"simular" poems
I've been told that a catapiller wrapped snuggly in it's cacoon like the bed-time burrito of my youth feels very simular to the feeling i give when i hug. I've been told that i squeez just right, with the warmth of a summer night. I've been told I hug like a lover seeing her soldier for the first time in years. The few people i hug ask me how i hug so well.
I don't.
I hug with the pain of yesterday.
I hug with the scars on my wrists and the blood on my legs.
I hug with the overdoses, the addictions, the emptyness, the abondonment.
When i hug, i send a message.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Walking backwords
A world familiar
Now old
Wise and not so simular
The harshness is now kisses
The misunderstood was meant to be good
I'm traveling the same road in a different wardrobe
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Fue Cervantes quien relató con su pluma sabia
la extraña historia de dos amigos florentinos
que por amor forzaron sobre sí la desgracia
al maniobrar con impertinencia y desatino
en el ánima de una recogida muchacha.
El esposo con el amigo la puso a prueba
pidiéndole que a su mujer hiciera la corte
sin prevenir el impertinente a dónde lleva
la duda cuando no cuenta con ningún soporte.
Y el que pretendía sólo simular amor
para satisfacer al esposo empecinado
y comprobar de la mujer lealtad y honor,
termino, al fin, de sus virtudes enamorado.
De tal modo que el marido quiso probar la honra
colocándole acechanzas a la castidad
de aquella desprevenida y sosegada esposa,
las que fatalmente minaron su voluntad.
Lo que comenzaron como una prueba fingida
terminó en calamitoso engaño verdadero
porque quien pone trampas a la luz y la vida
termina transitando por oscuros senderos.
(Jorge Gómez A.)
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
Todos te desean pero ninguno te ama.
nadie puede quererte, serpiente,
porque no tienes amor,
porque estás seca como la paja seca
y no das fruto.
Tienes el alma como la piel de los viejos.
Resígnate. No puedes hacer más
sino encender las manos de los hombres
y seducirlos con las promesas de tu cuerpo.
Alégrate. En esa profesión del deseo
nadie como tú para simular inocencia
y para hechizar con tus ojos inmensos.
882
She asked me
where I get these ideas,
and I told her
it's things I care about
that just come to head.
But sometimes I wonder
if I'm the poet I say I am,
or if I really can
express how I want to help people,
because I waste my time writing instead.
He told me
I'm a godly man.
But you don't know my brain
the way you know my game;
you don't know my pain
the way you know my name.
You and I, man, we have
simular hearts.
Correlative stories, in a way, just
different parts.
Because I know what's going through
your head.
You put on an affectation but in your mind
there's a war instead.
Doubt.
Deep seeded self ambiguity.
Creeps in my conscious,
conjuring my fears.
Keeps me up at night.
My mind wanders,
I ponder my failures.
Fuels my dormancy.
It's the testing of my faith, I know.
I know the truth, then why am I guessing?
As if I forgot that I am set apart.
But still I feel like I'm less than,
ignoring my blessings.
I have been given His Word as
my protection.
I have been called to be His ambassador.
I'm His beautiful possession.
So Lord,
please do not forget about me
when I doubt you,
because honestly,
I'm no good without You.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
i fall in love a dozen times a day
with lips as they dance on a down-turned face
with the wilting words they say
with that same face
when it takes the shape of a reaction
you'll get distracted
when our eyes cross like sci-fi light beams
and it will seem as if i'm looking at you the same way that i bat my lashes through the telescope's lens
it doesn't depend on much
just that we so happen to share the same space
and an eerily simular pulse
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Dearest Hill
I am writing this to you my love to prove my mom wrong... I there's is more then swearing that connects us. We have Kindred spirits who have simular experience and interests and goal. That and feel safe telling you my secrets.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
Forensically they say
That no two things are the same
Nor simular
But that is wrong
For the Pleiades
And the Big Dipper
Look a like
Like twins.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
Tal vez sea imposible no amarte, imposible no quererte luego de que hayas demostrado ser una persona que también siente.
Imposible no caer ante esa sonrisa que nubla mi razón. Inevitable no mirar tus bonitos ojos que brillan y llenan mi corazón.
No me olvido de tus cachetes regordetes, tan rosados y
tan sobresalientes, similares a dos perlas resplandecientes.
Tal vez te amo por tu dulce voz al cantar o tus delicados movimientos al bailar que recuerdan a olas del mar bajo el alba. Quizás por tus palabras que llegan a simular un abrazo a mi alma.
Es increíble todo lo que causas en mí con solo existir. Es verdaderamente impresionante que sea imposible no amarte.
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 7:08 AM UTC
Brain explosion, pop like a balloon bloated up by the heat of a long summer,
None violent tendencies with such ****** hands, can I still call myself a non harmer?
Cuts and bruises beneath the skin of my feet, for walking long days on short miles.
Copies of programs, settings and ideas stored up in a brain in a number of files.
Explode.
A dead man would tell no lies yet keep a thousand secrets.
A new hope would be born in a small corner but built up of a thousand pieces.
Explode.
Day's of old times amongst these young people of these simular days.
Stacking up all that is the past in bales of hay.
Today is a Tuesday and tomorrow shall be another new day,
And the days before that came before moved on really fast and not always here to stay.
Explode.
The house in my brain has expanded by an explosion of the love and rage.
Could this be a new chapter in this story, a turn over of a new page?
I used to hang around with people with square faces while we were playing circle games.
I hung with new strangers with old family names.
Explode.
Smoke clears the air while the air is still bleeding.
Not too sure of where I'm going yet I'm still believing.
Today was once my yesterday but I'm touching on tomorrow.
I have too much love in my mind, would any of you like to borrow.
Explode, now my mind is blown to many former pieces, come breathe in this brand new,
Now looking up to a Heaven, they know what is I ment next to do.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC