#yo
No siento nada ya.
Ni tristeza, ni felicidad,
ni siquiera el eco del éxtasis
rozando mis huesos.
Soy un cuarto vacío
donde antes alguien respiraba.
He perdido mi esencia
—si es que alguna vez fue mía—
y ahora camino con pasos prestados,
con un nombre que me queda grande
y una voz que no reconozco.
¿Quién era yo
antes de diluirme
en esta multitud de rostros idénticos?
¿Quién soy yo ahora?
Dímelo tú, si puedes,
porque yo me busco
y solo encuentro ecos.
Una silueta repetida,
una copia mal hecha
de algo que tampoco era original,
una grieta más
en el espejo infinito de los otros.
Y sin embargo,
en este no sentir,
en esta nada que me habita…
hay una pregunta que insiste,
que no muere:
si me perdí,
¿eso significa
que alguna vez fui real?
...
Hubo un tiempo en que quise ser grande,
extraordinario,
romper el cielo con mis propias manos.
Pero ahora me he vuelto ordinario,
terriblemente ordinario,
un latido más en la maquinaria del mundo,
un pensamiento que no deja huella.
Ahora solo observo,
desde esta calma ajena,
cómo se apaga lentamente
lo que tal vez… nunca fui.
J.Felix
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
***Your love my love,
You are my love
never abbreviated***
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
I miss you immensely
your lack, is a coldness that makes
my skin lonely, it begs to be
touched, to feel warm again
But i'm not cold, i'm just bored
of the normies, they aren't like you
don't excite me, or delight me
their ideas are old, decrepit, stale
and they're stuck chasing tails
I know you share my wonder
the thrill of finding what's under
the intricate tapestry of life's majesty
the universe undone, knot by single knot
How boring are those,
who do not wonder
whose minds no more sing, and chase things
Only you know, what I mean
when I stare into the void,
and know not
if its without, or within
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 3:12 PM UTC
What is this new-found lust for madness
Marching hand in hand with my blood?
Does Moon know it is shrouded
In the sky’s black love
When it is?
Last night, I tossed a rope up towards Jupiter
Tossed and tossed
Till the hook, like a talon,
Took hold of the peachy pearl
I climbed then
Clumsily up the sky—
Up and up I went
And watched the dusty city,
Its flickering lights, and glorious glamour
All beneath me
Oblivious in its slumber
I ruled it all
The yonder, the earth, and beyond
Then the gusts came and kissed me a storm
*Have you forgotten your place
Little human?*
And the rope wavered
Harshly so, as a dead man tied to a bough
I feared that Jupiter
Would flutter out of my grip
And send me plummeting
To the pitiless land
Where I am from—
But climbed on I did
Through all the havoc
Such was my desperation to soar
And the moon tusked
When I dared try kissing its light
A laugh so pure
I forgot the numb of my hands
Keeping me there
Where only the clouds are known to roam
Forgot the small, small
World below
And slipped I then
Out of the short-lived ecstasy
I was a child lost in a lake
My limbs moved and moved, immobile
Down and down did I fly
As winds above me rushed
Darkness was the blood of a lamb
Unwashed
And clotted
I whirled around myself
Till I did no more
What is this new-found lust for madness
Marching hand in hand with my blood?
I fear I will drag myself to my altar
And spill whole all
That is known of me
Till I am one in the silent night
Kissing my sick Moon to sleep—
Swaying to the faint sounds
Of the orchestra of winds
A dead dove tied to Jupiter
Far, far in the black
What is this new-found lust for madness
Marching hand in hand with my blood
Begging for war—
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 2:40 PM UTC
Shaken in a real sense by L.E.L. ie Letitia Elizabeth Landon/Mrs. Mclean's fate: immensely popular
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXIV)
I'd boyfriends, even kissed until that sense
Of ecstasy was buried sans avail
With gradeschool's innocence, but never'd scale
The actual height of love 'til Nigel thence
Took me in hand to teach my soul from whence
It sprung, though all in vain; where TyKlee'd hail
Me at my mother's tomb to steal in frail
Excuse my shattered heart betrayed fr'intents.
And now that Les taught me French kissing fer
Sheer moments of keen passion, none yet "knew"
Lo, me: I'm still a ****** Thieves in tour
Stole off, what? bits and pieces. Naught e'er woo
But they are false, yea, scoundrels. Love is poor.
I, as a violet, fade with silver dew.
11Mar19d
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
Keats swooned over a world that never was, except in dreams, and I've no use for that.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXIII)
In lieu of aught we know: blue skies t'avail
Sans blot of clouds 'til puddles mirror thence
Heavn's eye...take up the chalice to drink hence
That fragrant draught which yields as if to scale
More heady visions than we've drunk, t'exhale
Like sailors on the faerie seas, pretense
Our dainty meat; as lovers swoon for sense
Oer plighted troth, not as we know; sans bail.
Go into raptures likeas Keats would stir
And Byron knew to write, as Shelley drew
Up in his Ode, faint cuz ye know in tour
What minstrels sang in ballads, weaving to
Effect those silken strands to snare souls fer
The Devil's heights. Cuz what we have won't do.
11Mar19c
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC
Lluvia sobre paragüas mojados,
sed de semilla de amor;
la caída del otoño
resuena en la profundidad de la nada
y soy yo
pero no hay nadie.
//
Rain on wet umbrellas,
thirst for seed of love;
Fall's fall
echoes in the depth of nothingness
and it's me
but there is noone.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
I wish that I could go back,
Erase the pain I felt.
Everyday seems like a mission,
With the cards that I’ve been dealt.
We all live in pain baby,
Just admit it for yourself.
Despite my current attitude,
That’s hanging on the shelf.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
...say--whatever, nor how to say "ghastly" with another word.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCDXCVII)
O how the gutter drools in morning's pale
And ghastly eye, leaves fluttring down from hence
In lonely ones or twos, so yellow, whence
Look how November lays a carpet, hale
Aye golden, thick and musty, whose detail
Glows dimly under grey racks' twilight, dense
Calm is't? mair bitter than our souls fr'intents
Like, while Death stares us in the face sans bail.
Trees' naked boughs stretch upward as winds stir
The fallen with a careless hand. We do
Not look, but with faint shivring as it were,
Pull sweaters closer, hang up lights to woo
Warm feelings as the strands blink through this poor
Light, and rain weeps sans consolation, blue.
06Nov18a
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Mi corazón y el océano son polos opuestos,
por eso en mi corazón lo siento.
Me llora cada noche por no verme,
me grita con tormentas su añoranza.
Yo también añoro al océano
y de mis ojos surgen lágrimas saladas,
sal de océano.
Mi corazón se rompe y él lo sabe,
el océano lo sabe todo.
Sabe su soledad y sabe la mía
y sabe que estamos destinados a encontrarnos.
//
My heart and the ocean are opposing polea,
that's why in my heart I feel it.
It cries me each night to see me,
it cries with storms its longing.
I long the ocean too
and from my eyes salty tears emerge,
ocean's salt.
My heart breaks and it knows it,
the ocean knows it all.
It knows its loneliness and it knows mine
and it knows we are destined to meet.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo
I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo
A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo
Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled.
I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As the crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
Yea, rest in peace
You heard me twice, I didn't blink
Counting sheep
Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink
Time to sleep
I raise a glass to have a drink
I kissed your cheek
Rats don't have time to think.
I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As a crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Yes?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMXLVIII)
White gloves, a new dress lace and ruffles thence
Adorned, white stockings too, and that detail
Of patent leather Mary-janes to scale--
I was in grade-school, but for all intents
Felt grown-up cuz I'd bought those shoes, a sense
Was't? of erm, choosing 'non my wardobe hale
Proof being not yet a teen could yet avail
O, children of that feature was't? and hence?
Tis Easter Sunday 'gain, and not sae poor
At that cuz lo, it's April Fools now too.
So laugh at me since I kin still bestir
Vague memries of that childish grandeur's view
On life, safe in my parents' care, t'assure
You now that Easter's heathen, tis. And you?
01Apr18a (posted on allpoetry.com for their one-a-day thingy)
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
Extra...extra...Trumpasaurus Extinction
(Only a pipe dream)
Obsolete "FAKE" news
Extra...extra...Trumpasaurus Extinction,
Now Putin Rules As De Facto Leader!
Pastor Of Muppets – shout huzzah...
no mo' Trump he's Gone er re: ya
especially “father figure” for Miss Piggy
---------------------------------------------------------------
More'n a ***** dozen deeds done dirt cheap moon units ago
since presidential election took us down the highway to hell
emotional, social repercussions still reverberate
how reprobate Trump triumphed
graduating magma *** lug head
to become leader of free world
acing highest score (via cribbed cheat sheet)
per Electoral College examination.
noah yam aghast (still feel nauseated) as
Donald trump got nominated president elect,
or more apropos an inept apprentice,
though a teetotaler delirium tremens,
brings corporeal bris
ling foretelling premonition
oven approaching crisis
as one basket of deplorable,
whose shell shocked eggs ess
tints did not peter out
re: fate rigged 2016 election appalled hike con fess
at prospect outsize bully nabbed
most sought after house seat - ugh guess
thine psyche fearful that arrogance, indecency,
pomposity, and vivacity will break ranks and restore Hess
shun militaristic modus operandi crowning himself
King Kong of amerika - applauded
by a *** dread locked Klansmen less
or more, with spirit of a jolly roger intent
shredding sacred documents, and creating a mess;
ages will require to restore righteous, and officious,
amazing gracious steeped ford did legacy
of forefathers and mothers
(against trump driving the country
into wah hell in a hand basket),
which democratic rubric Paine stay king lee
easel lee trampled oh press
sieve lee in sync with missteps
made during on the job training
at national ex pence augments ominous
ramping up of tess toss tear roan,
wherefore if happenstance finds Czech mated express
train tearing down the tracts,
we the people of the United States might vouchsafe
for a veep ping Petsmart prodigy to take over - YES!
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Reince Priebus promises to hold sway,
while hi yam rez hind tune augur
race shin, more than approximately 300 hours ago,
a fate worse than death doth bode
despite hangover lingering effect
unable to shake mice elf sober
despite chugging nary an ale
memory summons back,
hide dashed hoof well-healed poem express
sing reaction while shuttered in me man cave dale
how Democratic Party did fail
to clinch nomination,
thus with measured words this male
wants to air and share his non-rapacious sentiments
others no doubt harbor various
seas sinned reactions that might pale
in terms - their private tear ring expressions
explicitly rant and rail against unexpected
and unacceptable result, where scale
of moderation heavily tilted
toward possible global travail
armaments stacked as thee Barron doth un veil
bombardiers carpet bomb
(whoops....accidentally kilt Trump heathen)
while manning his Taj Mahal casino gun whale.
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ABOUT ONE MILLENNIUM LATER
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what cha red back in history class i.e. yes...
that traitorous treacherous treasonous tale,
but truth told since time immemorial
whom sever decreed demise
of terrible lizard beasts aye
moost upend long entrenched theory,
and bid good bye
sans foursquare extinction reeks foul,
cuz one pea brained reptilian
o’er shadowed all as fiercest, he ranged free
amidst a cut throat rogues gallery
thee unnamable overlooked
sinister species sought supremacy
(gamut of miniature game pieces
model available at sundry department stores
wherever schlocky plastic model toys sold)
popular trapping of childhood imagination –
imbue vainglorious ventriloquist
inciting fiendish cry
such kiddy paraphernalia
forever a top selling plaything
snapped off shelves leaving allocated space bone dry.
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Since time immemorial dinosaur makeshift gewgaws
did cap cha ominous jaws,
and populated fertile land of cave dwellers
whereat swaddled kinder babes bellowed believable
farcically feigned ferocious fabrications foraging bankrupt
foretold foreclosure to espy real McCoy
perhaps assembled from mud, rocks and sticks
noisome predators snatching
voice some innocent prey -
ripping to tatters and shreds
unlucky victim rarely escaping
in fizz hicks of time – witnessed first hand proof positive
how I came that close (pinch thumb with index finger)
simian snack aye haint fool’n witch cha,
nar doth this medieval troubadour –
spin a yarn approximating
verity of nasty Hobbesian brute
trumpeting fiercely bruited
his bombastic buzz hard
carrion feed small fry to Golgotha donning topface,
could dice in a flickr emulate, and twitter
rang one excited live hotmail riding Pegasus,
while those in his Isis Petsmart warpath
on outlook to avoid get linkedin,
per imp (of the pervert) pale’n maws
simultaneously masticating and able to shutterfly
hither and yon, to and fro rousing
seditious twittering rogues gallery
of reprobate ruthless minions -
ruminants to become apprenticed
fired up en mass thru the art of the deal
vis a vis venal pet peeves
pygmy male hominids revered
his racially stirred debacle
while straddling as a humungous towering hill,
he pill or reedlike lex Lucifer usurpation,
whence auld dish diehard don nah sore
dominated as demented species,
thus, he didst not perish from this earth
boot yielded rubric of emperor by the peep hole,
four the pea pull, of the peep pill.
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This older ville lad spurs rumor -
more than just food for thought or eating crow
does generate quite a wishful after thought to flow
whence sum divine
wind blown comedic act, an inflow
of furies rise from Dante's hell - don bell low
aye wood pine fate to hammer
sic culled swathed headline oh
brings joy to the world wide webbed land,
where Rob zombie i.e. Ivan Ca Rho
into dustbin of hiss tory;
stuffing of legions of legends
recollection and object lesson to hooligans woe
full derelicts, who might be forced
to cease clowning around like - bo Zoë.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
I purchased a trademark a few weeks ago...
I am developing a Intelecutual Property
Called IP
Tokyo Surf
Have fun. Ttyl
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
my index finger connects each freckle on your skin to create new constellations.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
They say those who are the loneliest stay awake all hours of the night.
What if they stay up all night at day ?
What if they are surrounded by people ?
What if they aren't even aware that they are lonely ?
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
So they flee; once beautiful narratives detached from me and took off running.
For my own sake, I eventually follow and take off hunting.
Crossing the bridge to the ocean, finding no words above or beneath their pillars or the sun-setting shades on the water in motion.
Maybe I'll find the words perched on the bridge as a little black bird, who mirrored me in a way that resonated with my soul but whose tune sang not one melodic word.
I go to the ocean, and heavy waves collapsing onto beds of sand sighed no release for me, and I leave.
Home, I paint a picture and coaxed a thousand empty words out of it, that rang like broken records and sang to me deep into the night.
I awake to a blizzard, beautiful white.
A cold I felt I'd brewed with my mind
So I try and dive into a novel only to find my mind's waters shallow, and the pages became no more than ink printed paper.
I think myself incapable;
I look to the bottle, mostly white,
It sat on my nightstand by white papers that so longed for me to write.
I kick my head back and let the words pour from the bottle and back into me, loosening my grip, they could finally flow free.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
Uh uh yeah
a Mary-Ali original y'all
Puppies are the name
and petting is the game
When I see a puppy
I just go insane.
They so cute
and so fluffy
I even like them when they're fat.
I'd take a smelly puppy any day
over a cat
This rhyme is kinda short
But my love for the puppies is long
If you see a puppy tomorrow
Pls send them this song.
Word.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
You've never seen a mind but you know it exists.
I guess that's the same with faith.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
I know you seen that...
What? ... Her just switch cars like that?
Yup.... She doin' *****
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
Why do I always want to photograph
The flowers when they aren't in bloom
Why do I always crave the Suns heat
When all that's out is the moon
The same goes for you
When you are here it's like I barely care
But if you're there
I need you here with me
And why is it that when I'm far from you
You are close to me
And when I finally am next to you
Your mind is overseas
With some man you met
When you were away from me
I just want us to lock eyes
And feel our heartbeats rise
I want to be endlessly entangled with you
But that can never be
If you are close when I'm far
And I'm no where near when you're here
So maybe if we break our fingers
We won't have to feel the passion in our hands embrace
And maybe if we stop sleeping with hope in our hearts
We won't wake to miss the taste
The taste of what we were
And what we want to be
But what we will never be
Is who we were
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
*For myself, I cannot speak
Only its words seep through clenched teeth
I can feel it,
Crawling its way towards my lungs
Choking me from within
I'm left screaming in the darkness
And this demon does not listen
Alone; caged in my own mind
Forced to watch
As it slowly destroys my life
Separating my corporal form
From the only world I've ever known,
"It's easier this way,
to make your body my new home"
I've become a vessel for the devil
While my soul sits, tormented day and night
There will be no rescue mission,
All hope is lost to me*
I have become the monstrosity
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
tengo los ojos irritados de tanto extrañar
la garganta y la lengua quemada de tanto té
mis piernas llenas de rasguños de ansiedad
siento que no puedo esperar por ti
en cualquier lugar podría
conseguirte
conocerte y poder saber
lo que se siente querer otra vez
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC