"contageous" poems
your touch is like electricity in my veins
i crave you
you're like the sun
radient, warm
your smile is contageous
it could cure anthything,
it cured me
they say boys are made of snakes and spiders,
but they haven't met you
you're sweet, you're sensative.
everything about you invites me in.
the way you caress me when we say our goodbyes,
to how you stroke my smoothe skin, showing me that you love me.
but what you probably don't know,
is that i would cross the 7 seas to kiss you one last time
i would climb mountains to see you smile,
or to feel your kind embrace
because i've never loved someone like i love you.
but i'm cold
and you burn.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
*"I know it's back. I can feel it;
The pressure behind the eyes..."*
He's sixty. Missing front teeth
Make his grins cartoonish
And contageous. Some days
Colleague, others
Father.
Now, hammer-steel
Eyes well up. Hands like
Shovels pretend to scratch the
Bridge of his nose.
Devil Cancer. Ugly, old *******
When he passes on, Valhalla
Awaits.
Don't tell me there's no battle
In this.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
I probably don't remember everything
about my first day in college
or the fisrt time that we met
sometimes i even forget
the date my birth is celebrated
.
but for that day i rember everything
from your low heel black strap shoes
sounding the beat everytime your
feet touched the ground
as you walked towards me
and there was the glowing white
emanating from your blouse
the matching was impecable
and although
they call me color blind
but even then i saw it
.
then there was your voice
soft and articulate in speech
yet still firm and stern
accompanied by a contageous laughter
.
at first i thought you
were about to cry
that was when i noticed
that natural glitter in your eyes
you had just plaited your hair
it was sprayed and shiny
holding to a pony behind
.
thats when u spoke to me
then i kept saying "ati"
not because you were unclear
but the sound of your voice
was so soothing and comforting
somewhere between opera singing
and a choral verse recital
.
you were still a young girl
but thats when your wings grew
somewhere the july cold
and you flew away from us
we still miss you every august
.
i wish you were here to see
how she has grown since
she nolonger plays with small
dolls like she used to
but i know you are looking
from up above you see us
alot has happend between
and some day i will tell you all about it.
She talks about you sometimes
but i am still unable to explain it all
i dont know if she will understand
i even dont know what to tell her
but if you were here
you would know exactly what to tell her
like you she is perfect
.
sometimes i cry alone
and preffer to be left alone
not because i like being alone
but because its easier
to immagine by myself
what you would do or say in such situations.
fly safe my friend.
and keep passing by
dont be gone too long.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
like dust catching sunlight
those swirls we're floating on
never let us touch for long
always carried away by life and its plans
where we end up none of us knows
but you looked so magnificent up close
that golden guilded flash of you
it was contageous and after circling around we saw our moment
and we held on to each other as long as we could
it wasnt enough.
maybe next time when I see you after floating in the sun
our dust specks will settle in just the right way
and may we lay there forgotten
for the rest of our days.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC