Karl Allen

Karl Allen Jan 2016

Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido:
yo, porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba;
y tú, porque yo era el que te amaba más.
Pero de nosotros dos tú pierdes más que yo:
porque yo podré amar a otras como te amaba a ti,
pero a ti no te amarán como te amaba yo.

-Ernesto Cardenal, Granada, Nicaragua

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When I lost you, we both lost something:
I, because I loved you too much
And you, because it is I whom loved you the most.
But between the two of us, it is you who lost the most:
Because I can love anybody the way that I loved you
But you will never be loved the same way that I used to.

-Ernesto Cardenal, Granada, Nicaragua

This is a rough translation of Ernesto Cardenal's poem. Please excuse my limited understanding of Spanish. It has been quite sometime since I last used it.

Karl Allen Jan 2016

When sleep is my only companion

The first time you told me that you don't love me anymore,
I slept for 12 hours, hoping that I'd never wake up.
And when I woke up, I just found myself wanting to sleep again
Because reality bites,
And it bit me big time, leaving its mark on my skin.
Reality bit me so hard that it sunk its teeth into my flesh until it reached the deepest part of my bones.
But, more than that, reality bit me so ******* hard that it reached something much deeper than my veins.
It reached something deeper where I cannot tend to the wounds that it caused me.

And I found myself wanting to sleep again.

I was hoping that shutting my thoughts down with sleep would help me forget you
But I was wrong
Because in my dreams, I was holding your hands.
And even though you were pulling it away from me, I had the strength to hold on to it and I never let you go.
How I wish I had the strength to hold on to you while I was awake
The same way that I am telling you in my dreams how my fingers fit the spaces between yours.
How I was insisting to you that being with me was the perfect thing to do
Because it's perfect when I am with you.

And I found myself wanting to sleep again.

Because in my dreams, you are still with me
Even though, at the back of my conscious mind,
I'm aware that you weren't there
And that it was all a mirage.
But it doesn't hurt this much.
It doesn't hurt this much...
When sleep is my companion.

This is my first attempt in doing a Spokenword Poetry in English. I'm sorry. No time to proof-read. I'm sorry.

#sleep #spokenword

Karl Allen Jan 2016

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Hello, my dear Hello Poetry Friends!
Can you please suggest Spoken word poetry videos that I can listen to?
The performer in me is yearning,
But I cannot find the courage to stand on a stage and blurt it out.
I need a refuge.
I need it like an addict asking for my daily shots.
Pretty please?
Any Spoken word poetry will do.
But if you know of the Hate stage ones, that would be very much appreciated.

Karl Allen Jan 2016

Zodiac Signs

When a Scorpio loves a Taurus
All hell breaks loose.
Every law of the Zodiac states
That you should both stay away
Because one will be wronged by the other
But no one will back down from their ideals.
And while Scorpios are ruled by water,
Earth will define Taurus'principles.

You see, I don't believe these things as I'm a man of reasons.
But since we've been together, I was inclined to believe such notions.
You, my Taurus lover, can not be more bull-headed in nature.
While I, your ground crawling envoy, will always be emotionally immature.
While you thrive in knowing all of my secrets as your version of trust,
I will always keep one or two of them up my sleeves for my ruse.
And, yes, as you know very well, I am indeed very jealous
But you are so stubborn and you **** the hell out of my arseholes.
Oh please, excuse my language.

And now, I am inclined to believe this Zodiac stuff
As they are proving to be accurate and exact.
But if I can believe such things as the Zodiac,
If I can believe people who read the stars in the sky as if they are books,
Why should I not believe in us?
Why should I not believe in the possibility
That your stars and mine are destined to be entangled
And that each of their lights will be used for each other's counsel.
That, we, in our own little world, can persevere to be with each other.
After all, we make the best *** partners.
Oh, again, excuse my language.

And excuse me for saying this, my bull-headed Taurus lover.
But we complete each other.

Karl Allen Jan 2016

Free

I wonder why they call this stuff free verse?
Is it because they do not follow a certain set of rules for writing?
Is it because boundaries that have been set by Shakespeare have been shattered
And we now call ourselves free men because we are not owned by Creole's anymore?

Guess what? You're wrong.

I came from a country that have been enslaved by Conquestadors for three-hundred years.
And even though we call ourselves free(we've got our own government and all),
We always choose to serve foreign people.
We leave our family, travel to a foreign land,
Serve other people's daughters and sons
But can never be there when our own kids blow their candles for their first birthday.

Am I really free?
I guess slavery isn't something that you can erase that easily.

Karl Allen Jan 2016

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**** it.
Last night, I didn't get any sleep.
I am awake for the last 24 hours thinking
How I never even got an inkling
That things are going south between us
And as such, you left without any promises of coming back.
But I didn't believe you.
So I waited for the next 12 hours telling myself,
"She will come back."
"She'll realize she's wrong."
"She will definitely come back."
"I can never be wrong."
But I was.
And it was the worst mistake that I've ever made.
How I just let you slip between my fingers.
How I never even bothered to read between your words.
How I let you look at him without even asking what was between the two of you.
How you speak about him all the time, but I never cared.
Now, all that I can think of is you and how you managed to find the reasons to leave me
But never even bothered to find one reason to stay.
And **** you for that.
I can never sleep again.
Because my dreams are filled with the sound of your laughs
And the feel of your touches.
And I will never sleep again.
Because rest will only give me more time to think of you
And I don't want to think of you anymore.
I swear, I will never think of you anymore.

Karl Allen Dec 2015

Sorry

I would like to say sorry
Not for the things that I have done when we were together
But for the things I never did.
Sorry for the words I never said.
Sorry for the moments I had with you but never missed.
Sorry for the tears I never shed when you left.
Sorry for the calls I never answered when you rung.
Sorry for the many times there are three words on the tip of my tongue
But I never let it slip.
Sorry for not holding your hand while we were walking together.
Sorry for not keeping my promises when it mattered.
Sorry for not betting on you when you believed in yourself so much
Not that it matters now, I know it doesn't.
Anymore.
Not anymore.
And sorry for not loving you forever
When I always told you I would.