Categoría: Penpal

Further by And so we might be torn from one another by a single pinch of space… a badly taken word. A walled silence of rancour. Then, then we’re further and further from us. Lejano Y así desgarrados por una pizca de espacio… Una palabra mal dicha. Rencor amurallado de silencio. Y cada vez más…

To my Russian penpal Привет! Как дела?Are you, a citizen; doing fine under the economic block?I heard the dollar went up,Your money as paper and no more.Is Moscow really going out to diss their beloved leader Nim now?Maybe a news’ tale?Fast served food we are already fed up with.Dear friend, why did you say youngs…

Wooden out by axe,both my worries and the fallen dried oak.Was it too much to say what I said?My anxiety delivered by the sharp steel, cutting out chips of wait. De un hachazo abajo, Tanto mis preocupaciones como el caído roble. ¿Dije demasiado? Mi ansiedad es acero afilado, Cortando pedacitos de espera.

Pray for the one to come Oh…may I ask for them to read?Perhaps to watch sports once a week but read?And yes, to write letters I might amused enjoy?I know, I know.It’s not for me to decide upon.Not like I can impose my vow.But… isn’t it a bit logical for these points to be main…

Was it too soon?Yes, it was.Today I’ll fear his replay’s delay.Did I nag too much?Might have.Anxiously crazy I’ll grow,Until I can have the next one. ¿Demasiado pronto? Si, lo fue. Hoy el miedo es, una réplica después. ¿Un poco de más el regaño? Puede… Ansiosa, loca… Hasta que venga otra.

Slow, a little bit, so much of none.Entertain it like a child nursed to fat.I tend the warp and a thread at a time,An entwine of woe disguised.And if too blatant a fire,To smolder ashes I’ll domain my side. Lento, un poco, mucho y nada. Detenida como un niño a engordar. Tiendo la urdimbre y…

A fortnight before, restrain is not to ask for more. Prior two hours to arrive, I bite my nails and try to entertain my mind away. Upon that plop’s pop, I do whatever else. Let notification go to waste. It’s all a silly quest to be unaware. A labour to deceive my heart so the…

Hola, esta es una nueva serie de poesía en la que voy a trabajar y publicar cada lunes bajo la categoría de Sunday word hunter. Es todo ficticio, este es un blog acerca de las chorradas de escribir ficción después de todo. Desde que leí un trozo de Sarah, tall and plain[1]; he querido enviar…