so, here are a couple más old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the segundo was a creative escritura assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).
stargazing
i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
canto tu a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face
paint drips
in arco iris rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with laughter
and i'm a symphony of smiles
your body is a constellation
and every estrella is mine
see tu and me
we're painting poetry
one canvas
at a time
untitled
the other día tu called me
to tell me you're in amor
with a woman equally willing
to compromise her integrity
tu say she loves tu back
but i can see she only loves
the way tu make her feel
and its not going to be pretty
when tu factor yourself into the deal
now tu hide in the darkness
from people who might see your light
and tu cling to each other
with all your might
stargazing
i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
canto tu a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face
paint drips
in arco iris rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with laughter
and i'm a symphony of smiles
your body is a constellation
and every estrella is mine
see tu and me
we're painting poetry
one canvas
at a time
untitled
the other día tu called me
to tell me you're in amor
with a woman equally willing
to compromise her integrity
tu say she loves tu back
but i can see she only loves
the way tu make her feel
and its not going to be pretty
when tu factor yourself into the deal
now tu hide in the darkness
from people who might see your light
and tu cling to each other
with all your might
I'm Trying to be me
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to mostrar
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't tu see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short o tall
No matter If tu have this all
Just have your life with whom tu want
No matter what people has to say
and just mover on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk o rock
No matter if tu have a bad look
Just have your life with whom tu want
No matter what people has to say
and just mover on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just mover on, on your way!
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to mostrar
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't tu see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short o tall
No matter If tu have this all
Just have your life with whom tu want
No matter what people has to say
and just mover on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk o rock
No matter if tu have a bad look
Just have your life with whom tu want
No matter what people has to say
and just mover on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just mover on, on your way!
He can handle her worst
hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
tu are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
tu hope then tomorrow,
the memories tu shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
tu are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
tu hope then tomorrow,
the memories tu shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.
