"viceversa" poems
Tell me how can you fit an entire universe in your eyes.
How can the twinkle of the three hundred billion stars settle down in your smile?
Why do you cry galaxies
and sweat planets?
I'd prefer to have a meteor shower instead of butterflies
fluttering in my stomach.
Every hour,
every mile we roam,
wandering,
admiring the moon
while it follows us to take care of her commune.
For the stars in your eyes,
the asteroids in your stomach,
the whole universe you let out in every one of your chuckles.
You're not just a whole sky,
you're more than galaxies.
And I can't fathom
how someone so astonishing
could fancy a pure mortal.
With no twinkle in her eyes,
no galaxies when she smiles.
Not even a hint of magic,
would make her out of this world.
And the rays of sun
you stand below,
that make you glow beautifully,
would only make her eyes hurt.
For she will never be a child of the sun,
nor daughter of the moon.
Who's love is as impossible as ours.
Now that,
when the sun is alive,
living to its fairest,
the moon would die to let him shine.
And viceversa,
the sun would vanish,
for every one of the moons sparks
in a speck of time.
So you gleam.
Full of universes.
Full of light.
And she glooms.
Full of space.
Full of darkness.
Craving you,
seeking for your stars.
But she'd never forgive herself
if she dimmed your constellations,
or wiped away your planets.
Not even steal a single meteor from your stomach.
She'd rather turn away
than drag you to the void.
For she knows,
the sun would never feel the same anymore.
Your soul from outer space
would rot into a pit,
and she wouldn't scrape away your happiness,
not even for meteors in her stomach.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
*let me play with tongues
of sins and forgiveness
where words slip and lips utter
verses & cusses,
altogether!
and I am of heavy influence
pray then sin - and viceversa!
for the next ninety-nine days,
I am the holy angel but a mere devil*
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Nos enseñaron desde niños
cómo se forma un cuerpo
sus órganos sus huesos
sus funciones sus sitios
pero nunca supimos
de qué estaba hecha el alma
¿será de sentimientos /
de ensueños / de esperanzas?
¿de emociones / de tirrias /
de estupores?
lo cierto es que / ignorada /
el alma arde en su fuego
tiene espasmos oscuros
punzadas de ternura
suburbios de delirio
¿será tal vez una inquilina
del corazón? ¿o viceversa?
entre ellos no hay frontera
¿o será la asesora
principal de la mente?
¿o viceversa?
entre ellas no hay disputa
¿o será capataza
de la pobre conciencia?
¿o viceversa?
entre ellas no hay acuerdo
el alma tiene hambres
y cuando está famélica
puede herir
puede armarse
de enconos o de furias
no hay que pensar que el alma
es un tul de inocencia
ajeno a los agravios
que sufren cuerpo y alma
en el alma se forman
abscesos de rencores
tumores de impaciencia
hernias de desamparo
el problema es que no hay
cirujanos de alma
ni siquiera herbolarios
el alma es un secreto / una noción
una nube que suele anunciar llanto
pero después de tantas búsquedas
de pesquisas inútiles
y de adivinaciones
nos queda apenas una certidumbre /
que el alma no es el cuerpo
pero muere con él
1.3k
We lay down here,
Totally naked cuddled close,
Its not the ****** but the very beginning,
Can you hear the birds chirp,
They sing to imply knowledge of different universes,
As ur fingertips tickle my torso,
Look at the stars out there,
They look as if Spelling TRUTH,
Truth of our love,
Our brains wondering and pondering,
Resonating to feel all the feelings at the same time,
You ask me to guide to the ultimate truth,
Close ur eyes honey,
Just breathe with me,
As I breathe in, you do it out and viceversa,
Breathing shows us the path,
Because Air is present all around the earth.
And it consists micro-scent of ether,
Thats omnipresent throughout the universe.
It brings us knowledge of worlds beyond,
Your ******* so errotic, caressing mine,
I get goosebumps.
On every tip of my hair,
The light shines,
Can u see, its telling u something,
We are not the body,
We arent even the mind,
Close your eyes,
Feel my lips on yours,
You taste so sweet,
Concentrate between your brows,
Dont think of anything,
But just feel,
The planets,
The suns,
The moons,
Constellations,
Meteors,
Explosions deep in the sky,
Implosions that create black holes,
Go inside the black hole,
You are too strong to disintegrate,
A differemt world there exists,
Maybe demigods reside there,
I love your soft glowing skin,
The curve of your hips and *****
I love to caress your backbone,
Love the way you kiss my chest,
Time,
Wish I could just stop time now,
But no, you need to travel,
Touch all the time of all tbe 36 dimensions,
These times consist of knowledge that would lead your soul to its destiny.
Your neck seduces my hormones,
Is it cold there in outer space,
Maybe you are far beyond this world of planetary bodies and suns,
Maybe you see all the universes as a miniscule,
Yes go beyond that darkness now,
Dont worry sugar,
Im there wid you,
Kissing you, just feel the energy of my touch.
Now maybe you see a white dot from there,
Thats the miniscule I was talking about,
All the universes and dimensions in one white dot,
Thats the result of the ultimate truth,
It consists of all the facts which our soul seeks as knowledge,
Im inside u now,
Splitting your virginity,
Lets come together and touch the wild yet gentle ******
I told you I can just guide you to the truth,
And I showed it to you,
But what does it imply,
Where did all this start,
The big bang.??
Or before bigbang.?
Concentrate between your brows.
You'll get it someday soon,
Just a few light years it takes to touch the Truth.
I love you.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Tengo miedo de verte
necesidad de verte
esperanza de verte
desazones de verte
tengo ganas de hallarte
preocupación de hallarte
certidumbre de hallarte
pobres dudas de hallarte
tengo urgencia de oírte
alegría de oírte
buena suerte de oírte
y temores de oírte
o sea
resumiendo
estoy jodido
y radiante
quizá más lo primero
que lo segundo
y también
viceversa.
757
De carrasco a aeroparque y viceversa
vas y venís con libros y bufandas
y encargos y propósitos y besos
tenés gusto a paisito en las mejillas
y una fe contagiosa en el augurio
vas y venís como un péndulo cuerdo
como un comisionista de esperanzas
o como una azafata voluntaria
tan habituada estás a los arribos
y a las partidas un poquito menos
quién iba a imaginar cuando empezábamos
la buena historia hace veintiocho años
que en un apartamento camarote
donde no llega el sol pero vos sí
íbamos a canjear noticia por noticia
sin impaciencia ya como quien suma
y cuando te dormís y yo sigo leyendo
entre cuatro paredes algo ocurre
estás aquí dormida y sin embargo
me siento acompañado como nunca.
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*Riding a bicycle
was not a magic
But
a courage to fall
only to raise or
to learn the balance
an awareness
when you move to your left
shift your balance to right
a simple logic
During Bad think Good
and viceversa
Bicycle
If
You love take you places you want
you hate you stay there
Like peddling
without taking off the stand...*
People learned bicycle
can live better life than
Who don't....
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC