"rottens" poems
It's 2:04 am and all i can think about is you.
it's 2:04 am and all i am is numb.
They say cigarettes rotten your lungs
little do they know love rottens your soul
breaks you into pieces
releases the words, "I'm fine." out of your mouth while all you want to do is scream out the pain love has caused you.
I keep thinking about the day you listed the things you love about me
over a screen.
My friends told me to be careful about things people tell you over a screen
they told me, "People throw on different faces over a screen but their eyes can tell the truth."
And I ignored and continued to believe the words you sent over that screen.
And when it all fell down to pieces, all I thought about were the 2:04 am conversations.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Y ante la bondad del mal,
nos encontraremos.
Y ante la maldad del bien,
cabalgaremos.
Y de la piel de nuestros caballos muertos
saldrán mudas hormigas,
que centellearán al anochecer
entre los destellos de mi cuerpo que se pudre.
Y ante la bondad del mal,
moriremos.
Unidos para siempre en un abrazo finito
como finas son las hojas sobre las que escribo.
Y ante la bondad del mal
nos encontraremos.
Preparados para morir,
si no ya muertos.
Y sólo entonces nos comprenderemos.
Y sólo entonces centellearán nuestras bocas
como las hormigas que salen
de la piel de nuestros caballos muertos
And before the goodness of evil,
we'll find each other.
And before the evilness of good,
We'll ride.
And from the skin of our dead horses
mute ants will come out,
which will glisten at sunset
among the flashes of my body that rottens.
And before the goodness of evil,
we'll die.
Forever joined in a finite hug,
like fine are the sheets on which I write.
And before the goodness of evil
we'll find each other,
ready to die,
if not dead already.
And only then we'll understand each other.
And only then will our mouths glisten,
like the ants that come out
from the skin of our dead horses.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
The light is no longer on
Your memories are no longer welcomed
The stairs we used to sit and speak about the future
Will stain and rotten as time goes by and it will be a grim reminder of the lies that unfolded
My windchimes will blow gentle cries into the air
A reminder of when you first kissed me in that cold January night
When my heart skipped a beat
Clueless to the pain it would entail
But as the porch rottens so will my memories
Till one day they will cease to exist and like the porch it will crumble.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
This world taught me very well
How to survive in a prison cell
Retreating in a fleeting moment
From the heavy hand of life’s opponent
Throwing pennies in a well
Even wishes are for sale
And the universe holds a reward
For those who live beyond the sword
Yet beyond the sword remains a fist
To take a swing, who can resist
Whether right or wrong it’s never forgotten
It’s one big race of Johnny Rotten's
The eyes in the mirror would have their say
But I turned my head and walked away
The rage in our heart won’t be silenced
Even if we abstain from a life of violence...
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
Maybe he was my forbidden fruit ,the bite that rottens the Soul,
The Soul that reeked of his blended poison of love and Agony,
Agony,disarray ,desolation everything despairing and yet him i still Yearn
I Yearn for the roots of his intimacy that yielded these fast pounds of my Heart
A Heart that can no longer be instructed on how or when to cease from loving HIM.
Loving Him has grown into these weeds that I try each day to uproot from this garden of Forsaken
Yes,Forsaken,deserted,deeply absorbed in the soils of his Mess
My Mess,his ,whom to blame?Existing in his hazardous habitat is all I know
All I know now is waking up to the echoes of the silence of his heart when mine calls out his
All I know now is living through the plague of his touch ,when my body desires for his
All I know now is sleeping in his bed of absence with hope that one day ill be HIS
All I know is that I am hopeful of a fertile fate and the harvest of redemption awaits
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC