"velasquez" poems
i was walking around
in the Tate
on the Thames Embankment
London that day
it was hot hot hot
the heat haze
shimmered
above the river
like the sweat
that rose off my back
i saw you
all mixed up
with Picasso's
misplaced eyes
in Malaga blue
long necks,
curved limbs askew
morning balconies
the sculpture of a goat
made of a basket
***** ram
with a bicycle seat
we weren't allowed to ride
i kept thinking
of painted naked flesh
Velasquez, Degas, Matisse
and flying to Malaga,
Barcelona, Granada,
Paris, Venice, New York
all the cities we could **** in
over and over and over
if we ran off
together right then
any cheap hotel room
with a bed
and a shower
would do
we could give up
on looking at art
completely
screaming
meaningless
poems
words
endless
passionate
words
consumed
by life
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
Dylan Klebold (17)... Senior.... September 11, 1981- April 20, 1999
Eric Harris (18)... Senior.... April 9, 1981- April 20, 1999
Cassie Bernall (17)... Senior.... November 6, 1981- April 20, 1999
Lauren Townsend (18)... Senior.... January 17, 1981- April 20, 1999
Rachel Scott (17)... Senior.... August 5, 1981- April 20, 1999
Corey DePooter (17)... Senior.... March 3, 1982- April 20, 1999
Daniel Mauser (15)... Sophy.... June 25, 1983- April 20 1999
Daniel Rhohrbough (15)... Sophy.... March 2, 1984- April 20, 1999
Dave Sanders (47)... Old **** October 22, 1951- April 20, 1999
Kelly Fleming (16)... Junior.... January 6, 1983- April 20, 1999
Steve Curnow (14)... Freshmeat.... August 28, 1984- April 20, 1999
Matt Kechter (16)...Sophy.... February 19, 1983- April 20, 1999
Isaiah Shoels (18)... Senior.... August 4, 1980- April 20, 1999
John Tomlin (16)... Junior.... September 1, 1982- April 20, 1999
Kyle Velasquez (16)... Junior....May 5, 1982- April 20, 1999
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
over millennia the question
what is beauty
has occupied the minds
of great philosophers
museums, galleries, and private homes
as well as public monuments
display the sculptures, paintings, texts, and movies
created by the artists of all cultures over time
with figures, colors, poems with(out) rhyme
looking at that variety
I do remember words of one much older
“beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
Picasso speaks to one, Velasquez to another
some prefer Shakespeare, others e. e. cummings,
in movies we find Billy Wilder or Fritz Lang
right next to Eastwood or Sarandon
which of them we enjoy with great abandon
depends on whether they can touch our heart and soul,
move us to tears, stir our thought,
or simply leave us speechless
we have that soft spot for the beautiful
reminding us that there are things that go beyond ourselves
they touch us gently
like the morning songs of elves
till suddenly the brilliance of human art
reaches the very depths of our heart
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
Zoning out,
with indie music dancing in the air,
sitting alone on a couch,
my mind can't help but stray towards you.
I wonder what you are doing,
and if you ever remember me,
for my head is clogged of thoughts containing,
only you.
I'm brought back to your driveway,
90' degrees of sun beaming down on our faces,
starting to sweat but I can't let go,
saying good-bye always brings a tear to my eye.
I can still feel your strong, tight arms,
forcing pressure and intense emotion into my body,
enforcing me that you want only me...
those are the best hugs.
Then I get the thought to write my heart out,
but it's overwhelming me,
hearts pumping rapidly now,
and Im filled with so much love.
I can't wait to let it all out,
share our happiness together,
push our egos aside,
so our souls can become one.
-Kayla Cory to my love Gabriel Velasquez <3
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
what would a world be
without defined beauty
as media defines it
how would that come to be?
every baby on earth
has worth
beauty
how it should be
but nobody knows
what beauty means
you don't see it in a mirror
though your mirror is you
that's beauty to
you see it in a dream
in the darkest of worlds
she stands up tall
in each and every fairy tale
she is fairest of them all
you see beauty in a pure heart
every night going to bed knowing you've play'd your part
and she has
i'm proud to be me
"i don't want you to stand up for me
i want you to stand beside me"
Lizzie Velasquez
i'm with you Lizzie
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
Warm embraces come with every step.
The wind is an encouraging friend saying: “You got this!”
Towering buildings evoke hope and provoke smiles.
A music playing that only I can hear amidst the busy pathways.
Vehicles are obstacles to be conquered by careful looks of left and right.
Then I cross the street and walk more
and more and more.
Alas, I reached my destination—
an infrastructure where dreams are planted and watered.
Everyday is the same yet everyday is a little more different.
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC