Poesías

Gracias Gia.

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Oh, yeah, I like to leave a reply. This is why I love photography and art… It inspires me to wonder and get lost in thought… Muses, muses leading me into places forbidden…

We hide our darkest side,
our darkest dreams,
our darkest wishes,
our darkness.

So we ask,
What is dark,
what is white,
what is good,
what is bad.

Everything has been established by man
from within it came.
All is what it is, nor good or bad.
Is it hard to understand?
is it hard to realize, this is
what makes us who we are.

Are we human beings?
are we more than we are taught to believe.

We are more, more than what a mind can conceive.
It is what it is.

Nigri Draókos
Psicofilosofía Urbana (c)1980
Copyright 1980 JoeAbbis ICP

An Inch Closer

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Más cerca…

Doodles and Scribbles

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An Inch Closer

no this isn’t
about forever
I’m not talking
about love
or promises
nor tomorrow
what I’m saying is
the night is young
you’re alone
and so am i
the wind is howling
and the moon
oh yes, the moon
is ever so glorious
so maybe—
just maybe
we could pull
each other
an inch closer.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to dVerse’s Open Link Night hosted by the lovely Mish. The night is young and so are we. Let’s get drunk on poetry tonight, shall we? #TGIF 😀

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Dreams and Heartache

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Descorazonadas ySueños

Dreamspinner Extraordinaire

My nights are cold and empty
Since the day you left me
Somehow I find solace in my dreams
Where I ride the waves to reach you
But I keep getting washed up on different shores
Sometimes I ask the stars
To come down from their perch
And give you a kiss in your sleep
While the wind sings you
A lullaby outside your window
But the kisses cannot penetrate your deep slumber
So the wind, out of pity, sends me back home
Before the sun can catch me out of bed

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Possibilities

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People, Things, and Life

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The blood pumping
through my veins
or the thoughts
that can’t escape my brain.
-What is it
that makes me believe
that the world around me
isn’t all that it seems?

I look beyond
what’s plain to see
and open my eyes
to what could be.

So many others
hold their eyes closed
and to what I know,
they’ll never be exposed.

Keeping their vision
planted too firmly in reality
restrains their growth
and erases their morality.

For all they see
is all the cruelty,
what’s real, set in concrete-
instead of all the possibilities.

Image credit: http://positivemindconsulting.com/2011/02/27/imagine-the-possibilities/

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The Storm

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People, Things, and Life

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All the time I feel the air.
Breezing by, everywhere.
Can it feel me? Does it notice me?
Does anyone, anywhere really care to see?
Everywhere I go, there’s no feeling of space.
Free from the toxins that impale this place.
Gone are the times of solitude and innocence.
Here is the now, the age of dissonance.
I walk among the reckless and the recluse.
Just those who are already stuck in the noose.
Kindly floating by, observing society.
Listening to the lack of sincere propriety.
Missing their voice, which got caught in the wind.
Nothing’s right, we’re trying too hard to blend.
Only to discover it’s us who are the plague- blurring among the faces, all too vague.
People who fall to greed and lust,
Quiver so slightly in the air like dust.
Rising through the storm are the few.
Sickness has settled on us all like dew.
Trying…

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The Abyss

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People, Things, and Life

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Reaching across the barrier
into the darkness.
Blind to the forces
congregated in the abyss.

Faces emerge
through the obsidian air
but to what they are,
you are unaware.

Demons that lurk
in the depth of the night?
or figments
that have escaped your mind?

Your eyes closed-
and your hand extended.
Facing those fears
that remained suspended.

Suspended- in the back
of your wandering thoughts.
Just floating above
that line you’d never cross.

But here you stand-
on the edge of innocence and sin,
questioning where one ends
and the other begins.

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Rojos Everywhere

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Mamma Testa!

Hace no demasiados años, unos veinte o veinticinco, buscando no sabía exactamente qué en los papeles de mis padres, encontré un documento singular.

Era una credencial con la fotografía de mi padre, el esta muy serio,y muy muy joven, mirando al frente, con todo su cabello oscuro y su juventud, e incluso hasta bien parecido

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