2 posts tagged “poets”
You'll have to excuse the lack of spanish grammar, as my new comp is unable to do such things. Ah, advances in modern technology, I bite my thumb at thee.
Search
I am
searching.
for something I have
no intention
of finding
no contentions.
I am
being.
in the bottom of my soul
alone
no perceptions
no
misconceptions.
no
compromise.
when I
look at you
you shine so
true
so
dull
you are so
different
now.
you've forgotten
who I was to you
and you don't even try
to
remember.
“Verde que te quiero verde
verde viento, verdes ramas.”
-fgl
el particular amarillo
de tus ojos de anillo
se suben por balcones
que se quiebran de marfil
que clase de anis
guardaras en tus labios?
pensaras en mi
hasta cuando te agravio?
quiero colgarme de tus cortinas
hacerte el amor sobre una cama de telarañas.
todo por ver tu ojos dorados
mientras tus manos hacen hazañas
dibujo tu cara
con cada oportunidad que me da la vida.
y siempre termino pensando
en tus ojos amarillos
que me miran
con preguntas obvias en sus pupilas
Dream Lover
I close my eyes
when I feel your lips on mine
I
forget to take my time
and I
remember exactly why
it is that
I dream about you.
I close my eyes
when I want to
fantasize
about
a
great night together
forget
the weather
or that
I’ll probably never see you again
even
though
we're
perfect
for each other
to love
each other over
and dream
and forget.
about herIt is currently one oh seven, and I have counted the blog entries I'm supposed to have to the ones I actually do, and have come up short. As of July second, I am supposed (emphasis on the word "supposed") to have ten blog entries, and including this one, I have seven.
And so, in order to rectify this amazing mistake, I am going to...
rectify.. it.
Yes.
Moving on.
Let me give you a slice of my life.
(Hence the cunningly and cleverly crafted title of the entry.)
I am seventeen.
I am currently enjoying what is left of my summer vacation and what is starting to become a very enjoyable indie rom-com in which I am currently the co-star.
I'm the host/editor/bumbling creative breeze behind The Poet's Passage Podcast. If it's on the internetz, that's my fault. I am very sorry.
And I am in Puerto Rico.
Sure, yuk it up. You'll laugh now because I'm on a ridiculously small island that has a ridiculously high humidity percentage, but when hell freezes over and global warming turns the Arctic Sea into a hot tub, I'll be wearing a wool sweater and going "What?!!?!?! Betch."
Let's see. Most people I meet consider me to be a poet, but I prefer to be labeled as "stable."
My hands don't like being still, and my ears love to hear new and strange things.
My motto has always been : If you love it, set it on fire and then film it and frame the cat.
(I'll get you, cats.)
