#sandoval
I was an infant soul.
He came to me in my dreams
as a lullaby only I could sing.
And he watched as I swiftly
rocked myself into a romance
only him and I could sway to.
Sandoval
Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
But it was my fault
thinking we could build statues out of dust
we dissolved with the wind
and when autumn came
we became ruins inhabited by
the memories of May.
Sandoval
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 7:08 PM UTC
I am not paradise.
I am a broken angel.
A featherless pair of wings
and a burnt out halo
this is what you'll get
with me.
Sandoval
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
She
looked for
love in
closed lips;
being deaf
to all the
rest calling
out
her name.
Sandoval
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 4:22 AM UTC
And if you
silence me,
let it be from
your eyes
intertwining
into mine
like two *
constellations*
traveling through
time.
Sandoval
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
I am not a princess
that needs to be saved.
I am a broken warrior,
a Valkyrie in distress.
An echo of a forgotten
strength that always comes
back in vigorous ways.
Sandoval
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC
There’s a
reason your
name is a
past tense;
destiny knew all
the broken
hearts you’d
leave behind.
Sandoval
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 4:29 AM UTC
*Daydreams are
dangerous;
they carry this false
happiness
that confuses our anxiety.
Then they leave us,
vulnerable to cope
with our reality.
Sandoval
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
Love me in black or white.
I'm sorry sir,
but grey is not
compatible with my heart..
Sandoval
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
And if music were love, would my name
be the only letters you’d sing to the sky?
Sandoval
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
There will never be
enough wine
to drown your
memory,
just
like there will never
be enough words
to write you
out of them..
Sandoval
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
I was so focused on not
losing you,
that all along I never realized
it was you who was
losing me.
Sandoval
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
Appreciate the
loneliness in me,
one day it won’t
beg for you no more.
Sandoval
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
Our love was
a playground;
he played me
however he
wanted, and
my heart with
scrapped knees
would fall for
him every time.
Sandoval
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
We locked eyes
and I knew then,
There was nothing
more beautiful
than the color of
tragedy. It’s like I
euphorically
traveled In time
and submerged
my soul in an aura
of different emotions
love, heartbreak,
loneliness, hope,
all at once. An
adrenaline of hues.
Don’t we all live for
these feelings of
inspiration? The
addictiveness
of its vibration..
Sandoval
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC
Your ghost hands
still haunt my
wrists so I write
of phantoms
I’ll never kiss.
And I dream of
you at night
You promise
never to leave
But I wake up to
just an echo of a
dying memory.
We’re a cycle
you and I
you leave, I cry
You hurt,
and well I write.
Sandoval
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
Let only death
take your
lingering scent
away from me,
for there are no
ethereal
greetings,
without soul aching
absences..
Sandoval
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
He’s lived within me
he’s been locked inside
the sporadic freckles
of my skin all along.
Please don’t
beg me to look at you;
for you have always
been the reassuring wind
that’s surrounded me;
but he, he is the eternal
night sky.
And could you not tell my love?
how the dimming
constellations in these
eyes of mine will always
mourn their home..
Sandoval
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 4:43 AM UTC
He tells me
I belong to him.
He bathes me
in promises
and then dries me
with doubt while
I’m soaking
in his lies,
we promise each
other eternal love
night after night,
and yet
once the sun comes up,
he always
says goodbye..
Sandoval
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC
He had
those
heartbreaking
Bogart eyes,
that sad,
tender look
when we last
kissed
goodbye
Sandoval
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
Advice to Young Poets
by Nicanor Parra Sandoval
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Youngsters,
write however you will
in your preferred style.
Too much blood flowed under the bridge
for me to believe
there’s just one acceptable path.
In poetry everything’s permitted.
Originally published by Setu
Keywords/Tags: Nicanor Parra Sandoval, translation, youngsters, young poets, blood, bridge, poetry, style, genre, method, path
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Poor little
Mexican
girl;
in love
with the all
American
boy..
-Sandoval*
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
But your soul
and my soul
are sown together;
maybe not in
this world,
but in the stars,
in the air,
in other galaxies,
these strings
we carry are
eternal..
Sandoval
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
The devil
exists;
he's a pair of
green eyes,
and a 2 AM text
message in the
dark..
Sandoval
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
You said you
were made to
swim free;
but, my darling
I'm a harbor not
the sea..
Sandoval
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC