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Sep 2017 · 420
Ansiedad
Nicolás Ponce Sep 2017
me desespera que pase el tiempo
que el recuerdo se haga viejo
qué lo poco que me piense
se vaya por completo
y me olvide sin saberlo.
Jul 2017 · 287
I miss.. missing you
Nicolás Ponce Jul 2017
I miss...
missing you
chasing you
wishing for you
to wish for me.

I miss...
excitedly telling you
who I am
and who I wish to be.

I miss...
not knowing
when I would see you
hold you
exhale your breath.

I love us now...
don't misunderstand...
but the anticipation
and the adventure
at times get over-powered
by the day.

I miss...
our breathless
creativity
and the almost violent need
to be close.
Jun 2017 · 929
He ask me what i think
Nicolás Ponce Jun 2017
i think about
a lot of things
and most of them
don't stay for long
but if i had to
sum it up,
for you,
i think i'd try.

i think about my memories
and replay laughs
and lessons, kisses
and the first time seeing
people who i now know well.

i think about the near future
and try to tame expectations
and try to focus on the now
but sometimes it
gets tough.

i often feel like
dipping in and
out of life like
something rolling
back and forth
along the wave break
resting now and then.

but mostly i just
think of that
which is before me
like a map or
flower or a shadow
or whatever form i find.

so when you asked me
what i think
it at first seemed
a riddle, for
i'm not sure
that i think at all
now that i
think
about it.
May 2017 · 701
Candle
Nicolás Ponce May 2017
So I'll light this candle
and I'll remember you

I'll open up my window
and see you in the moon

I would ask you to come back here
and iluminate my room
but I know you're somewhere out there
with much better things to do

So I'll light this candle
and I'll remember you.
May 2017 · 562
When you and I collided
Nicolás Ponce May 2017
you and I are two different souls,
living on two separate worlds
that collided once
just to be parted
and never meet again.
May 2017 · 583
Caught up II
Nicolás Ponce May 2017
Caught in this net of time,
the restless nights create a paradoxical paradigm.

Caught in this head of mine,
chasing after false hope that imitates the divine.

Caught in this reality of ours,
staring at the stars until we snap back into the lonely bar's guitars.

— The End —