Sometimes the sun is red sometimes it is not Everything depends on the atmosphere I shout in silence to your absence You hide behind broken mirrors We have a blue environment far mountains through afternoon glasses I face thorny visions when I try…
Butterflies are dreamy flowers
They fly the skies, color the wind and follow the stars, just like a dream. They’d like you to join and play with the clouds. They’d like you to enjoy and smile. There’s no doubt! _____Adriana Citlali XIX-X-MMXIII Over at dVerse, Victoria encourages us to write poetry for children….
A passing shadow
You live in a lethargic beat devoid of feelings By command of a depressed mind your emotions are suppressed smashed with anger masked by silent indifference Dinner comes again you mutter sparse words forced monosyllables No eye contact She walks on eggshells …
Gothic times
Manipulative sadness vivacious master of the grievance we wont damage fake casual echo of a sassy duple in a resonant fugue A night-spread lavishly disturbing us Short sparks of vibrant violet light single vision fighting a vacuous exchange of psychedelic music A sky slathered with sumptuous darkness Oscillatory…
I remember why
Nonsense to my ears strange tastes weird moments and a couple of smiles marking the very beginning and the final good-bye A visit worth ending … I’m in the middle of this in the height of the senseless moments and the zenith of being told (albeit without words) that is…
Endless skies and black metal
Infinity in a smoky thread of purple blood Surrounded by darkless nights endless skies and black metal she explores science, death or poetry she wonders about the emptiness of a busy day the music of a magnificent storm the silence in the background noise that space we left behind …
Revealing trace
Evident fingerprints everywhere Abandoned behind acts thoughts or sights dreams delusions nightmares Presumed fingerprints right here the ones we tried to erase the ones others left the ones ignored the ones forgotten the indelible ones Good and bad fingerprints somewhere anytime silent tatoos with written confessions oppressed feelings explored laughts…
Room 101
What do you hide behind your irides? I hide butterflies worms numbers a chameleon and a feather No, that’s not right It is eight butterflies no worms ten caterpillars and two serpents odd numbers plus a prime and an irrational three fractions one theorem a chameleon and a blue feather…
Shiny glass
What do you see? Memory or possibility? Is she the girl the lady a scientist ? lost female or the woman you don’t know? Tell me What do you fear? How do you dream? What’s behind your lips? Just stop the silence End this reflection Close my eyes _____Adriana…
I’ve my sword
You’re on sight I’ve my sword No need to escape not this time I’m ready In a bold skeptical way, I am Ready to unwind the fear I feel when you get too close too friendly, too you I’m fine –got a high control threshold today You won’t pass my…