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'those swings in the park..'‘those swings in the park have withered like old trees’'those swings in the park..'
----that was what you said. that was the last thing you said. you looked at your feet, your shoes tracing along the lines of old, dried paint on my doorstep. I said :
‘I know. I remember when we moved here- I remember thinking
the same thing.’
In the street, a car passed-by- a second of light perpetuated the red in your eyes, the terraces of unease in your cheek. and then I closed the door. &nb
by ~transparent-things
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Poesia en prosa1. Mi vida es un revoltijo de confusiones Las cuales anego en sueñosPoesia en prosa
No precisamente dormido frente a las puertas de Morfeo.
2. A veces juego entre las sombras Esperando encontrar perdido Un destello de luz, anegado en la ignorancia.
3. Benditos aquellos que nada esperan Porque no sufrirán engaño
Malditos aquellos egoístas que ilusionan
4. En mi mente vagas y te escondes De mis recuerdos, de mi egocentrismo Atrapada en mi cabeza entre las ventanas de mis ojos.
5. Soy un explorador que erra en tu cuerpo Por las colina
by ~LordMeizosoIX
lust: desire: aphrodisia:bokeh. those insipid eyes become a carousel of colour flashing to a metronome in my heart.lust: desire: aphrodisia:
bokeh. flint struck against steel where a calloused touch awakens desire beneath porcelain skin.
bokeh. rugged whispers path the way to reckless breaths. i am overcome, defeated - naive in love.
bokeh. all i can see is you. [ all i want to see is you. ]
by ~lostintransmission
OrangesOrangesOranges
I.
Thinking themselves thieves, they feed
on the ripe as the cart owner on the highway
fingers peels, rinds, forgotten leaves and listens
to the voices of his customers like moving cars.
II.
To articulate herself she keeps the cream
in one hand and licks the rust off her
once black kettle. The tea is waiting
on the counter to be drowned as she says to him:
Let me live in my ashes.
Her echolalia says: scissors, sliver as the image
of diseased pigeon wings echoes on her eyel
by ~MGBarrera
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