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19.01.20

En esta madrugada en la que mis pensamientos claman tu ausencia.

No encuentro forma más cobarde de exiliar mis sentimientos que esta.

Y es que te busco y de pronto te encuentro, en conversaciones a la media noche, en llamadas dónde solías cantarme asegurandote de que el sueño me haya consumido, en fotografías dónde exhibías las ganas de contagiarme tu alegría.

Y ojalá estuvieras aquí, ideandote de mil y un maneras el cómo conseguir una de mis sonrisas. Ojalá y estuvieras aquí pidiéndome más de lo que podría ofrecerte.

Y hoy que es cuando me siento triste, porque que te estoy perdiendo. Porque que me estás olvidando.

Una luz se va apagando, junto con todos mis intentos de componer algo que no ha sido dañado.

Decido escribirte y llorarte por última vez.

Para no lastimarme, para no lastimarnos.

La esperanza de la necesidad de verte a mi lado, hoy comprendió que el tiempo se llevó la victoria.

Por ello,

Hoy me dejo ir.

Te dejo ir.

the sun is kind to you

the sun is kind to
you
it burns you
just enough to
bring your beauty to
the surface
and when I shield
my eyes
from it in the
morning
or the
evening
I think about your short
breaths
the way
you gave into
me
for a little while
how we
thought we
finally found
what we’d been
doing so poorly
without
our
heartstrings tied
in
foolish knots
our light
misleading
in the dark

There is always
a lasting effect no matter what,
like anything which can bridge you
to a certain memory;
it has nothing to do with you now,
but how it haunts you from the inside:
your bones feel hollow,
your heart beats faster,
and your mind wanders.
It does not mean,
there is nothing to it anymore;
it puts you into these feelings,
which somehow quite strange and perplexing;
you just have to live with it,
anyhow and by any means.
—  Chuck Akot, A LASTING EFFECT

Maisie

I know a ghost named Maisie

Some folks think I am crazy

The whole town’s met her

But still don’t get her

Don’t focus on the hazy

-

To talk to ghosts, you must believe

You’re speaking to a ghost

That may seem rather obvious

But a step skipped by most

-

I know a ghost named Maisie

Though we both don’t know if they see

They walk while she hovers

They talk vile of her

If they go too far they may see

-

At midnight, Maisie loves to cook

Her focus in a hungry pyre

Enchanted fiends from broken books

Their cursed bones to the phantom fire

“Will you just kiss me so softly, kiss me with heat.. kiss me harder, now make me need it.”

The thing is, I want your lips right here *just points at my lips* give me a kiss - eUe..

Have you ever

Had a nosebleed?

They clog

And fill

And drip

And spin

Empty you from within

Maybe

That’s why

I feel dead

Empty

When my nose

Starts to itch

My body

Purges

Blood

Feelings

Life

Empty inside and out

The room

Is spinning

Tilted on 

An axis

My body

Is filled

With life

Laughter

Blood

Put a spigot

In my nose

Drip

Drop

Drip

Drop

Maybe

One day

I'll 

Run out

-Nosebleed, by me

Touch me

I’m always ready

You’re always there

So why don’t you just touch me?


It would take no effort

It wouldn’t cost you your pride

It wouldn’t take very long

So why not make contact?


Did I hurt your ego?

Did I wound your pride?

Did I break your heart?

Did I lose your trust?


Is it not as simple as I make it seem?

Crossing the distance of a couple of inches

Is more like traveling light years in the vacuum of space

Without a spaceship to guard your life


Then, can it be, that I am isolated from you?

Can you only see me through a telescope?

Can you hear me scream

Or does the sound die out years before it ever reaches you?


How do two people reconnect after severance?

I don’t want to lose you

You owe me too much to give up 

Don’t ever say “never again”


We had something good

Something that lit the whole world on fire

It was all over the tube and the wire 

You, me—it was the perfect team


I cannot see my days the same way after your arrival 

And you are missing a voice 

Can’t we come together 

And mix like peanut butter and jelly?


All you have to do is touch me

With the tip of your finger and we reconnect 

Like plugging a cord into a socket

Turn me on, baby, and I will light up for you


Harmony and coexistence

Days as sweet and natural as honey

Give me your love

I will swallow it all whole 


Just touch me in my special spot 

With your dainty little finger

So precious and measured

I’ll love you forever and ever

The 2010's in Twenty Lines or Less

She was welcomed to the Greatest Show Unearthed

And the community was there for her messy birth

The rabbit raced for a cure in a futile quest

The bastard Son tried to prove he was the best

The angel fell from grace into a Lake of oil

The raccoon was the victim and ultimately foiled

A old friend of the family now rests in peace

A story about Christmas, Dr. Seuss, and grace

He traveled through time with a guise of class

A toon had a chance and it bit her in the @$$

The alchemist decided to play a little game

There was a marathon horrorshow without a name

A letter to oneself will sometimes mislead

An inspiring master left in a time of need

Evil has a face, and he’s three inches tall

Two adventurers awakened, but they didn’t hear the call

He was burning bridges like it was going out of style

Light up a cigarette, but don’t stay for a while

The Flying Dutchman can be seen from space

Superiority is a lie, and can be a disgrace