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Andreanna Escamilla Poem
I’ve sat atop my boulders of woe, peering across a sun bit desert landscape, where clouds hung from its sky like cotton balls. Reflecting upon the years, they settled deep within the forsaken canyon carved within my chest. Here is my escape…my rest. I closed my eyes and let the ancient winds kiss my skin. “Breathe”, it said in a whisper, “and leave your troubles here. Resign your fear, for these boulders eventually will crumble too, and the woes that you carry soon will be few.” I did as my ancestors said, and left it all to erode, carrying away with me, a heart light with hope.
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Not this day
No
My mouth shall not say
The words that linger
Trailing broken syllables
From memory bay
Without meaning
I cannot form them
Even as I pray
Turning in guttural acidic taste
By bitter bile way
Fumbling resentment
Phrase to phase
With no sway from sentiment
Shall I dare?
Shall I say?
Nay!
Struggle thought
Drowning heart turned grey
Oh how heavy they drag
And scuff the floor from their weight
I look at them there in utter dismay
Clutching my heels as I walk away
I left them there
Begging!
Just as they left me that day
Those words...
Once meant for you
That I will NEVER again say
Copyright © Andreanna Escamilla | Year Posted 2020
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Andreanna Escamilla Poem
On the seventh ray
Of the fourteenth sun
Death hath come twofold
Arose a Titan in this age
Amidst this nimbus looms darkness
Betwixt the ash and sage
Approach cyclical ritual
Dousing wings in feral flames
Latent gravidity does surmise
For upon my resurrection
Eos I shall rise
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I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine
Each bite I took was bittersweet
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take
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Quiet is the night, laid blight amid this infernal necropolis
Loosely mantled soil, smother marrow of perished veneration
Yet windows still aflame, a dormant witness to troth thirst
Cold and stiff, until a shift, unearthed
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I have been
A shut in and shut out
Kicked in and kicked out
Strung up and strung out
Sore thumb that's stuck out
I'm not a saint or girl scout
But I've cut ink and bled out
Mi vida loca like "Blood In Blood Out"
And each one I've wrote about
Knowing at least I'm not a sell out
This is the therapy of my soul shout!
I'm not looking for a handout
Persuading you I have clout
I do this for me…
If this you ever do doubt
Then you can kick rocks and get the hell out
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These shoes no longer fit
Torn stitch
Missing sole
Floating down sun drenched river
I ponder if retrieving It would suit my purpose
Or further enslave the symbolic liberation from foot
Oppressed by lace and tread
Left to walk earth and root
As I force it up between my toes
Leaving trails of heel
Scent of pheromone
Torn shirt
There is nothing to sniff out
Or parties to gather
Only reflective soul
A vestige of the whole
Alongside an old shoe
And buoyant insert
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I wait on this precipice looming down at my fate. A jagged Niagara daring me to soar with abandonment onto its edges.
The abyss tells me fables, a serenade of its amorous ruse. Crashing waves harmonize the melody that shuffle my steps closer, closer I ebb.
It sounds so beautiful, the peace. To be washed away.
Drowning in my lamentation, I close my eyes and embrace my declivity, because fallen angels don’t fly, and humanity has scorched these wings for the last time.
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Andreanna Escamilla Poem
Beware the dawn of bitter light
Breaking bows of arcing flight
Casting sails full of schemes
Drifting, fading, lucid screams
Beware the myriad of twirling hues
Miles away from waking ruse
A brazen thief of peaceful bliss
Plunder, pillage, a devil’s kiss
Beware the day of hollow woes
Waning moonlight ivory doze
Longing for a wink of sleep
Touching, holding, you I keep
The fear of day, it haunts me so
For morrow comes and dreams must go
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On the cusp of favor brimming in the flavor of missing minutes, laid about the streets curved around sockets of setting suns. Along roadsides and dug deep under sand dunes, I collect forgotten pearls planted in the dismantled timepiece of my chest. I close my eyes letting the hours, months, and years sink in. However broken these wheels and springs, for you, this pendulum forever swings.
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