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Gabriel Herrera Apr 2022
You miss my face

Gardening the battered soil in which we raced
upon

Rejoice the fermented fruits of your labor

All the hard work has paid off

But paying your dues was never in mind

Never mine to tax

You missed my face
When you dared to strike me

My words seethe your melted soul

I speak wisdom and righteous buffoonery
It's a demented balance

Like your framework
Blissful harmony
Harvesting organs
Organizing abortions
Choosing life over creation

Take no offense
It's the buffoonery acknowledging
Wisdom & Innovation

We listen to what we
Can not hear

We hear what we
Can not understand

We understand what we
Can not obtain

Like my face
My dashing face
That you can not
      Look in the eye no more
Gabriel Herrera Apr 2022
Fuzzy Pixel creatures
Immaculate
Telling in psychosis

Wandering nature
Setting up camp
Makeshift fields
Trying times
Scavenging wandering
Your only goal
Finding home
Remembrance

Hunger sets in
Your stomach speaks
A beast like growl

Sinking teeth into veins of a forbidden fruit
That found  
                         You

That first contact to tongue
Taste of home
Texture of wood
Contents of nostalgia
Recipe for disaster

When you reminisce
You're allowing
Everything
Everyone to pay a visit

Unwelcome and seldom
Unbroken
Unlike your mental

You're now drawn away from previous settlement
Transported trauma
You're where you've never abandoned

A shiver trembles your vessel

You follow the eerie sound
With your empty eyes
And find yourself looking straight ahead

A screeching voice so familiar crawling out the pitch black alleyway
On sensitive instinct alone you dare there
to be
In the distance a scene of bodies
Swaying
Trembling closer

Yet motionless

A convenient twitching streetlight above
It's your only given clarity
You blink ,You die
You concur

You hear echoes brushing though your scalp like razorblades

It tickles
You belch
A laughter
Melancholy and gently horrific

You now understand where you are
It's where you've been
Suddenly you feel an itch on your left wrist

You look down after tending to it
And the dead rotten flesh once there
Has been parted with

Underneath the darkest blood
There's a branded etching on your wrist

Blood connects the last letter of each word As if it was written
In the most gorgeous cursive

It reads: "Home is my playground.
                 The ground is my home.
                       Can I finally play?"
Gabriel Herrera Apr 2022
Dandelion salad
Kindness crunch
Heaven bless
Lessen bliss

I miss our quarrels
Contemplated
Temporary
******

Lost my sensibility
It cost me few
Cost you totality

Mindful of our meticulous
Merry go 'round

Velvet cheeks
Blush in moonlight
Your hair covering your
Eyes
Irises ever changing appearance

A goddess before me

You
Infinite
Inhumane
Intelligent

I
Deceived
Delicate
Delivered

We
Were
Mortal
Gabriel Herrera Sep 2020
I wonder how my ancestors feel
Knowing their escape from home
Would lead
To children ***** in cages

Traced
Nameless
Unheard of conditions
Like their rabid dogs

But really puppies still needing their mothers milk

Who made those cages you call sanctuary
Who made those tinfoil sheets you call warmth
Who made those regulations?
Ripping the child from their parents grip
I've seen the ******* pictures
Those kids were strangling their mothers and fathers in order to not let go

There's no need for translation
This is universal
These children are treated like felons
With no warrant
No warning

Is this justice?
Does my so called president get off to this?

Is he not satisfied enough with his spray tan?

He takes it out on us?

I wake up in my bed
Every day I cant fathom
The nightmare those children wake up to
Alone with others like that look just like them.
Looking in the reflection their tears molded onto the shivering pavement

I cant even imagine

The thoughts that may race through their young and impressionable minds

Do they think they deserve it?
Do they think this is their fault?

If and when they do finally escape

How scarred will they be?

They already have a criminal record for being born

How will they survive in a society that imprisoned them before given an education

Before given a ******* a chance.
Gabriel Herrera Sep 2020
Do You remember when you were the thought that embraced me when I was scared

I'm not a coward but with you

I was

Comfortable
Fragile
Soft

Not weak

Just safe enough to let go of my puffed chest and tightened biceps

I think back and I miss it like the first two baseballs in Chicken Little

For all the same reasons I miss childhood

In both ways I was secure
Taken care of

Reckless with decisions
My deception for healthy options
Was twisted in the twinkies tucked away in Zombieland

Nevertheless, I leaned on for support too much

I grew through all the pain
Pins and needles digging into my funny bones to laugh louder than the comedian in a dead crowd

And to no avail
I lay in dry blood covered in fresh scars
Poorly injected incisions
Equally infected decisions
Gabriel Herrera Aug 2020
My expectations
Present me
With a
Shared Sharp Shard
Of Glass

As rotten blood trickles down
Each spectacle

Overwhelming evidence
Seeps in each
Prickling crack

Blood wheeps
Floorboard creaks
It's the mailman
What a creep
Gabriel Herrera Aug 2020
First and foremost
Consensually
I will smother your canvas in painted handprints
Dignified touch
Such risks
Blue blood
Sincere matrimony
A cost
That the poor will pay to see
They'll amuse it to be

Fine tasting toilet water

Line dancing on eggshells

Flat footed *******
We'll make this exhibit our beautiful disaster
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