April Poetry #5, 6 and 7 Bilingual

Tus Manos

mi corazon volado

satisfecho en tu pecho

tus manos fuertes, sensuales.

alcansando lo alcansable.

con el calor del sol,trabajando, alsando

morenas, salvajes

locas en la obscuridad

buscando calor

apacionadas, hambrientas

suaves, con ancias llegando con temor

con amor, con delicadesa.

Preparando donde

la fuente

desenvocara su pasion.

Deppressed

waking so alone
but so surrounded.
so upturned
but so grounded.

sick

tired

expanded.

too full , too empty
exploding
losing before startin
slowin my stride

takin a time out that aint mine.
stoppin and almost takin a turn.
feeling so alone.
wantin to talk with no words

loosin my words

my mind

my home

stretchin too thin
i wanted to win today
not tomorrow.
not slow

i can't wait.
i need to escape
but i'm not sure from what.
every day passes

everyday

I feel it darkning my soul

eatin with no hunger.

sleepin with no slumber
loving with no heart.
thinkin with no brain

hurtin with no pain.
slowing down slowly
no excuse no worry
no reason

but each season

comes and it feels colder

stranger

darker
forced to wait
forced to never escape
forced to want

forced to be trapped
trapped and not knowin by what
slowing darkenin
mad sad

unemployed.

dizzy paranoid
longin for the farewell from welfare.
hopin without stretchin
endin today with hope that tommorow i wont feel so annoyed.

Lies

you keep telling me your not like that

you keep telling me you never judge

you keep telling me so much

i keep stopping to think

i keep thinking that i agree

i keep seeing stuff that just don't match

today you didn't have to say that you felt that you were better

today all those words i keep hearing from your lips

today turned into limp dreams

of fake stories

of constructed truths vanishing into dark paths of lies

of false illusions

you paved for me to see

you shaped from abstract thoughts

you wish were reality but are nowhere for me to see

Picture of Isaac and Flor holding hands by  Gisselle Fotography