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Jan 2021 · 209
Release me
Cole M Jan 2021
Once again it was past midnight
when I woke up from my lethargy
and I couldn't feel a thing.

Nothing has changed
after all these years I couldn't live,
I'm still whining and crying
pointing to the sky with trembling hands,
waking up watching the same day over and over
and I can't help but keep asking to the void,

why am I staring at the same ceiling,
writhing in the same agony,
recalling the same gone days,
locked up in the same rotten body?

Because no one will answer,
please, God,
release me.
Dec 2019 · 278
Ansiedad I
Cole M Dec 2019
Me has podrido la carne,
ya fétida y flácida, atada
a esta infértil existencia.
Sin rebeldía alguna
me someto a tu yugo.
Derramemos mi sangre
y bailemos sobre mis
lágrimas en el fango.
Asqueados de este ente,
aniquilemos mi esencia.
Dec 2019 · 168
Nauseabundo optimismo
Cole M Dec 2019
Escupiendo mentiras
sobre esperanzas de papel,
llorando mercurio,
quemándome la piel.
Cole M Jun 2019
I feel I have nobody.
I live thoughtlessly,
with no flowers
and no sun.
I can't no longer
feel the sea breeze
against my mouth.
Alone
in the middle of a crowd,
nobody is around.
Feeling lonely
along with everybody;

there's no one.
"Casual poetry for clumsy minds I"
May 2019 · 178
Sin rumbo
Cole M May 2019
Vivo sin pensar,
sin flores, sin sol,
sin la brisa del mar.
Con gente, sin nadie.
Sola, yo y mi vestido.
El viento lo hace bailar.
Con gente, sin nadie,
sin alguien.
Estoy buscando a alguien sin cara.
May 2019 · 81
end me
Cole M May 2019
tear me apart
until i can cry no more,
bury me
deep in the dark.
within my delusions
i want to be drown,
in your arms
i want to be found.
Mar 2019 · 289
Spring flower
Cole M Mar 2019
Hello, spring flower.
Bloom for me.
Treat me kindly,
love me tenderly,
hold me close.
Stay, spring flower.
Even when the fall arrives,
don't go.
Even when the morning comes,
don't leave me alone.
Alguien tiene nombre.
Mar 2019 · 209
I want a gift
Cole M Mar 2019
I really do have nothing;
nothing but desires and lies.
It looks plain
under my skin.
I want something
like courage
to erase myself
or a magic spell
to be someone else.
Mar 2019 · 344
Dolor y diciembre
Cole M Mar 2019
Mis llantos ahogados,
el pálido cielo,
la lluvia viciada,
no buscan consuelo.
Jan 2018 · 495
Animal Weeping
Cole M Jan 2018
We didn’t have
any microphone.
We sang,
with the might
of twenty lions,
a savage melody
as soft as flowing water,
a deafening pitch
thar ripped the wind.
It was out of tune,
our joyful voices
lamented spells of hope,
echoing furiously
against the trees
and all over the town.
They heard us
but we didn’t mind.
Maybe everyone heard us.
They wouldn’t understand.
At that jade corner
of the world,
which was ours
and where only us could be heard
we sang with the might of twenty lions
until our voices faded away.
I don't know what friendship is anymore.
Cole M Jan 2018
Black ink was poured
amidst my mind:
tragic drawings,
blurred lines;
what a bittersweet sight.
With paper wings I fly,
tears dancing in the wind.
"Casual poetry for clumsy minds II"

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