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Painting wood
Nestled for years my soul was embedded as a tree
My youthful parents frolicking in the forest of lives
Auburn hair and wide smile my mother laid her love into my bark
My father loving her so gave it to her, with his axe of trust
As the metal edge sliced into my ancient shell I escaped
Finding refuge in this woman’s warmth
Nine months later my soul was given its armor
Years passed and I was battered by illusions of truth
Parents tried so many times to get me involved with their ambitions
Tried repetitively to carve the log I had become
On the thirteenth year of my soul’s transit they gave up
Instead replaced their axes, and saws with paint
For them there were so many shades and hues
Infinite and beyond
After the twentieth coat I lost track of the names of colors
Now I sit here content as my parents frown
For when you mix together all the colors you get brown
Brown as my past, as my soul
I may be reduced but never will I decay
Cedar trees are not victims of termites
Nothing will break me
They can destroy the body but I will return
With the calmness and tranquility of which I have left
For ever and always I shall be me
A tree in a forest more than people will ever see
There amongst the leaves I can finally once again be me
Nestled for years my soul was embedded as a tree
My youthful parents frolicking in the forest of lives
Auburn hair and wide smile my mother laid her love into my bark
My father loving her so gave it to her, with his axe of trust
As the metal edge sliced into my ancient shell I escaped
Finding refuge in this woman’s warmth
Nine months later my soul was given its armor
Years passed and I was battered by illusions of truth
Parents tried so many times to get me involved with their ambitions
Tried repetitively to carve the log I had become
On the thirteenth year of my soul’s transit they gave up
Instead replaced their axes, and saws with paint
For them there were so many shades and hues
Infinite and beyond
After the twentieth coat I lost track of the names of colors
Now I sit here content as my parents frown
For when you mix together all the colors you get brown
Brown as my past, as my soul
I may be reduced but never will I decay
Cedar trees are not victims of termites
Nothing will break me
They can destroy the body but I will return
With the calmness and tranquility of which I have left
For ever and always I shall be me
A tree in a forest more than people will ever see
There amongst the leaves I can finally once again be me
Literature
bad poetry
I spend my days
dreaming
of you
and my heart wears
away like sand
on the shore
each wave of
your memory
steals a little
more
theres
very little left
now
so, soon,
there should
be nothing
left to
hurt
Literature
ambulophobia
i.
once upon a time, i knew who i was.
ii.
i remember when i connected my heart to the rest of the universe with a shoe-lace. it was weak to begin with and grew more decrepit with age, like the neglected kaleidoscopes of immortal astronomers - they are still alive in the vague glimmers of fading stars. you can only see their light in the blackest of nights, in the middle of nameless deserts, amidst Mediterranean seas and Andalucian shores.
(somewhere, there are lights that never dim and keys that do not lock.)
iii.
bless me mother, for i have sinned.
iv.
i remember when kings were still princes, when princes were still paupers, when p
Literature
Preguntas
Preguntas
What comes next is a kind of answer -
an uncoiling of sounds something like marrow
seeping from a voice asleep by the river
where green bands of parrots press
to eat the salty earth - a voice under the roots
of a walking palm, speaking its whispers
about Neruda and how Neruda will
make a voice pregnant with questions
hidden as the nest of the yellow bird
and the life of bones. The mouth goes
numb; a bottle falls. Two horses move away
into mountain shadow, walking the quiet
of the stony slopes. Is there nobody
here? Is there still nobody here?
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As with everything i write i filled this with analogies. I hope it is enjoyed. For it is whom i have been and will always be
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