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3.9k · Jun 2016
Midas touch
Bartelo Damien Jun 2016
I love that you
make my body
feel real.
I love that you have
the Midas touch.
And I love
that you
made me gold.
1.8k · Jun 2016
Seafoam
Bartelo Damien Jun 2016
I remember being at the park
waiting for you.
I had my leather jacket on,
a book on my right hand
and tea on the other.
You were the lights on a christmas tree.
You were the confetti on a cake.
You were Bonnie and I was Clyde.
But you disappeared.
Sooner than seafoam,
And I was blue,
bluer than the ocean.
I wrote this poem days ago, but I was really busy at work and home. So here it is, pure inspiration through heartbreak and free verse, because they rhyme very well.
1.5k · Jun 2016
Self esteem.
Bartelo Damien Jun 2016
Yesterday I looked at my reflection,
and as I took off my Ray-Ban’s
I started thinking:

“Am I good enough today?”
I was as imperfect as always.
With that magic in my eyes
that could fool an entire country in war.
And then, I answered to myself:
“You’re good enough today,
and you’ll be better tomorrow.
Keep holding on, don’t fall;
there’s a long way to go.”

And I walked with a direction,
stronger than ever.
957 · Apr 2018
71 birthdays
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
"So many “happy birthdays” and only so few I care about. 19 years by your side and there’s still no soul can bust this team in two, we stick together like glue. No thanks ever and I hope you celebrate with me next 71 birthdays please… Thank you so much."
A beautiful soul wrote this to me on his birthday. I was both: amazed and sprung.
790 · Jun 2016
Imagination
Bartelo Damien Jun 2016
As Einstein can say:
-The logic will get you
from A to Z;
imagination will get you
everywhere.- You can be the logic
all over my body;
and baby,
I can be your imagination.
603 · Apr 2018
Museum
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
For a sleepless night
sleeping two hours was enough.
Your breathing on me
and my best perfume for you.
Finding your room
was like the Nirvana.
You woke up and waited for me.
Nothing had changed.
Show me your best art.
I will be your best canvas.
Do not close your eyes.
because I am a museum.
I wrote this poem while being on Mexico City. I believe that self-esteem is the new black and it never goes out of style, so if you really love yourself, you love others without limitations. I thought about these words and this baby was created.
508 · Apr 2018
Esta noche
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
No puedo negarlo, quiero tu atención.

Me tienes con mis manos arriba,

rendido y esperando tus señales.

Cansado de estar tanto esperando.

Intenté pero no pude disimularlo,

terminé con un deseo muy guardado.

No pretendas que no lo sientes,

espera a que pueda tener mis manos en ti.

Podría ser, si tú quieres,

ser gasolina y fuego esta noche.

No detengas el sentimiento.

Podría ser, si tu lo deseas,

quemar totalmente el lugar.

En cualquier momento estarás conmigo.

No puedo esperar ni un segundo.

Sabes que puedo llevarte al lado salvaje,

tomar estas ganas y ponerlas en acción

¿Me explico? ¿Me sientes?

¿Me quieres? ¿Me amas?

Podría ser, si es lo que quieres,

ser gasolina y fuego esta noche.

No detengas el sentimiento.

Podría ser, si tu lo deseas,

quemar totalmente el mundo.
469 · Apr 2018
Lazos
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
No paro de pensar

todo lo que pudo suceder,

todo lo que dejamos caer,

todo lo que pudimos ser.

Y en mi cabeza

mis visiones no tienen fin

Tus lazos me unen a ti.

Logro ver a través de ti,

porque no estás más aquí.
420 · May 2016
After
Bartelo Damien May 2016
You wrote several days later,
and I thought that you wouldn't do it ever again.
Every time someone walks away
they leave me soulless, directionless,
like a useless compass.
And after all, there was me,
right in front of a few lines
telling me how much you miss me.
I liked the idea that you remembered me,
but I was raging too
because you waited too long to tell me that.

I miss you every night,
but I don't want you back.
391 · Apr 2018
saturday, 06:09pm
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
You know if I would love a song before listening to it.
You laugh at my jokes before I even finish them.
I wish I could live on your chest forever,
because you make me feel like pure gold.
I wish I could protect you forever,
because you make me want to do
all the things I promise to you.
I wrote this poem while being on a vacation. I was having the time of my life with the love of my life. I was laying there watching and she was asleep, and I remember wondering "are you ever dreaming of me?"
363 · Apr 2018
Aullido
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
El lobo solamente se quedó mirándola.
La Luna no tenía una palabra más que decir,
buscó y encontró una excusa para poderse ir.
Por su mente no pasó el momento en que la perdió.
Él recorrió todo bosque buscándola.
Ella quería buscar la luz del Sol.
La noche azul perdía todo color y luz.
La obscuridad pronto al lobo consumió.
Era obscuridad,
sus ojos no veían más
que el reflejo de la Luna
Él la anhelaba tener.
Y el lobo aulló.
Era causalidad:
“Nadie la verá como yo”.
Quería verla por siempre ahí,
él la anhelaba tener.
Y el lobo aulló.
Estrellas intentaban darle
brillos opacos.
Eran lo único que lo
protegían de morir.
Y ella libremente paseaba en la noche.
Allí, el pobre se quedaba aullando.
Ella parecía encontrar al Sol cada día,
más brillante cada vez que lo ve.
El se desarrollaba en la obscuridad
y la soledad lo empezaba a poseer.
Se quedó
mirando a la Luna crecer,
quería ser el Sol
y morir por verla brillar,
aunque fuera solamente una última vez.
No podía más.
Y el lobo dejó de aullar.
So I wrote this poem in my native language, and I'm really proud of how it came alive as well as this feeling it provokes while reading it.
356 · Apr 2018
Honey
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
I promise to love you.

At 6:30 am when you’re walking to go to school or whatever road life takes you on, and when you wear your pajamas, your hair is a mess and your eyes are sleepy.

At 8am when we say good-bye for the day and we’re rushing out home, you with a cup of tea and your purse, and I with a cup of coffee and the car keys in the other hand.

At 2pm when I send you that text that you read two hours later but it draws the beautiful smile you have.

At 7pm when you’re tired from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying and falling asleep and escaping from everything: I will kiss your forehead, and wrap my arms all over yourself.

At 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you probably won’t sleep for hours because of the stress. I will be playing with your hair.

At 3am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy but consume us, and when you cry without an explanation, I’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon.

I will love you when you grow old; and I will love you after that, I will love you if I’m no longer here.

I will love you.

I will love you.

I will love you.
So I had this beauty on my drafts for a long time. I was feeling real intense love to someone. Like really falling in love. And I remember typing all these feelings away while I save d it as draft, as well as my feelings to that person.
298 · Dec 2019
Altar
Bartelo Damien Dec 2019
I want to confess you my secrets.

My heart is throbbing

for the altar of our moments.

The devil is jealous

‘cause he can see our blessings.

The love you make me feel like a religion

makes me pray every single word to you

'til you save me from my demons.

What a heavenly moment, ah.

I’m dying to feel you again
So I met this person who I was obsessed with two years ago, and suddenly they appeared at a party where I was by accident, and they were obsessed with me. Couldn’t take them eyes off of me. What a magical night. What a heavenly moment.
291 · May 2018
16th Floor
Bartelo Damien May 2018
16th floor on the west side, me and you,
my love, you're the moonlight on my nights.
Have you ever felt like this before?
Long afternoons laying by your side.
Let's have some rest, it's been a long night.
Please, babe, stay 'cause I don't wanna share.
Let me cook the dinner for you
I'll wait for your footsteps on the corridor
and we can drink that wine you've saved.

I wonder if you have nights like mine
where I can't sleep for thinking of you
Sometimes when I look at your smile
I know that you're all mine
even if it's just for a while.
267 · Apr 2018
Three words
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
****.

I do miss you.

I miss your eyes.

I miss our nights.

I do miss you.

I miss your breathe.

I miss our laughs.

I miss us.
A feeling.
244 · Apr 2018
Another postcard
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
I share my secrets and I will not hide
I like the feeling, how you make me shy.

This love is making me feel high,

Our fate and eyes are so tied.

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