when or if i remember
all is so blurred and you are the past
because you forgot….i did too
and because poets can easily forget
always has another word…another pen
just some trace on the path
trails of crumbs……. for someone to remember
I go writing and forgetting at same time
leaving behind with my words
a bunch of feelings, love and tears…
a life to be forgotten
in a paper….
writing and forgetting
i turning myself in an aquatic ink form
like a mixed watercolor’s palettes
all colors on my mind… with my hands
until…i dont know
until the next poem….
wanted a sweet reek
of honey bee
succulent, yellow, bright in those insane nights
lost in that viscous, thick liquid
he delight yourself…alone
sniffing, deeply, licking softly
prolonging his painful heartbeat
so attractive and suddenly changing the color
mixed with a sense of inbred hate, frustration
addicted in a shell, stuck in a cage…..
but sweet at the end….
smelling as limonade
green, liquid, transparent
diving in dreams, in poetry and love
wrapped in ink, canvas, brushes
being alchemist trying to reach
the perfect damp ….the moist
what that mix can be?
i was thinking like poetry can be more than all. More than you, me, more than a pleasurable book. How poetry has changed me and make me a better person. A beautiful person. More confident , more sensual and open to life. I have no more fears. I left them behind.Its logical that i suffer still but when pains comes i always have your words my words and all poetry on the world.
Is a New World for me. Not so new, because dwells on me since i was born.That madness by the letters and rhymes. I recognize that feelings. Feel that my whole life. Just needed a push. A endless push. That keeps going and dragging me. Thanks God!
I have improving myself. Each tears i drop. Each disappointing i have. Each ache that touch my heart. I am better. I am stronger. I am a Learning Fast Poetess
.All my life i learned so many things.and fast!. For what? Talk many languages, or write very well or be the first on each prove that i have to do?
For What?? Be the best with a solitaire heart? That nobody could reach?
No, not anymore!
I have one love, yes. Bigger than other love that i had. So fall in love for me like me to him, So welcome and warm like a kiss of a man. I have poetry. She dry my tears, comfort me in bad moments and is true to me all the time. Forgive my sins and make strong!
then to whom should I thank?