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yvan sanchez May 2019
quiet clusters of thunderstorms
scattered around a blue blanket

ships sank at the call of the voice
they cried out in their crashing
against the waves of (now) utter doom

sinking to the bottom of the seafloor
to wither away; untouched by light
they go and go, away from now

to be remembered in
another time and place
Paradise, 2019
yvan sanchez Apr 2019
calm, down a tired path
walks the poet, amazed
by earth and sky; more
bountiful and abundant
with its green sheen
separated by concrete,
brash and strong in its
indifference; where it
mends the wounds of time
and is resilient against
the aches of oblivion
yvan sanchez Mar 2019
sitting, revealing and absorbing
the quietness of a spring day in
the yard you grew up in
growing and dying like the plants
that surround your overgrown youth
that you can’t seem to let go of
equivalent in size to the universe
it heaves, begging for release
yvan sanchez Feb 2019
I woke up and it
was fall again, the
rain came in sheets this time

Hands touch, weary and
united in two, the
breaths come slower now.
yvan sanchez Feb 2019
I see you in Chicago,
where I first saw us, apart, in the future
I see you in Chicago,
where the film was shown a hundred times
I see you in Chicago,
where everyone asks where I’m going and I can’t seem to rip the words of my tongue,
I see you in Chicago,
where the endless roadtrip of drugs, alcohol and endless fantasy drove us through the unwise streets,
I see you in Chicago,
where you didn’t mind the mosquitoes of time biting into your skin,
I see you in Chicago,
where innocence and comfort meant nothing but bribery,
I see you in Chicago,
where you collapse into my arms again, exhausted, at the foot of my bed in the endless summer night.
yvan sanchez Feb 2019
there are some things i wish i knew
about you and the way you thought;
the way you made me your plaything
under the guise of me sinking into you
becoming; transforming—

i took you to my favourite place on earth
where we braced the snow and i
talked about the paintings we saw
and i never revealed the way
you reflected the beauty encapsulated
within them—
yvan sanchez Feb 2019
Back to the quiet tide of yesterdays ago,
That ******* in you I swore that I forgot
Comes to plant a kiss on my cheek;
There I go, sinking back into you

You were more than a set of songs
Or poems I wrote when I was drunk
Caught up in those quiet moments
Remembering how it was all taken away

I still live in that coy, sensitive side of you
That seemed eat away at young souls
Lost to the gleam of your simple words
Which attract and make me a part of you
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