Lit and Poetry LONG LIVE EDGAR ALLAN POE
Precariously I walk
Chills down my spine
In this chapter -unsure-
Will it open before the close?
Dubiously the road quickens
Running as I try to feel
the labyrinth inside my chest
unravels slowly
Foreseeable this may be
this feeling inside me
I can see the doors
Will you stay as I unclose?
Fluctuating as conditions may persist
Undoubting I continue to stay
The opening unravels you
as the worlds most precious gift
You smile upon me
Pulse quickens
Over the world is my stop.
I write
with tears
with pain
with sorrow
forlornly
I record
ecstatically
melodramatically
lovingly
sentimentally
exuberantly
inamorato
your skin
I compile
your mouth
your pearls,
and diamonds
-as they fall-
broaching them softly….
I pencil
the future
the past
the sighs
your sight
our love
your lips
my embrace
your semblance
I compose
in you
in me
in us
-musicalpoetry 2013
A tumultuous sea. This can be a definition for life. It starts abruptly, like a sudden typhoon. It can suddenly soften as a warm towel against your skin. Life can sometimes be as intimate like a chaste kiss or as hard as fifty kilos on your back. Life, as it seems, is a roller coaster. We must brave the waters, and mind the hatches. In life we must try to “pass the storm”, and try not to drown. But, what happens in that moment when we start to “drown”? Everything and anything turns overwhelming. “This is where you show your true strength” people usually say to each other. “You’ll be stronger after this passes.” they tell you as advice. How do they know if they may not be living (or have lived) the situation, or a similar version of it.
So what can we do? Do we get swallowed by the sea? Do we “brave the storm”? Do we “the storm pass”? Because the reality of most situations is that during the situation, we can’t do anything. We can do something “after” the storm. I believe it’s “after the storm” and the actions that we take during that time is what shows who we are. It’s ok to do nothing. It is acceptable to cry. It is human to do nothing. At least, for a while. But, after the slump, we must take back what is ours. We must yell at the storm, at life itself, scream to the heavens that we can overcome whatever it is that we face. Show life that we can get stronger.
“If you allow yourself, you can become stronger in the very places you were broken” – Jane Fonda
The reality of life is that we are always going to get hurt. We are always going to get broken. The majority of this comes from the people we trust, care, and love the most. What can we do? The only thing I can tell you is what I read a couple of days ago:
One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel- Madame de Pompadour
And if that angel is the one we humans call “soulmate”, well we can weather any storm. Why? Because they make you stronger than ever before.
For: Prof. Mariela Rivera López
Close my eyes
Lights muddle
An ocean dribbles
to drown my cries
A breeze wafts
the spell I’m under
I believe, I’m falling,
crashing through the sky
Your zephyrs entices me
they heal scars, one touch at a time
until I’m mesmerized completly
until you whispered my name…
I took notice
you flew away
your breeze fills me
as strong as gravity
~as strong as chains~
The lights darken
I fall of the edge
an orb strikes me,
I murmur your name
Still we tangle somehow
Colliding once, again & again
the moon shines above us
no escaping again
Open your eyes,
I opened mine
if you see what I observe
you wouldn’t fly away no more
Lights glisten
as does the sky
the ocean fades
you heard my smile
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=br_plcL-GCU
-Musical Poetry
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this waybecause I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest ismy hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
| — | Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets |
Upon this sable skin
life slashes against me
disappointments
loss
rejections
plights…
I have become an Atlas
but worry not…
your skin can heal me
one line at a time.
-mp 2013
by: E.E.CummingsOne of my favorite poems. My soulmate dedicated this poem to me not so long ago…
I wish I could stop this feeling
That I could stop this pain
Wish I could stop this anger
boiling through my veins
I wish you did something
(something) I couldn’t forget
Something unforgivable
Something insane
Something insane
You’ll be the death of me
you’ll take me to my grave
But death will be sweeter
when I whisper your name
& together we will be
together in our pain
together in our sorrows
together… again
I wish I could forget you
and the time we spent (yeah)
I wish I could find
someone to fulfill this space
this space you left inside me
that will forever stay
You’ll be the death of me
you’ll take me to my grave
But death will be sweeter
when I whisper your name
& together we will be
reunited in our pain
together in our sorrows
forever in our hearts
Forever we will stay
Your kisses defy death
Your touch keeps me alive
Don’t let me know
if you forget about me
or if you found another man
I know I’ll just stay here
keeping death by my side.
Crystal clear sky
Moon shining high
From a window, I can see
everything we have,
everything we can be…
In a distant land, they’ve told me
A mother holds her treasure
uncomfortable from the cold
warmed by her faithful companion
wishing to give something more…
…A wanderer stops, searching for heat
Boys and girls wait for their favorite day.
People rejoice, laugh and play
A humble tree, decorated, and sparkling shows
“The most wonderful time of the year”
Mistletoe, wreathes, and cookies
decorate our home, while our Rudolph
lays beside his gingerbread abode.
In the twilight I know
-just as the snow slows-
everything we’ve been,
everything we’ve known
all the memories unfold
Our first hello,
Our first goodbye,
Our first kiss,
Our lullaby
And here we are,
Together, at last
Together as one
In our first Silent Night…
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