Carlo C Gomez: Favorites

My Grandma

5h Carlo C Gomez

Liana

It's hard to believe
That such a strong person
Is starting to deteriorate

They say that she's okay
She says that she's okay
Because it's too scary for her not to be

The short
Strong
Curly-haired
feminist
Who loves
And cares

She's my mother's mother

She can't stop existing
She can't leave
And the earth can't keep spinning if she does

It pains me
Hurts me
To think of her last breath

The person
Who once held me
Outside in backyard
And sang to the night sky with me

The person
Who raised my mother

The person
Who was once a little girl
With dreams and hopes

She can't leave...

She's in the hospital. I'm not ready to make a star for her yet. I'm not ready never to see her again.)

(This note was written by the hospital bed she might die on. I wonder how many dies on it before.)

5h Carlo C Gomez

Please don't leave

5h Carlo C Gomez

Liana

Please don't leave

I'm sorry
But you have to stay

I'm not ready to make a star for you yet

I make a star for every person that I lose. This is about my grandma, but also about some of my friends that I am concerned about. She wants to stay, they don't. This also goes for you. Yes, you. Please stay here with the rest of the mentally ill poets taking it one day at a time ❤️❤️❤️‍🩹

5h Carlo C Gomez

lacuna

5h Carlo C Gomez

bulletcookie

lacuna

laid your head upon my shoulder
let me feel your warmth and breath
and when the cold intrudes this moment
may that embrace remember best

-cec

5h Carlo C Gomez

The Road So Far

5h Carlo C Gomez

Marisa Lu Makil

The Road So Far

Full of dark and danger,
I won't lie and say it's easy
It's been a long road that I'm on
And I admit that it used to be
That I didn't even trust that road
To stay under my feet.
But you know what?
I'm healing.
I am.
And one of these days
Maybe normalcy
Will come strolling along
And take me by the hand
And I'll be better
I'll get better.
Maybe someday soon
I'll see what I couldn't see before
That it's all been a road
Just a path
One that we all must take
And it's going to be okay.
I'm going to be okay
Until then,
I don't always trust the road
But I'm trying
To trust the one who paved it.

I think it's all going to be okay. I haven't seen that for a long time, but I do. I think it's going to be okay. I hope someday if and when the darkness falls again, I can look back at this and remember that: *I'm going to be okay*.

5h Carlo C Gomez

.very black.

5h Carlo C Gomez

sonja benskin mesher

.very black.

i like the greys and shadow.
i like when the cars go by,
the lights go across the walls

yes

‘ i do not think i will like very black’

8h Carlo C Gomez

Mr./Mrs. Labrador

8h Carlo C Gomez

Syafie R

Mr./Mrs. Labrador

You call me your dog,
your *****, your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.

I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.

You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.

Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.

For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.

I cried so hard writing this poem. I'm deeply sorry for anyone who has ever felt the need to go to such painful lengths when loving someone. This is for you.

#heartbreak #loyalty #devotion #pain #unrequited #love #sacrifice #vulnerability #emotion #relationships

8h Carlo C Gomez

Where Hope Grows

8h Carlo C Gomez

Emma

Where Hope Grows

Beneath the scars, a pregnant hope grows,

A fragile light where forgiveness flows.

The past may linger, but hearts can mend,

Healing blooms where brokenness ends,

And pain gives way to love that knows.

In a lot of pain today so staying home to rest, have a good day out there ❣️

8h Carlo C Gomez

Breakfast

8h Carlo C Gomez

Emma

Breakfast

Pastel hoops swirl, a hollowed refrain,
Milk pools cold, a quiet stain.
Laughter lingers, ghosts in the air,
I reach, but they’re no longer there.

Black wings flicker, hunger’s sigh,
But control whispers: "Let it die."
At this table, time unfolds,
An empty heart, a story untold.

14h Carlo C Gomez

history

14h Carlo C Gomez

irinia

history

spectacle society or a faceless society? who could tell. after historical laughter comes a historic dread. when the sky is the limit of power we are doomed to endure the mania of failing floors. nothing is trully free to harm reality, not even poetry, and whose reality is more real. words like disfigured worlds, they hack the body time. what is beauty and what is truth, this complex breathing creature in an unknowable form, this hidden vulnerability: we can't bear who we are, we want to sink in a history without memory.

#history