Saturday, December 11, 2010

pain

Void.

Reluctance.

Afraid.

Excruciating.

Throbbing.

Breaking.

Abyss.

Pieces.

Empty.

Reprieve me.

Pain.

Console me.

Friday, December 3, 2010

LUNA


She wonders about stars so little

And the moon so alone

And at daytime she looked again

Then, right then she sees no more

She sings, and oh she smiles

She cuddles her breath

And wave, and sigh

The flowers she weave

In the tears she keep… slowly…gently…died

There, oh the moon, it speaks to her

Like a father gently dying at ease

Look! Its face tremble and grieve

Because she, she lost forever..And gone

Her identity she locks in peace

There, the smiles mock the fear

There, the calmness takes the tear

Her sanity…she left in abyss

Goodbye oh moon, her only friend

The serenity of dusk will set you free

Above! There in heaven, she will be

Cuddling the dawn, seek another she…very soon.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

yo soy

Yo soy el cielo que está cambiando su tonalidad. Yo soy el lienzo que está besando el nuevo pincel. Sin embargo,? Yo soy Napoleón, que no conoce de Waterloo y Yo soy la columna que Sansón no podía aplastar.
Yo soy el anónimo autor de un libro con el precio desconocido. Yo soy la luz de la calle en un lugar sin transeúnte. Discusión sobre el uso de Sin embargo,? Yo soy la sabiduría de mis antepasados de renombre y Yo soy el camino que pocos hombres se atreven con calma
Yo soy la novela del escritor desconocidos.Yo soy el intelecto de la sociedad olvidadoSin embargo, ...I am a resonar la cadencia de valorVoy a inspirar a una república sin límites

Friday, January 22, 2010

HOLLOW



Changing the radio’s frequency
The wave in shift, the sound in grief
The melody seems to be drifting away
Nostalgic, melodramatic, melancholic
Blinking the tired mirror of my face
Cheeks dripping wet, rain gushing forth
Endless, timeless, uncertain
Curled up like a babyLocking all the senses
No! Away with the light!
See nothing but the blank sun
The cold box that awaits me
Owns the ticket to a dream
An abstract hue, a pensive stone
There the script of birth and the last of my own

Melancholy silently breathe on me
But death owns me

*i did this poem out of sudden grief. The title expressed how i feel.*