Poem #345

The light effortlessly came through the curtains
and created a golden line from her shoulder to her thigh.

That skin was like a canvas waiting for color.
That hair was like violin strings waiting for the music.

Human in the imperfection, lady in the nakedness.
Eyes like two oceans hiding secrets in the depth.

To entice the mind, to satisfy the soul she moved
her body to bathe in the gold.

The maker of desire, beauty beyond measure
she knew how to harness power in simple pleasures.

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Poem #344

Remember those words you said on the
sidewalk half past midnight?
You don’t, do you? People forget meaningless things.
Maybe you said it because you wanted to see me happy,
maybe because you thought you had to say it.
Anyhow, the happiness had an expiration date.

It was bittersweet how those words provoked
the same sensation as loneliness did.
The shivers down my spine, in need of long showers
to clear my mind. Not being able to function because
I was thinking of you, thinking about our moments while
burning alive in that empty room.

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Poem #343

She left peace and security behind in search of a feeling.
Promises turned lies and friends turned foes paved the way for a runaway.

Physically she is here, mentally she is dancing under the stars.
Meeting strangers, running to the sea, lighting a cigarette after a shot of whiskey.

Chains are not for the open minded, cages too small to hold her soul.
She spills over, slips across the borders, disappears from your fingers when you try to hold her.

A little runaway who got selfish tendencies. She wants the pleasure and the joy
all for herself but still she left a piece of herself wherever she went.

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Poem #342

I don’t know how to write about this. 
I don’t know how to let go of this. 
I don’t know how to explain this.  
 
It is a feeling that makes you not feel it. 
What is the poetic way to describe emptiness? 
My heart fell down in this space and it didn’t even echo. 
All my senses are worthless here. 
 
The writer in me got stuck trying to pen it 
How do you beat something you can’t even name? 
It numbs your senses, throws your vocabulary away. 
Trying to fight it is like trying to cut air. 

 

Poem #341

I guess my pain is like candy,
when you like tasting it so much.
At least something about me is sweet.

But I stay thinking there’s something
worth fighting for here.
Maybe I just want to be worth that fight.

I will stop asking, I will stop searching for your affection.
Just to see if it will still be there.
At the end of the day,
love you have to ask for never feels like love in the end.

 

Poem #340

I only write about love because it was all
I have been looking for in life.
But it is so hard to recognize It in a world
that wants everything defined and in line. 

want to stand on my own two feet,
but I still want you to save me.
want a kiss on the shoulder over morning coffee,
and have my back arch against wall. 

don’t want it comfortable and defined.
want it inconvenientpassionate and alive
Romance and lust dancing together under the stars
giving life to passion and to desire 

All should be love, addictive and wild.
Silence and noise at once.
Chaos and peace intertwined. 
Nights you stay up opening your soul
and nights you lose all control. 

Poem #339

You are a gift that keeps on giving.
Giving light, love, poems and heart.

Even after you were gone, I was pulling
the ribbons, uncovering new dimensions to our story.

You left a love that lingers, touch that’s
forever present and a soul filled with desire.
For that I still write, for that I still hug my pillow at night
for that I look for someone to burn with me the way you have.

For you, because of us, I still believe in love.

 

Poem #338

This feeling that only feels liberating in
shackles. The room that gets smaller and
smaller, eating away the oxygen.
The 24/7 panic attack that begins when you
decide to lock away your heart.

You just wanted to give your heart a break
after it has been broken. Now you forgot how
to use it, you are running away from its purpose.

Poem #337

The touch was something like silk.
The taste was that of sugar,
but even more addictive.
You felt like home, like peace.

I spent days writing then rushing
my fingers through paper
hoping to catch a glimpse of your face
somewhere between my words.

I think I was trying to recreate you,
but I don’t know how to recreate a feeling.
It was like a summer morning with a pinch of salt
in the air and hot sand between my toes.

I got lost between the palm trees,
wandered around the buildings,
spent my days climbing the mountains.
Are you looking for me as well?