"carina" poems
A bird in an aurulent billed mud-face,Living as a four foot two inch dragon in a San Franciscan cave,
Lifts off from a hot breathed murmur of Gideon.
Even in night the whole grandeur of movement
Soaking in red beeping heart-pangs
Fasten to the thrusts of his arms.
This post of vainglory was the opening of the year.
In July's open pores,
On a spatial plateau of Dodonian oak.
The Penguin
Unveils his weakened voice.
Flattening into a wide arrow
Draped from Carina he
Sails Westward. Barefooted through the Anavros
Molting under deep helplessness and melancholia.
With his inlaid eyes faced askance
The penguin broods
Among the day's songs
Cast into the poetry of the lyre,
Stretched upwards from Paradise Bay to Colchis,
Where his ebony wings
Soak into the palms of Peleus
Suffering only where the arrows have flung.
Downside up, with children in a pocket of blood,
Among supergigantic siren songs and muse poems
Sewing teeth into a spot of Earth
Races towards a column of toppling strakes.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
you smell like water boiling
with maybe a teaspoon of salt in it.
like safety, like a prelude to food,
like the reason everyone gathers in a kitchen during a party,
like home. which is cliche and sappy and ultimately true.
my least favorite poems tend to talk about how
cliche they are and how it's true anyway.
it's true I don't know another way to say this.
not yet. i think i'll learn.
there are constellations that you can only see from the other side of the world, that i've never seen.
the southern cross, phoenix, carina.
constellations I've seen over and over again.
orion, cygnus, the pleiades.
I've never seen them in your eyes. I'll never see them in your eyes.
There are still a whole universe of stars behind them.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
Our little teenage babushka
Carina Marie
flaxen haired beauty
with caramel pink complexion
and starlight eyes
I watch as you paint the world
with a vivid imagination and
the rich, dayglo colors of your
palette
Although I do wonder why you
hang cans from the ceiling
and tape a fork to the fan
all with an avant-garde shrug of
your shoulders
and a blasé smile
I see the hidden potential
bursting forth like a sudden
downpour of sunshine
A bright door opens in
the golden mist
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
I once held an angel in my hands. She was the most luminous, beautiful and fragile creature my eyes have beheld. I could not wrap my head around the fact that someone like her could exist in the same universe as someone like me. The whole time I held her she looked fine. She looked comfortable. Whenever when I'd adjust my hands or move my arms she'd hold on to me even tighter. She always had the brightest smile. And I swear her eyes held all the light there is in the universe. She seemed happy in my arms. But one day I notice her wings had burn signs and had started to fall apart. I asked her if she was fine and without hesitation she said she was fine. But I knew I was the one who caused those scars. One day she was holding tight and with her big smile, and without warning I opened my arms. I will never forget the look on her face when I let go. She looked betrayed, hurt and even a bit disappointed. I tried to explain that it was for her own good. That I had held her down for too long. That things like me should be near creatures like her, for there's always damage to be done. I never saw her since then, but I pray to every god there ever was, there is and there will ever be that one day she understands that I did it for her.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
Minsan mayo naman rason para magpadagos,
Iyo ito an perpektong rason para maghali.
An pagpili kan bago na agihan,
iyo lang an kaipuhan para kita magtalubo.
Kun ika nasasakitan sa saimong buhay,
asin namamati mo an kagabatan kan mga desisyon:
Lakaw pasiring sa too kun sain mayong totoo,
asin sa wala kun sain gabos winalat na.
Tandaan mo na maski magsain ka,
o kun sain man na bulod an gusto mo na sakaton.
Kun maabot mo an gusto mo, o makuha an gabos na pinagarap mo.
Mayo yan kun dae mo maapresyar an inagihan mo.
- Kaniguan ni Carina (hali saiyang tula Journey to happiness)
- Pig translate pasiring bikol ni Jan Celada
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
Deep below the surface
of a sea storm-tossed, frenetic
lies buried an ancient sailing ship
once bold but now pathetic.
Her rigging long since torn away,
her masts and canvas rotten,
naked bones alone remain
of sailors long forgotten.
She bore these brave adventurers
toward a brand new land.
She and they alike were cursed
never to reach a strand.
But if ye look more closely
at her shattered, mouldered deck,
ye'd find the priceless treasure here
hidden in every wreck.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
His eyes are beautiful,
His eyes were watching you;
His eyes are open and round,
when you see them they'll turn your frown upside down;
His eyes are filled with beauty and pain,
With no hopes of dreadful gain;
His eyes were filled with happiness now that has all been concurred by misery and agony,
To think that all that was present before was a big phony;
Those eyes that once made you feel safe are now the eyes that make you feel incomplete and to what purpose do you owe this defeat,
Times like this you try to fix but it's as if the pain is a record and once a smile come the pain will come back around as if it's stuck on repeat.
Carina j
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
I think we are afraid of the vastness
we fear the vastness
the wild untamed beauty of our true nature
The other day at twilight,
I was traveling with my niece, Carina
down St. John's Heritage Highway
the view was absolutely breathtaking
no houses, no development, no people
just vast stretches of old Florida
As we paused to look at the primeval vista
my niece said she found it unnerving - the vastness
I told her I loved it because it reminded me of meditation
losing awareness of our limited, ordinary self
we enter an inexplicable vastness, primordial void
people-less, formless, infinite
We feel eternal truth rushing through our veins
We are part of a larger picture
greater than anything we can imagine
In the starry arms of the blossoming Universe
we rest safe, secure and loved forever
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
sometimes
i dont know what to write down
sometimes
the papers too thin and
sometimes
it's the words
sometimes
i want to cry and theres
sometimes
when i can't.
sometimes
i can figure it out but
sometimes
when it comes to
sum time
it just doesn't add up
sometimes
when there is
sometime
before i'm gone
i take
some time
to remind myself how alright life is and
sometimes
it isnt but thats only
sometimes
and i really really want you to be okay
because these are some times
these lives, and youve had
some time
but not enough, not NEARLY enough.
sometimes
i don't know what to tell you.
sometimes,
you only listen for
some time,
and i don't know how to heal these wounds except with
some time.
but there are
some times when we're running OUT of time, but
sometimes,
there's too much, there are
sometimes
when the rain outweighs the
sun's time
and you're lost, but just give me
some time.
there will be some times
you'll be grateful you stuck around for
sometime
longer.
sometimes,
i won't be there but
sometimes,
maybe, you'll remember me
some, times
when you'll be happy, and those
some times
long ago, will be
some time
behind you.
sometimes,
you'll cry and
sometimes,
you won't because
sometimes
there isn't anything to cry over.
(sometimes
you won't know what to write down.
sometimes
the papers too thin and
sometimes,
it's the words.)
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
eyes swollen, eyes red,
and inside, my heart lies dead.
cheeks red, cheeks wet.
this cancer stick hasn't killed me yet.
shirt wet, shirt stained,
shirt stained with the blood and tears from my pain.
wrists stained, wrists marked,
our ¨love story¨ is f*cking tearing me apart.
the map is still marked, the map is right here...
that map was just ripped up out of fear.
you were here, but now you're gone.
i'm sorry for showing up drunk and puking on your lawn.
if im gone, if i left this world tonight,
would i see you again in the afterlife?
parts of my life, parts of my soul,
you still have some; you always made me feel whole.
your letters are drenched, your letters are tore.
your sweet words aren't spoken or written to me anymore.
your clothes are here, your clothes have stayed,
but your scent has gone; i wish it didn't fade.
i don't know why i'm still writing; you'll never read this.
maybe it's because i miss your hands, and your lips.
and your eyes, and that beautiful laugh.
and that smile... you always were my better half.
ashes falling, im inhaling.
before i know it, im on my knees praying.
wailing.
then on my back, laying,
waiting
to see you again.
to hold you again.
im counting to ten.
one.
too many tears, i can't see.
two.
even if it's not true, please tell me you love me.
three.
i can't breathe, what if i pass out?
four.
will you carry me home, and tell me what your dreams are about?
five.
i hope you'd say, ¨always you¨, like you did before.
six.
but that's impossible; you don't love me anymore.
seven.
i should stop counting, im not a thought in your mind.
eight.
but baby, i just can't leave our love behind.
nine.
i know when i open my eyes, you won't be here.
ten.
the pain im feeling from your absence is severe,
and now it's clear.
your voice is all that i hear.
but you're still gone, you'll always be everywhere but here.
and now, just like you,
i wanna disappear for forever, too.
©️ 2017-2018 CARINA RODRIGUEZ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
Blue eyes.
Yet those eyes were purple, golden, even red;
for those eyes were any colour you wanted them to be.
For those eyes believed what you saw and tried to see the world as you saw it.
The sun shines through those eyes, glinting at you with every emotion ever perceived to be true.
The moon lurks behind those eyes, ready to be noticed when you finally find yourself really looking at her;
Only then realising that not everyone needs the shine of a star to captivate a room.
For the moon will never fail to illuminate you in even the darkest of glooms.
For the moon learns to glimmer in its own alluring way.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
I am yet fascinated by the way you smile,
I am fascinated with the tone and masculinity in your voice,
I am fascinated with how you're man enough to let me take control of the steering wheel for a while, while we get life under control,
I am yet fascinated with how generous you are to others even those who've turned their backs to you,
I am infatuated with your entire bean, you are my hero in many ways even if you can't see it, you've been fighting a battle of pain and agony yet you can still manage to smile and laugh, and when you do it sounds like two angels are singing to my inner spirit. You are my strength.
I Carina Britney am and forever will be fascinated, infatuated, sincerely and deeply in love with you Joseph Britney
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC