"clarita" poems - Hello Poetry

Poema Code Switching By Aylin Soto-Aleman, Mercedes Caballero, Jesus Martinez, Marta Silva, Alex Alejandre 16.4.15 El final de una etapa The end, The beginning of a new journey un camino A un mundo extranjero Un deseo, un sueño A dream Haciendo mi propio path un camino rostros nuevos , new failures historias nuevas , new experiences a sequel to my story, con hojas rotas y mojadas INMIGRACION La memoria es un salto entre continentes crossing invisible borders swimming in the rios corriendo debajo del sol La memoria es los abuelitos ancestors cooking arroz y frijoles, flan, driving through for hamburgers, popcorn, sipping on horchata Basilica No todo lo que brilla es oro not all rainbows and butterflies, Clarita y sus cien años Ruben y sus Tacos del Camino Real El rancho Midnight movies Quiero a quien me quiera It’s been a long day, without you my friend Mexicanos al grito de guerra Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light Tepechitlan, Jerecuaro, Guanajuato Long Beach, Argentine, KCK, Chihuahua, A Distance Between Us El puente, the bridge. Three Little Pigs en casa, at home, don't step out marranitos, la llorona te va a llevar Memory is a leap between continents Cruzando fronteras invisibles, Nadando en los rivers Running under the sun Born in different places Pero las mismas intenciones

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC

aylin-soto-aleman

Immigration

Poema Code Switching By Aylin Soto-Aleman, Mercedes Caballero, Jesus Martinez, Marta Silva, Alex Alejandre 16.4.15 El final de una etapa The end, The beginning of a new journey un camino A un mundo extranjero Un deseo, un sueño A dream Haciendo mi propio path un camino rostros nuevos , new failures historias nuevas , new experiences a sequel to my story, con hojas rotas y mojadas INMIGRACION La memoria es un salto entre continentes crossing invisible borders swimming in the rios corriendo debajo del sol La memoria es los abuelitos ancestors cooking arroz y frijoles, flan, driving through for hamburgers, popcorn, sipping on horchata Basilica No todo lo que brilla es oro not all rainbows and butterflies, Clarita y sus cien años Ruben y sus Tacos del Camino Real El rancho Midnight movies Quiero a quien me quiera It’s been a long day, without you my friend Mexicanos al grito de guerra Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light Tepechitlan, Jerecuaro, Guanajuato Long Beach, Argentine, KCK, Chihuahua, A Distance Between Us El puente, the bridge. Three Little Pigs en casa, at home, don't step out marranitos, la llorona te va a llevar Memory is a leap between continents Cruzando fronteras invisibles, Nadando en los rivers Running under the sun Born in different places Pero las mismas intenciones

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Be so fractioned my split personality be split Never know who's comin' out Kinda like the laundry mat Does mine at the Wishy Washy Funny how things get all separated Whites all in a pile over here Darks and colors over there Breaks it down even further Gotta lotta red so that gets its own pile whilst medium and light colors be divided Blacks and blues just lumped together Then it just gets all mixed up again 'Cause truth is don't gots the dough to through down that many loads This riles Señorita Clarita Thinks I'm cheap so mostly, I end up lookin' like some techno tie-dyed fruit basket in girly pants Yeah, still be wearin' my sister's hand-me-downs Be some hard times for The Poet Launderette

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC

pj-poesy

The Poet Launderette

Be so fractioned my split personality be split Never know who's comin' out Kinda like the laundry mat Does mine at the Wishy Washy Funny how things get all separated Whites all in a pile over here Darks and colors over there Breaks it down even further Gotta lotta red so that gets its own pile whilst medium and light colors be divided Blacks and blues just lumped together Then it just gets all mixed up again 'Cause truth is don't gots the dough to through down that many loads This riles Señorita Clarita Thinks I'm cheap so mostly, I end up lookin' like some techno tie-dyed fruit basket in girly pants Yeah, still be wearin' my sister's hand-me-downs Be some hard times for The Poet Launderette

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I did love you once. -Hamlet Light floods the road invisible from the pavement turned into beds of beggars begging for the godly hope. People plainly pass perennial plot of pretensions. Peace tonight is fragile, so fragile that car honks fade, so fragile that tire screeching dies in the night. Above are stars eaten by smoke. The father and daughter shared the night with the blanket of stars made of dusts. (The night so fragile can’t hide their stomachs growling) 1. Clarita, 24 let the night pass under the warmth of coffee and her broken press whose myth died years back but never in memories. 2. (An old woman passed by with her cane fiddling the asphalt. I can hear her wishes. She wants to die.) 3. It was Clarita who smiled to all foolishness of childhood. True. It was her way to **** the marrow of life knowing Thoreau or not, from the threads of forgetting & horrors of remembering. 4. Her communique falls flat from what she supposed to say for she can’t utter a syllable so ironic that she just tend to pretend she never remembers she never cares for all what she need is to let things reveal themselves so apocalyptic that even herself don’t mind when. 5. (Lovers passed by with their hands swaying, either by gravity or by air) 6. Her mother tried her luck to pick cherry blossoms. Her father stole her past. Clarita killed them in the vignette of her neurons. 7. If only she can turn back in time and live like her diary’s wishes Clarita, whose heart pierced by a chance lost will redeem what she has to, & sleep like a child in a dusty bed where the blanket hide her & her universe. 8. The phone rings. She can’t ignore the line. 9. She hates the feeling of falling in love like how she hears the phone ringing in the middle of the night where insomniacs finally sleep from a distant snoring of customers barraging like thunders of senseless predicaments and tongue-tied promises. 10. Tonight, Clarita made a promise. She will let the night pass.

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Dec 9, 2016

Dec 9, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC

guido-orifice

Letting the Night Pass

I did love you once. -Hamlet Light floods the road invisible from the pavement turned into beds of beggars begging for the godly hope. People plainly pass perennial plot of pretensions. Peace tonight is fragile, so fragile that car honks fade, so fragile that tire screeching dies in the night. Above are stars eaten by smoke. The father and daughter shared the night with the blanket of stars made of dusts. (The night so fragile can’t hide their stomachs growling) 1. Clarita, 24 let the night pass under the warmth of coffee and her broken press whose myth died years back but never in memories. 2. (An old woman passed by with her cane fiddling the asphalt. I can hear her wishes. She wants to die.) 3. It was Clarita who smiled to all foolishness of childhood. True. It was her way to **** the marrow of life knowing Thoreau or not, from the threads of forgetting & horrors of remembering. 4. Her communique falls flat from what she supposed to say for she can’t utter a syllable so ironic that she just tend to pretend she never remembers she never cares for all what she need is to let things reveal themselves so apocalyptic that even herself don’t mind when. 5. (Lovers passed by with their hands swaying, either by gravity or by air) 6. Her mother tried her luck to pick cherry blossoms. Her father stole her past. Clarita killed them in the vignette of her neurons. 7. If only she can turn back in time and live like her diary’s wishes Clarita, whose heart pierced by a chance lost will redeem what she has to, & sleep like a child in a dusty bed where the blanket hide her & her universe. 8. The phone rings. She can’t ignore the line. 9. She hates the feeling of falling in love like how she hears the phone ringing in the middle of the night where insomniacs finally sleep from a distant snoring of customers barraging like thunders of senseless predicaments and tongue-tied promises. 10. Tonight, Clarita made a promise. She will let the night pass.

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