"conditionar" poems
I told myself I could walk to the moon once
As if breathing was never an obstacle
? I wonder if they serve coffee & donuts
And giving a piece the title of Untitled is still a title
Liquid courage comes best on the rocks
But she stares at me with a subtle smirk and a twinkle in her eyes
I did shower today-I deserve this attention
The air conditionar always breaks when it's in most need
And Tecate tastes great during a hangover
People believe what you tell them,
I've got to stop talking to the mirror
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
I slid in the warm embrace of the blanket. The chill of the air conditionar stroked my protruding arms-i forgot to take it off swing again. As usual laziness got the best of me and i decided endure the torture. My toes curled as i turned my attention back towards 'my sisters keeper.' my heart throbbed with empathy and before i knew it hot tears were streaming down my cheeks but my eyes didnt waver from the pages
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC