I found your shadow
stitched into my skin
A quite sin I can’t confess
Like it knows
what I’m trying to hide
The truth?
I bury inside
Just like,
Every scar beneath my skin
Knows the storms I carry
Standing in between the ashes
Of the fire I started.
One tipple too far,
barely enough to notice
made the first tile sound—
morning lost its clean edges
as choices became fuzzy.
The path did not break,
it merely curved a little
toward softer ground—
resolve missed a few heartbeats
dominoes fell step by step.
By dusk the tale unfolded,
not a great calamity—
a trail of slip-ups
from loose threads left ungathered
that slowly unstitched the day.
The Night That Changed EveryThing
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By: Mister Más Sobre Nosotros
For: The El Patrón Observador
Rubato Relacional
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Perhaps the experience can shift seamlessly
seamlessly through beautiful emotional highs
and obsessive behaviors
cautiously planning for the future
without any assurance or care
seeing things as normal speaking a
beautiful story when the narrator is
more matter of fact instead of that hopeless
romantic one neither swoons or are happy
in your sight and away from you ,you are only
a point of reference of Rubato were the shift
in romance to unromantic is heard
no support for depending
in every stage of romance
the survival mechanism allows you
to keep your faith for hope might
the tables turn
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Early summer starts in eye of spring, with respect to my location.
Please, note that eye of spring means middle of spring, summer-spring season!
there was something mysterious about her; we feared her
due to her embracement of intrigue and secrecy
I cannot tell you one thing about him, though he is my brother
and we were supposedly raised in the same house
the devil walked these tomato rows, spitting out the luna-moth-like
worms as he sauntered toward our destiny
Here is the situation as I see it
It's now time for me to just admit
For this moment, I will commit
I have loved you from the very start
The day I met you, it pricked my heart
Bearing witness as I fell completely apart
You smiled at me, and you said hello
The impact you had you didn't know
I melted inside. I know it had to show
As your voice turned me into a captive
I said wow, you're so beautifully attractive
My words lost as I became hyperactive
I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do
Or anything I wouldn't simply go through
Just to see that wonderful smile on you
I could see there was something there
To those brown eyes and pretty red hair
No other woman could even compare
That's why I was lost from the beginning
As I write, I am even reflectively grinning
Because of this, there would be no winning
By you, my heart was stolen from the start
I beg you, please don't ever leave or depart
Lost without you, I never want to be apart
pen ran out of black ink
I scratched the paper until I had a hole
ink never returned
reached into my satchel for another writing instrument
found a black magic marker
it had dulled down; nothing happened
third try brought out a red crayon
by this time, I was in a mood
I broke it in half
finally went to the computer to type
wishing I had started there in the first place
i'd just come in and made a cup of tea.
ten minutes later, i went to admire my work by the front window
that's when i saw him
he'd already made a start
he had pulled up the windscreen wipers
sponge and bowl full of bubbly water
fast-paced doesn't do it justice
washing, with mischief and energy
magnificently grotesque; a cunning, vacant expression
did i trigger this?
is this a coincidence?
i wanted to go and ask him
i went through the imagined conversation
but i couldn't do it
and i watched him groom the taillights
my wife hadn't noticed how clean our car was
i sulked at dinner, eating my
emotionally abused peas
As a mom I prayed for forbearance
Been tried with many an incurrence
But when your OCD talking starts
I want to run to other parts
Then Jesus gives me some assurance
It's a time to learn
and the one to achieve,
as the clock ticks by
you need to be patient
Being nervous,
doesn't leave with any solutions
Rather, face your fears
with determination
Today would be
a lot more incomplete
worse than expectations
maybe not so much lead
but trust me when I say
Take a deep breath....
and get started again
with much more energy
You'll write a tomorrow
with what you have today
an experience of a day
a lesson of yesterday
a little more exploration
of your inner self
that would keep reminding you
of how strong you are built!
Just getting started
Who left the lion free cos
God took away my sorrows
Now I bounce back
The love is obvious
The feeling is clear
My heart is open
Forward ever
My soul is willing
Their is no holiday for a poet
Everyday is an inspiration
The energy never mute
Either do my frequency die
One thing eternal is life
This is not a lie
So be alive yes live
This has always Been my message
I curse no soul except that against
Humanity
That against my right to exist and
Cohabitate as a proper human
The world is ment for all
Not for a few
So cast me not away so quickly
Cos no deformity can challenge nature
And this is the greatest remedy to
Our dear Mother Earth
I will keep wailing
I will never stop writing till
I rest my case.
I traipse my fingers delicately across spiralled letters of each written word and dated times
The clumsily transitioned Thoughts are transferred on to pages full of Passion and expressive rhyme.
Splattered,stained and ink spilled journal, with it's torn ridge spine ,misspellings and crooked lines ,
Reading the moment a daydreaming story teller and her poetic adventures began, such beginnings were mine
It Started With A Promise
It started with a promise
A sacred trust we made when we were young.
Through happiness and tragedy that
Sacred bond enabled both of us to carry on.
Standing beside me with your hand in mine
You helped me face my darkest days,
And your promise you would stay by my side
Forever and always.
But always did not last and one day I turned around
And you were gone.
I wondered how i would go through the pain of losing you
But I did and managed to carry on
To carry on and find another way,
To pick up the pieces of shattered dreams
And was able to face a new day
And now I hear sadly that you had passed on
Those memories we shared together are
Now only ones I can look back on.
I lost that special soul that one I will dearly miss
When I think of him and our moments in this lifetime which I often do
I fondly remember a friendship and the love that started with a promise.
He threw the towel into the ring
It bounced back up and started to swing
Realizing he had no right to quit
He pulled himself up and landed a hit…
He waved a white flag at the challenge, plain to see
Yet that stubborn flag refused to cop a plea
The odds against him were what they were
But there he was, up and fighting in a blur…
So when you’re sure you’re down and out
Never give up ~ let out a shout
It's thrilling
But so is this poem
I want to take up a most profound authority
Throughout the neighbourhood
A village pastor
And various pursuits of a similar kind
Give me my own planet
My own earf
Postmodernist scumbag
And cowboys from hell days
I want to hear the new Beyonce album
Between the buried and me
I am a cloud cuckoo lander
And wear a wig when driving my car
And the drying clothes all in the attic
I haven't time to fold them away tidily
But even the thieves were forgiven
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