Merriam A. Grain

Etiqueta: poema

  • Rejection

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    Today I said no.I don’t believe.Fate is too much a thing outside of me.Whether I said yes,It was fated a meet.A rejection?Brought by stars as well.Orchestrated by who knows.And the unknown why,No one could explain.Where does it fall,The only thing I find purposely in life?Decision is mine.Atoms are hazard in play.The universe’s got no mind.Everything…

  • That wall

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    I’ll walk that wall.Leave behind,Every dream that was trashed.Plunge into the sea,Proud and abide.Linked to my own colour of time.Everything I wanted untrue by design.No matter the scars,I’ll look down upon.Upon that long entrance,Where darkness gulps you entire.I’ll walk that wall.That’s all I call.

  • Cowardice

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    Behind the glass there’s past.Severed.Unknown.A great empire.Outside,The rain.Work to be done coming.Mud to be removed.It won’t be magnificent.I’ll live under the unglory of today,Pretending not to die till I find my place in world.

  • Something assaulted me

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    Hurry up and disappear,The human’s here!But I landed right on it….Jump, jump, free!On the wild weeds hidden be. Unrelentingly curious,The weeds moved aside.Black eyes it stared and I:Just a picture my good Sir?Thanks, bye.

  • Imprevisto

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    Plaf plaf plaf.Bajito bajito.Apenas como un suspiro,Aliento de sol de un ratito.Cuentas de mineral de oxígeno cortando el instante,La luz era una sonrisa Polaroid.

  • Un día de tantos

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    Guardalo y enmarañalo.Sácalo del cajón y examina.Poco a poco hace sentido.Torcido.Minado.Dañado.Estás ahí,Con años encima.Estás así,Con cobardía de sandía.No muerto.No vivo.Esperando por un día.

  • Tesoros que no poseo

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  • Bad dog

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    Limp.Hanging from those teeth.What terror did you feel?How could I teach?This wolf turned into bitch,By years and years of hefting I think.Back to predator out of dry food’s greed.Euthanasia if you plead.Disowning perhaps.Whatever remains.I’m sure I need to act.But the fur kid smiles.How to change what I can’t?

  • Anonymous it went alone

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    Without a name,it jumped out the fence.Its tail green sparks of daytime.Name after name we got barely to d,To go back to coop,And find it just the hen inside.Where did anonymous go?Everything in a day,Sadly the cockerel vanished and we lost our rhyme.

  • Why are comics and poems alike: Sequence p3

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    ORDER MATTERS Thus, the order in which we present the elements does matter. It conditions the imagination to the following movement and the “what” we’re to tell. Unfortunately, there are no magic formulas to know if 9, 8, 7 or 3, 6, 0 is better when telling a story. It is the writer, or the…