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Jose De La Garza May 2015
Hold my hand as I carry you across the inky darkness,
to feel creation in its most complete form.
Taste time as it slips past your lips into the unknown
as stars blur into galaxies.
Galaxies which dance endlessly in constant collision.
The doors to perception open as you become infinite in this moment.
Then you will realize that what we are is Love.
Nonsense poem.
Jose De La Garza May 2015
The violin drips its song like mellow dew
as sweet rays of notes touch my ears
in the most flattering way,
making love to my soul.
Jose De La Garza May 2015
It began as a dare
to talk to you.
I felt my stomach turn inside out
as I realized that you could walk away
out of my life for good because you left me with out your name.
I was pushed to write down my phone number and give it to you.
It was given to you with the most intense awkwardness I have ever felt.
So intense it scorched my soul and left me with a scar.
It's a shame you never called back.
naked and afraid I took a step out
to let my crazy in.
Now you have my phone number
and my closeted secret.
It was the first time I "came out" to a stranger. I learned my lesson.
Jose De La Garza May 2015
This is
a
poem.
Is there a boundary between prose and poetry?
  May 2015 Jose De La Garza
Erin
I open my windows and Breeze walks in,
thanking me and running her cool fingers through my hair.
The Sun thinks staying inside is a sin,
and shines as bright as she can, warming the air.

Dark clouds are an uninvited guest,
and we soon forget they were even there.
Meanwhile white clouds are beginning their quest,
traveling across the blue sky with flair.

The curtains ruffle with a flick and a flutter,
and the bees and the bugs come flying in,
I smile at them all as they greet one another,
in the way they know how, with a creepy bug grin.

I laugh like a child; my worries are gone,
And reaching up high to grab hold of the stars,
They dance from my grip and and keep singing their song.
It was finally poetry week in English class, and the last poem we had to write needed to be about nature. It had to include a simile, metaphor, hyperbole, and alliteration, which was a challenge as I usually don't focus on elements in my poetry, but here it is.

April 21, 2014 /itsjusterin
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