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Minerva Ochoa Poem
Your cold lips,
Your frozen Figure...a sad emotion you expelled.
I touch your shape, trembling at the source.
Modeling away to my cheeks.
At sunrise we slept,
At midnight we loved.
The stars and the clouds draw us layouts of dreams,
an enchantment,
our elixir of love.
Hands slept in our grave, a singing hymn.
We drank each other's memories.
We danced until the moon was put to sleep.
Covered ourselves with petals of Rose,
Bare to the despair, the sun presented.
Decaying, and never growing old.
We fulfill these lavender caresses everyday.
Immortals, will will always love.
We will always be together...
Lovers in time.
Vampires in a dream,
A reality to me coming true.
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I saw, and I loved a beam of mixture:
sorrow and presice love,
to those capturing brown crystals.
My voice, an echo central,
Of wings manufacturing blocks of diamonds.
Fainting over the sorrows webs.
Covered in shadows of caress.
We Slept and wept tears of sweat.
We slept, the night grew silent... a local caress.
Kissing, touching lips with open stampede.
We slept for centuries in your casket.
We slept, as we made flags of elevation on the moon light gleaming.
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Minerva Ochoa Poem
Small shaped puddle holes, Come tumbling over my feet.
Walking...scraping my hand, bleeding sweat.
Sun glowing darkness over brunette hair.
The vain made burning desires, tapping over keyboard notes.
This pain isn't the same, It is gone to cut a perpetual imagery.
Feeling that comforting embrace around five arms.
Stars stick to my eyes, making it hard to see thin blisters of pain.
While bleeding the love, Perhaps I had,
As the asphalt absorbs the love I lost that February.
I'm scared of daily sunrise, of what it might bring:
A lost memory, an outlines silhouette, a dark havoc,a song that fell out of my
palms,
a sweet stare, a cold tear, a gasp for breath, a drop of blood...all compressed in
an old-fashioned cigarette.This coffin will rule everything.
A sheer white dove hits the wall,
And the nearby twigs picked up a heart beat.
The electrical cords used as everyday materials:
Shoelaces and artificial belts, for over sized pants bough at a bargain store.
This song makes my heart stop for eternity.
It was short, but now it's late...It dried so quickly!
It belongs in the colorful recycle bins, we find in front of our homes.
Recycled for souls who need, dried, worn out, lonely broken hearts.
The restroom has suffered many maltreats.
It has seen many, images he wishes he never saw.
Maltreat, he calls it.
Maltreat in his walls.
Coming from sour dreams, from your room.
Scratches in the thoughts, in my chest.
On brunette head, you have seen many splatters you might regret.
You count the picture they drew of many tears, you might of wasted.
On those early months of a new depressing year.
Some few wilted roses you might see in my covered eyes,
With brunette hair...Silhouette feelings, and cigarette apparel.
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Sorrow spoke the alphabet,
Turned upside down.
The little girl will bring, they said...
She will bring cemetery corruption.
Turned upside down alphabet.
Fountains will bloom executions down to the aqueduct.
Stripes arranged flat in the ground of the jail where pupils ran orange,
Lines across the story,
Tell her of her grave.
Blue hearts perfectly presented,
Around a pink fountain.
Future stands in the horizon,
Tattooed heart, she will bring.
Nobody knows if she will stay for long,
But she spoke sorrow in a stereo telegram,
as she cried in an alphabet voice and tone,
where spiders fell on her cheeks...
Turned upside down alphabet.
Fountains will bloom executions down to the aqueduct, for all of us.
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I Swam Across For You To Hear,
A Gentle Kiss On The Ocean's Floor.
The Whispers Of The Forgotten Smile,
Has Made A Diffrence On The Moon.
A Dream,
Lost And Never Resuming,
Love Was In My Eyes,
When I saw your Stars.
Glowing On The Street On The Corner...
Was A Seat That Was Left For Nightmares,
We Begin To Walk Forward,
Alone With No Love,
For Here Will Always be Your Left Seat.
We decided To Leave For No Apparent Reason.
I Felt like Death When I Caused You To Shed Tears,
I felt Like Death!!!
What Can I Do Now?
That Your Heart Was Left On The Corner?
Leave Your Presence Here,Please.
And Don't Turn It Into Dust, For Me To Blow.
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