I feel incomplete There is an empty space inside my skin a void containing all pain intangible without any light or colour I want to cry Be strong –an echo with mom’s voice Tears only bring troubles You shed them too often I try I…
Category: Poetry
The end of this summer
Amelia strolls the streets of a foggy forest full of memories to collect –or not … ordinary solitude sporadic apathy sun Amelia turns right on Spring St. unexpected connection exceptional passion anticipated deadline risk rush Amelia crosses Stability St. unknown territory distance fear Stop sign! confusion desire Amelia walks…
A fantasy sorta story: It is dangerous to walk a dream
The old man strolls the moon without any reason Sometimes he stops to wonder why he walks On occasion he forgets the pace and finds himself running in circles Some circles had been run often They are now deep and quiet He rarely strolls the imaginary…
Dimethyltryptamine: the utopian spiral
Eyelids rest to the sharp vision of my eyes You are there dressed in a black that turns purple DMT flows freely The firebird passes by A cloud of fine ashes surrounds us both you vanish leaving a floating tear (sad cheshire-cat’s grin) She falls…
A memory and a woman
A memory of despair when privacy was threatened broken boundaries and a claim –innocent invasion liquid actions intrusion on personal space obsession advances that won’t stop a strong woman losing control a nervous girl helpless a victim scared _____Adriana Citlali XXIX-VI-MMXIV It is…
Not enough confusion
Stillness and silence were all I could hope for … Ancient words kept flying around. Right behind my forehead, chaotic phonemes forcibly formed foreign words. Hubo palabras huecas en idiomas conocidos. Dissonant sounds were known incongruent words in disguise. In between my ears, there was a constant resonance: a noisy…
On dancing while the music lasts
Contact without attachment Expanded freedom limited space hips beats heels tempo step step smile quick quick slow one two turn feel the breeze move your hair spin spin spin again! sense passion at the touch (stranger’s hand) close your eyes detach your body mark the steps play…
Just a few seconds
Amelia felt confused for just a few seconds. The confusion led to fear, fear to sadness. She was sad about the possibility of a past event. An event that might had happened without her knowing until now. But if it did happen … decisions should have been different. Maybe the…