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 Sep 2017 Gaby Comprés
A Shuli
I Am
 Sep 2017 Gaby Comprés
A Shuli
I'm a lamb-- with the eyes of a lion,
A bull-- with the heart of a dove;
A Tyger; with the hooves of a poet.
I am a stag-- with the antlers of a Texas Longhorn.

I am blessed with the sight of a dinosaur; But the vision of a dragon.
I am the wind, I fell trees;
I caress cheeks.

I come like a lover’s memory.
I go like sorrow--may it never run its fingers down your spine,
As it has mine.

Smile, I want You to know:
We can fly with my wings of a falcon,
Can pierce the silence of the night with my Eagle's cry.

So Know me
Know me like an echo knows the distant mountains.
And Remember me.
Remember me like the golden grass remembers the wind.
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the hours rise up putting off stars and it is
dawn
into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems

on earth a candle is
extinguished     the city
wakes
with a song upon her
mouth having death in her eyes

and it is dawn
the world
goes forth to ****** dreams….

i see in the street where strong
men are digging bread
and i see the brutal faces of
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy

and it is day,

in the mirror
i see a frail
man
dreaming
dreams
dreams in the mirror

and it
is dusk    on earth

a candle is lighted
and it is dark.
the people are in their houses
the frail man is in his bed
the city

sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend,
putting on stars….

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
 Aug 2017 Gaby Comprés
Thalia
Here's to the writers—

You have the power to paint words
Into beautiful art—
To be able to touch a soul—
To touch one's heart

You can make the stormy sky blue—
Stop the waves from crashing to the shore
You can make all the withered flowers bloom—
Turn winter into summer, a glimpse of gold

You can make someone's dark day colorful—
Gather hope to put in between your words
Make them feel that they are understood—
That they aren't alone in this cruel world

You can mend someone's broken heart—
Put love in between your lines
Let them know that they are enough—
That being hurt is just a part of life

Yes—
We can make a whole new perspective—
We can create a world of our own
And no, we don't speak only for ourselves—
But also for all the lost souls

—Thalia Bautista; Just keep writing
For all the writers out there ❤️
if we are  
like the sun,
let every person
that orbits around
our life
be changed forever.
by our grace
and our light.
may we never leave
a soul untouched.
instead let us
leave all souls sun-kissed.
that when
our time comes to hide
below the horizon
our rays stay concealed
in the twilight.
part one of this poem is in my profile if you'd like to read it. sorry I haven't posted in a while, been busy moving into college.
© Copywrite Rosa Lía Elías
 Aug 2017 Gaby Comprés
nivek
flower
 Aug 2017 Gaby Comprés
nivek
a flowers healing perfume
a Butterflies delight

Honey for the Bee
more colours than the rainbow

texture kissed by the Sun
a lovers soft skin.
It’s not their level of education
It’s not their level of wealth
It’s not their looks
It’s not the way they dress
It’s not where they come from
It’s not their background
It’s not their interests
It’s not their personality
It’s not their music taste
It’s not you
It’s not me…

It’s simply love.

There is way more to love
Than what we think.

Love is and will always be
The only thing
That will bind two souls together.
love is blind
my friends they ask me
why i haven’t packed.
i say i do not know.
when really it is quite obvious,
i have difficulties
with letting go.
before i pack all my belongings
before i’m ready to leave the nest
i must pack up my soul
and carry in it all i love.
i need to take with me
all those times my mom
made me chocolate chip pancakes.
i have to
memorize the faces of every one
of my friends
until i can recall each of
their smiles and traits.
i want to fold my grandpa’s laughter
like a shirt that i can tuck away
in the drawer of my mind.
and i want to hold on
to those moments,
the one’s that make letting go
so hard.
i think that if i manage
to pack up
every bit of my heart,
then it won’t matter
what i put inside my luggage.
i will always be carrying
home.
no matter how far
we are apart.
because i literally packed a day before leaving. hardest thing ever.
© Copywrite Rosa Lía Elías
 Aug 2017 Gaby Comprés
nivek
love has my heart
bought and paid for

in blood(love)

now isn't that something
so out of this World.
 Aug 2017 Gaby Comprés
nivek
time is turning and the North
that cold place
creeps ever Southward

its on your skin
then on your breath
and your bed unwelcoming.
 Aug 2017 Gaby Comprés
nivek
Born into seamless beauty
how can you talk of war
when all creation is your sibling.
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