The Two Poems I won't forget:
You read them warmly as if your lips were butterscotch
Looking just beyond your notebook paper.
Reading with the bittersweetness of siren's song
knowing whoever listens will perish
The sounds gracing our ears to enter our hearts.
Your poems of a velvet sofa left by the street
and a matchstick box waiting to be burned.
I will never forget those poems.
Ever.

are what my mommy calls
them.
as they disappear down
in her tummy
she
laugh
and smiles
But
Where
has
HER
EYES
GONE

Doesn't it feel great

I Know
I am just
An Old Shoe
That should be thrown away
But if you tear me to small pieces.
And rearrange my flesh to be with you
It could be the perfect fit for me and you.

Right a pome

that dusent mache since

sworleng

Child like innocence
and strange infatuations
Limbo

Limited days spent thinking of the
love of my life
soon to change
the next week.

Hiding furtive crushes from the ones you love.
Until they realize it
ten seconds later

Acting as if these trivial days
will matter years later.

But somehow, still wanting those days to never go away.

Observe how
the grass isn't green.
You are presenting me black weeds
overdue
for mowing.
You can't show me shriveled brown dandelions
and compare them to the ethereal blue roses
that your garden once bore.

Little words
So small and sweet
and giving to all
they are something to all

that's why i think they can be better than big words
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I'm a
robot

My frayed wires
hidden
by my familiar
square head

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He was someone who was thrown into the bland beige walls of his “school”
Interminable hours spent staring at the shining blue beyond his reach...
Only to be comforted by the violent wisps streaming from his parents mouths puncturing his heart
His vacant black mind only able to realize that he couldn’t
Reach that blue
Ever
He could stare at its inviting villas
But never be….

Until one day he took one of those many knives
From the drawer and his heart
And ran over to the blue
Piercing his soul with all those words
Painting over the lovely blue with his deepest red
And before he closed his eyes he could hear the bluebirds and cardinals sing

"Look at me.
You mean more than you understand.
I just don't
always show it."

I woke up one morning
and was welcomed by the dark
that enveloped me.

                                  Introducing me to their void
of abstract reality.
Where I was no longer myself.
I was hovering in this abyss.
Timeless moments went by and,
I was It.
A simulacrum.
My thoughts belonged to others.
Nothing was me.
Hands searching a mind for thoughts to own
a motif
and it was crying
but it was me
but not
It observed how the tears
fell up to the colorless nothing
splashing on a ceiling that was not there

sudden and slow movements of it
silhouettes
of
moving pictures

I was a camera viewing everything as one
Staring into my body
my soul
it
the scattered thoughts
the abyss
darkness

But it
I
threw it away with disdain

A fire
burning
the old me.

Memories
of times
no longer
my own.

The crackling
is melting my soul
soul.
Ashes, are all that is left of me
And from them
The New Me emerges.

As she sings her sweetest tune
She also sings of freedom
She sings of what she lost
Confined in her cage

When she stops to take a break
She stares at all her friends
They stare at her with futility
For they are trapped like her
But she is not deterred
She tries
And tries
To leave her prison
When the gate flies open, she spreads her wings
And prepares to soar
She ***** her wings and flies
even though she never has before

She sings her song again
Of new hope to see the stars
Of the sun, so close and warm
But she falls to the ground, dead
With a bullet in her breast

Her friends watch as she falls
And slowly one by one
Are endowed with her courage,
Watch their cages dissipate,
And soar without failing
Bringing a reprise into the light

I had a passed your gaze
Stuck in my gray shadow
We crossed paths, but never you never saw me
You can call out my name
but only I can
watch you sob
As I'm called a liar
But I am
standing
right next to you
just
read the epitaph.

Till Death, do Us part
A joke at my expense?
Trivial
BR oKen Hearts
Never wanting to shatter
Though, we never did leave

Now I smile, but only when
Looking
Backward.