Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Meruem Nov 2018
You gave me good memories;
Something I can keep.
Like sweet lullabies,
Singing me to sleep.
November 8, 2018 01:49

I really miss you, Maria..
jerely Nov 2018
bring me back
to the old days
where it only happens
for those 80’s season
where music is great
where dancing is a must
where anyone is having fun
where laugh and youth
are only desired
where communication
can still connect when
or wherever it may go far
where everyone is finding joy
out of small things
living the present in
every moment
of time.
just listening to 80’s music
it is something that brings me to that time.


jerelii
11/07/18
copyright
Aaron LaLux Oct 2018
The 3 Crucifixes sit,
atop this city like a tombstone,
but this grave feels so alive,
so vibrant in it’s Post-Colonial glory,

the Spaniards came & went,
well “came & went” is too courteous a term,
but hey either way wherever your beliefs may lay,
they left & when they did they left behind their language & La Ermita Church,

now what’s left is gift wrapped & embodied in Native Blood & Colonial Skin,

ancient wisdom lost in translation all in the name of The Cross,
sacred status melted down for the gold they contained,
I wonder if Colombians or any South Americans for that matter,
think about the past past but the remnants that were left when speaking Spanish,

I guess the Spanish never really left,
& the Inquisition is finished but still I must confess,
Native Blood & Colonial Skin is a pretty good combination,
because 200 years after they left look what we get,

a vibrant culture a wonderful mix,
late night Salsa fiestas at Zaperoco,
hot weather hot food hot women hot music,
& vibes so alive you’d almost forget about the looming tombstone,

watching everything like it’s on replay,
like everyone is already gone which they as in we will all be one day,
when Nature finally returns to reclaim,
what was rightfully Hers in the first place,

in the same way Colombians reclaimed Colombia once the Spaniards went away,

but until Nature comes back to reclaim it’s arepas salsa & coffee,
it’s a beautiful day in Cali let’s have a lively debate over empanadas panela & pollo,
partying from sunset & on in to the humid Cali night,
making such amazing memories that we temporarily forget about the crucifix tombstones,

but all the while there those 3 Crucifixes sit,
atop this city like a tombstone,
but this grave feels so alive,
so vibrant in it’s Post-Colonial glory…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
Christy Lei Oct 2018
a rain-soaked soul
dwells in
a sun-kissed body.
rchrpoet Oct 2018
I'm  dealing my angels among with my demons
once again I'm facing myself in the mirror

Darling save me from this torture tonight
i can't fight this no more come and make me alright

Dark souls are watching me from above
they ask me what is pure love

Butterflies in the stomach, paradise in the eyes
anxiety and passion are fighting with lies

Misunderstanding words tragedy and loss
who knew that i may be false
Theshygirl Oct 2018
I woke up in a good mood
a strange occurrence for me
something I only experience
once in a blue moon
or however that expression goes.

I woke up in a good mood
I felt alive for the first time in a long time
I smiled, laughed, joked
but this time the smile was real
and I looked forward to the rest of the day.

I woke up in a good mood
and everything was fine
until it was all crashing down again
a smile faltered, a laugh stifled, a joke lost
and suddenly my mood wasn't so great.

I woke up in a good mood
I promise that just a few hours ago
I was doing fine
better than I had been in a long time
and to say I don't know what happened would be a lie.

I woke up in a good mood
and I don't want to point fingers
but if I wanted to I could
I know whose at fault
and as much as I want to say it was me, it wasn't.

I woke up in a good mood
or at least I think I did
but maybe it was just another mirage
a sliver of false hope
that only lasted for a few hours.

I woke up in a good mood
but I don't think I will tomorrow
or the day after that
maybe never again
but I guess that's not really up to me.
mjad Oct 2018
Our song comes on as you hit the gas
75 on the freeway
You're going too fast
But today you don't care
You shout the lyrics
And play with my wind tangled hair
Esther Oct 2018
bubbles popping
rain dropping
time stopping

thoughts speeding
mind bleeding
I am dreading
where I’m heading

words slurring
vision blurring

time stopped
Ek Oct 2018
Sprinkling crystals dipped in glass
ray of prisms breeze my eye
sunshine rhythms hide in grass
floating sugar on the pie

Neon lights pass to scroll
while purple midnight breathes
jacket goosebumps stockings stole
four-wheeled lion grumbly seethes

Honey nectar slumbers my eyes
whitewashed lace tangle my face
gentle buzzings of pastel sky
as cotton candy sank with grace

Open heart box standing in the rain
cries diamonds for to call her name
the poetry train caught riding to Spain
set carnival dewdrops on red flames
Next page