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Dejé huellas en una pared a la que quizás nunca volveré.
Abuelitos se aseguraron de dejarme cada palabra necesaria para sobrevivir sin ellos.
Al principio no procesé que cada abrazo y regalo era un presagio del futuro.
¿Como podría olvidarlo?
Adormeciendo su existencia durante años;
caminando por un camino que estaba lejos del de ellos.
Mientras escribo, uno se detiene y uno continúa.
No sabía que cada palabra era un enigma, de lo contrario habría hecho más preguntas.
Pasos, uno se detiene y uno continúa.
Los dejo ir todos los días para seguir entendiendo los pasos.
Hoy se casa,
hoy se casa en pandemia,
estoy a nubes de ella.

Hoy se casa
hoy se compromete
a lo inevitable.

Y yo tan lejano
tanto la descuide
me fui lejos de ella.

Hoy se casa
hoy se casa en pandemia
y yo tan lejano
tan distante con ella.

Hoy se casa
y yo tan lunero,
me siento descosido
no hay que me aguante.

Hoy se casa
hoy tocan campanas
la quiero tanto
que sonrió lejano.

Hoy se casa
y mi alma quebranta
pero luego suspiro
mi alma la deja
que hoy se casa
mi flaca poema.
Today he is getting married,
today he is getting married in a pandemic,
I'm in the clouds of it.

Today he is getting married
today he commits
to the inevitable.

And I am so far away
I neglected her so much
I went away from her.

Today he is getting married
today he is getting married in a pandemic
and me so far away
so distant with her.

Today he is getting married
and I so lunera,
I feel ripped
there is no need to put up with it.

Today he is getting married
bells ring today
I love her so much
who smiled far away.

Today he is getting married
and my soul breaks
but then I sigh
my soul leaves her
today home
my skinny poem.
Dovrei essere proprio come te, Cuore di ghiaccio nero, Sii gentile, Un amico, come creare un'illusione, nella tua mente, sii vicino, fingi di essere reale, un modo per conoscere, i tuoi sogni, i tuoi piani, la tua prossima mossa ,

Quando vedo le tue aspirazioni, che ti portano avanti,

Essendo un maestro manipolatore, come te, pianificherò astutamente la tua caduta, come un giullare, ridendo con la folla, che sono convinto che tu sia sempre stato, nient'altro che quello di un immutabile intimidito.

Sei davvero solo un codardo, hai paura di qualcuno, fai solo uno sforzo per fare ciò che è meglio, hai paura di qualcuno, che non è nemmeno una minaccia per te, o per la posizione che occupi.

Dimostra la tua superiorità, fiducia in te stesso, essendo orgogliosamente audace! Il tuo orgoglio, la tua arroganza, la tua ignoranza, la tua cecità e la tua ipocrisia...

NO, non potrei mai essere come te, rovinando gli altri come fai tu, pensavo di essere lo sciocco, ora vedo, ora ** pace.

Quindi prego sinceramente. "Dio apri il suo cuore, per accettare la tua grazia straordinaria, attraverso di te, conosceremo entrambi la nostra parte, il nostro posto, e se non presto, allora in Paradiso, avremo

un'eternità da rifare. "Sì, ti amo sorella mia in Cristo!

- VenJencie Ⓒ Autore Ven J. Arnold
"I Could Never Be Like You," An earlier poem that I wrote is translated into Italian by me. The title is, "Non potrei mai essere come te."  ~SacredInkedBlood https://m.facebook.com/VenjencieCliftonArnold
Vanessa Goyal Jul 2020
How many tries does it take?
One too many creates a boulder,
That takes a mountain to climb.
The path is reborn at dawn but unfinished at dusk.
Moments filled with bricks,
Stolen from the ones that gave you breath
Slowly scraping the surface,
To unveil the colors inside
Only to find they were uprooted.
Seconds before your time
Vanessa Goyal Jul 2020
I am untied
Bound not by the broken leaves
Severed from the golden dew
Released from the budding rose
Sweet song fills my bones
One that if heard by others
Melts into the silence
Ridges lie flat beneath my feet
Untouched by the desire of the heart
Or the melancholy of the mind
Snow fills the footprints
That I leave behind
Masking the ghost of the trail
Exposing the grief within
Vanessa Goyal Jul 2020
Words spill out from under me
The twinkle in the distance blooms no more
Efforts and blood seem entangled
United as an entity only meant for destiny
My kingdom of walls soars higher
Growing roots with each brick
Late nights and wallowed time
Seep into the Earth
Never to unmask its colors
Wistful stares and bleeding hearts
Fit into the empty space
Built by the last stroke of life
That hid in the shadows of midnight toil
Hinges creak in the last breath of their time
To never let another through
Vanessa Goyal Jul 2020
My blood strains in my chest
In my gut
My lungs tighten by the second
I rush through my thoughts
Paralleled by the worry racing through my veins
Black ink follows my eyes through every corner
It taunts my memory
Demanding infiltration
But all I see is a jumbled haze
Of death sentences written on every wall
In every book
Steaming from the voices of those around me
Voices that reek of mimicry and torture
Voices reminding me I am empty, hollow
Crushed by the weight of expectation
I bury my head into the desire of the world
I allow myself to be dragged across fields of jargon
That penetrate my sanity
Numbness spreads like an alarm from my fingers to my toes
I succumb
I am a machine
Enslaved by the black ink
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