voice call out to me. I hear you say my name. I hear it all - my mind plays your voice like a record, the sound revolving in my head constantly. When I stare at this page, I cannot stop myself from thinking of you. I wonder what you would think of me if you read this. Would you laugh and call me pathetic or would you love me for it? I will never know. I often question what you are thinking about, and I often hope it is of me. I see life differently, each day when I wake I hope that the day brings me closer to you. I see the sun differently. When its beams shoot into the universe, and the heat touches my skin, I imagine that it is the heat of your skin against mine. You are the sun. As I write this I feel your emotions - I feel your hurt. I know you are no longer mine, however I feel as if I am still yours. When I think of love, I think of you - after all love isn’t easy, it is something you fight for. I will fight for you - I do not have you, but I will not lose you.
 Jul 2020 Balaguer
whoever
if i climb back to my mothers womb
will it fix all the pieces i broke into?

there is no thing like total depravity -
just a change
in how we feel gravity

there is nothing to prove
and nothing to **** for

do not do
what doesn't breathe life to you
i know that it hurts
to turn from bleeding
and i guess that makes me crazy
i guess it makes me spiteful
you can hate me if you want to
surely its your right to
but you cant make me angry
and that's what excites you
without the attention
who know what you might do
 Jul 2020 Balaguer
Bryn Kennell
Body mirror my heart
You found me in the dark

Broken pieces
Distort an image

Body a reflection
You rearranged as yours
 Jul 2020 Balaguer
Rubén Darío
¡Qué alegre y fresca la mañanita!
Me agarra el aire por la nariz:
los perros ladran, un chico grita
y una muchacha gorda y bonita,
junto a una piedra, muele maíz.
Un mozo trae por un sendero
sus herramientas y su morral:
otro con caites y sin sombrero
busca una vaca con su ternero
para ordeñarla junto al corral.
Sonriendo a veces a la muchacha,
que de la piedra pasa al fogón,
un sabanero de buena facha,
casi en cuclillas afila el hacha
sobre una orilla del mollejón.
Por las colinas la luz se pierde
bajo el cielo claro y sin fin;
ahí el ganado las hojas muerde,
y hay en los tallos del pasto verde,
escarabajos de oro y carmín.
Sonando un cuerno corvo y sonoro,
pasa un vaquero, y a plena luz
vienen las vacas y un blanco toro,
con unas manchas color de oro
por la barriga y en el testuz.
Y la patrona, bate que bate,
me regocija con la ilusión
de una gran taza de chocolate,
que ha de pasarme por el gaznate
con la tostada y el requesón.
 Jul 2020 Balaguer
Nomadic poet
They always say the right thing isn't easy.
But do they ever really explain that to us?
They never told me how hard it would be just to breath
Just to be...
They always said you'll find the strength..
But from where?
They never seem to have the answers I need.
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