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Laura Esqueda Oct 2015
One, Two, Three
Stood on a tree
Green, Purple, three
Green sang to purple,
Purple turned to three
“Do you hear? Do you hear..”
Three responds,
“I only see the beauty in front of me”
Purple fluffed
Green continued to sing
Purple turned to three,
“Do you hear.. Do you hear?”
Three responds,
“with you in my sight, sound is not for me”
Purple puffed,
While
Above the three, the leaves slithered a sneak
Green continued to sing
Purple to Green,
“Why do you bother, you cannot sing
More beautiful
Than I am me”
Green continued to sing
Purple begins to speak,
“You need..” then-
Tackled,
Taken,
while Green continued to sing
Three turned to Green,
While Green sang to the tree
Where Purple struggled-
Begging Three to see,
Begging to be seen,
Begging to be seen,
and on purples last breath
Three decided to speak-
“I need no sight,
As long as Green sings”
533 · Oct 2015
Man Vs Sea
Laura Esqueda Oct 2015
You see woman as nature
she is the woods winds mountains and seas
What came from the sky-
drops of water
and fire-
her insides

But

what have you done with nature
other than broke it to keep you alive

Is it romantic to say she is of the wild
as you call yourself captain of the sea
and man made fire
conquered its mountains
cut down the trees

Your only use of flame
is when it is contained
And there is no value in the mountain's gold
Until it is yours to own

You say woman is nature
with intent to utilize her potential
for your self-growth

its an illusion of power,
that she let be

Until

the wind rolls
and the storm grows,

ask the captain then
who's power is real;
the man's or the sea's
360 · Oct 2015
TWELVE PM MONDAY
Laura Esqueda Oct 2015
Margarita for Breakfast
Glitter on my Mind
Homer on the Screen
im running out of time
About the Bills
and with Nyro & Joel in the Air
im all about the bills
Broke as Hell*
and im losing the will
315 · Mar 2017
Untitled
Laura Esqueda Mar 2017
I don't want to be what you
prefer to see-
your tunnel vision for fiction
has draw me into light
made up for the deposit
of what I can only describe
as years of your built up self-despise

Until we find how to shake your pain
you will always be in my way

Im so sorry that you put so much into me
I feel so much guilt-
the future can't be promised-
and yet, I tried

It was not fair of you to ask me
to center your world and carry the weight of your fantasies-
and to forget that I have mine- but
I love you so much I tried

Now,

My heart inlined with my soul
I want to give you the world,
But not at the expense of my own
244 · Apr 2017
Untitled
Laura Esqueda Apr 2017
my love for you can only be sung
in ballads as a broken song

my love for you can only be seen
in the corner of my dreams

unfinished and frail
always so close, but never there

— The End —