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Solamente susurrarte
Mi corazón no es tuyo; pecado
es pretender tomarle al otro
lo que tú nunca has prestado.
Solamente mirarte a los ojos,
apreciar en ellos el espanto
y el dolor, cuando converjan
en la forma de mis rasgos.
Solamente ocasionarte un dulce llanto,
que no germine por desdicha,
mas no nazca sin quebranto.
Solamente hacerme cruel,
y oírme así llamado,
por la voz ahogada en dudas
de tus labios.
Solamente ir sonsacando
en ti aires de letargo,
divorciando los albores
de tus dudas y tus ganas.
Solamente entonces, cuando salga tu alma
de la prisión esquiva que has armado,
le daré yo sepultura con la mía que has amado.
Mi corazón no es tuyo; pecado
es pretender tomarle al otro
lo que tú nunca has prestado.
Solamente mirarte a los ojos,
apreciar en ellos el espanto
y el dolor, cuando converjan
en la forma de mis rasgos.
Solamente ocasionarte un dulce llanto,
que no germine por desdicha,
mas no nazca sin quebranto.
Solamente hacerme cruel,
y oírme así llamado,
por la voz ahogada en dudas
de tus labios.
Solamente ir sonsacando
en ti aires de letargo,
divorciando los albores
de tus dudas y tus ganas.
Solamente entonces, cuando salga tu alma
de la prisión esquiva que has armado,
le daré yo sepultura con la mía que has amado.
Literature
The Witching Hours
Night climbs slowly up the spires
Tow’ring above still, silent streets.
At last have come the witching hours
When ghosts and goblins dare to meet!
The gargoyles and the ghouls all prance
In gutters where the children trod
At day before a yawning trance
Did send them to the Land of Nod
The witches trade potions for spells
To keep the creeping spiders out,
Much like farmers from green dells
Ask merchants, “How much for a dozen trout?”
The poltergeists ascend the towers
And sing like choirboys all the way,
Then fly to the bells and ring out the hours
Before night will be lost to day.
But alas, the dark must end sometime,
Th
Literature
apparition
you arrived
an apparition
spilling the sun between your fingers
in a world that had never seen the dawn
(this reality does not belong
with you in it)
my fist uncurled
you pressed into my palm
the star in its entirety
my soul unfurled
awakened to witness my burning
(i can no longer call it my own,
not since you called it by name)
you sailed through waves of flame
and slept by hearths of ice
you taught me that flight
was unnecessary
just trample the skies
beneath your feet
it is the ground that drifts
beyond your reach
(you are, and are not,
a contradiction)
ghosting always
past my periphery
you lived
in shattered mirrors
reflected
r
Literature
I Feel
At times like this,
I feel so alone,
I know you're here,
I know you love me.
Yet still I feel withdrawn,
cloaked within myself,
hiding.
I long to be...
wanted,
desired,
liked,
loved.
It is like a drug,
I cannot quit.
Maybe it's the depression,
but when I'm like this,
there are two drugs I crave,
love and solitude.
Torn between being alone,
so you won't see the pain,
and being loved enough
to erase the pain.
Each day it grows,
worse and worse,
needing more and more,
until I drain you dry,
with nothing
left to give.
Waiting for you...
to touch me,
to want me,
to hold me,
to love me.
At tim
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This is 51th of the 100Themes Challenge,
Troubling Thoughts.
Also, it seems i'll be writing in spanish for a change...
which is nice, really, because i think i was getting tired of english...
At least hobby-wise xD
Troubling Thoughts.
Also, it seems i'll be writing in spanish for a change...
which is nice, really, because i think i was getting tired of english...
At least hobby-wise xD
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I wish I new Spanish well enough to be able to rhyme in it...well done!