Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense
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Penelope
You promised to write back in February…March came.All right.How much should wait a gal?It was April when you wrote again.First time you ask for time…Ten years for middle aged,Too long a span.So you didn’t like me voicing out it tough?Not sorry.I can wait two months max.(Aren’t investors the same,Expenditure uh?)You’re not in an odissey to grab my heart…Neither am I Penelope,my bad.
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Sorcery
In a somber fade, for what’s rotten in the mind’s eye.Add a piggy hue for what’s tender underneath. Paint it a bit red for blood to boil and devour.Give me blue for new to come and green in old, since your world was without.
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Sequía
Con las costras que dejó el estio,En esta piel seca que ya añoraba el viento.Sedienta de besos.
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Tap tap
I want to tap your shoulder with my head and hide my eyes under your breath.I want to see your heart besides my nose and place my hand in that smell of yours.I want to turn you inside out and read my luck in your stars.I want to dream my way out from your arms and be welcomed back, right after that.I want to scream it all but no, I’ll take my time keeping silence till you’re mine.
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Soaked
Oh, they’re gone.Time wasted,Time left,None around.A lonely tree waiting for rain.
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For Saint Exupery’s fox
First I draw.Second I think:What else do I need?A spell, I say. Cats on top of his list.I’m a single parent in need.English for proton’s sake.Otherwise, how do you speak? Handy and fun,Tall and lean…Slanted black eyes, yes sir.Honest and lively.A man in the house[1]?I back a bit on my needs.Still. It’s time to be tamed. Dear fox, I’m not a prince.Princess? Not in a million years!Plainly a witch.Do you mind to be charmed? [1] Fiction again… I don’t need a man, either in the house or wherever.
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Dazzled by the dream of life
Around they say: Get a man, Get a sir, Get a night of one sky. I myself ain’t light, Neither star nor moon. Mostly a moth, Dazzled by the dream of life. Unbeloved to anyone. Still my own house. Composing a song I’ll sing alone. I can’t help it. I can’t get charmed by promises of relieved pain. My word is mine and mine alone. Are you coming to rescue me? Forget it. I saved myself to become beloved to no one.
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Any attempt from you
I’ll be happy with any attempt …just so like you….Come on,are you taking break from work today?Do you want to come and play?are you drawing, picturing my best smile inside of you? I was not going to cry,but you were the longed one desire.In my inner… inner sight,before I realized, ahead in time I was lost in such.., despair. Oh, it was misspelled! For shall I say… crave? It took too much effort and time, so now,I’ll be happy with any attempt from you….from you Let us play with blue and red,let us paint the bed with love .Do you want to come and drink my life?I’ll be happy with…
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No
No, no podría añadir una simple sílaba. Porque el silencio da like en la última de mis fotos. Sin comentarios. Ningún chat. Una onda de calor expansiva que deja todo tieso y canijo en Julio. Tu risa, un canto de vida que imagino perdida. Iteraciones incesantes de realidades alternas. Una conversación contigo, Un círculo incesante de actualizaciones sin sentido. Eso es, una conversación contigo. Vídeos elegidos por un algoritmo, Ruido de fondo mientras la vida sucede, Reproduciéndose solos, sin que me esfuerce. Y es que tú, no estás.
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For rent
Leasing, Borrowing what I don’t knowFor I never had a heart before Leasing, sinking in debt a pair of lipsI can’t afford Leasing,Giving on loanMaybe, maybeJust a bit of a fool Dancing,A waltz I stepOn your toes Don’t bring out tomorrowWeather forecast might failAnd I’ll forget rainSun or snow.So long that I love So long I’m drownedAnd my debtsUnder controlSo long you don’t bid fare the well And I fall out of grace.
