I can't believe we went through all that
For us not to say goodbye
A nod and a red sign
But I want to hear you say the words
Tell me to stop.
Tell me to stay.
Tell me "What are we doing?
We can't let go yet"
I turn and there is no one there
Not a person to argue
Not even one to stare
Just an old red sign asking me to stop
I keep walking
If the universe wanted, you will be the sign.
- This was not a midnight poem, but it was an insomnia one.
Si te hago un poema,
¿Me lo respondes de vuelta?
Si te escribo pistas
¿Entenderás la respuesta?
Si te lo digo con abrazos y caricias
¿Me seguirás el juego?
Si te lo digo con un beso
¿Entenderás entre versos?
Te entrego atardeceres,
para que me des tus noches.
Te regalo mis amaneceres,
para que te escapes en mis suspiros.
Te dedico mis recuerdos para que
puedas vivir otro día en ellos.
Te extraño en cada juego de
miradas en el espejo
Descansa en paz y deja el
insomn en mi lecho.
Ah, my child, though I cannot write back,
Know that I love you and
Hold you tight in my dreams.
Yes, I can still dream of you
and send you love back.
You look to the sky--sunset and sunrises.
Do you not know, that I am always with you,
Resting in God's Love and yours... Always...
"You are just like her" she said as she left the room And suddenly there was another name on her lips when she saw me, there was another face and feeling. I wasn't me. I was her. I had her tone of voice
That remarks that you are stupid, without saying it.
I had her eyes that look at you as you walk with anger. Why're you walking away from her?
I had her pain, anger, vengeance and malice.
I didn't feel like causing pain.
But did I look like I was enjoying it like her?
Was I ignorant of the damage I had done?
She became a shadow in the corner of my eye
As she whispered "you would never escape nature. Now come back to momma, dear. Is time to sleep."
I stare blankly at you
Nothing but rocks and blood
I am supposed to belong
You care for me and heal Wounds,
Scare away Shadows that pain me.
Everytime I come to you,
It feels shallow Like talking in an empty room
So I start to scream, Fill the space
My eyes water, My throat dries.
And I say I felt your warm. But it isn't true.
I only feel like I am in a deeper hole.
They force me to feel everything
So when there is nothing left
I will feel at peace.
I don't. It's just an unfulfilled promise...
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Hi Everybody, I've had a special guest poet today that I met on Tumblr...I read the first poem above and commented "Keep Writing..." but she did contact me regarding sharing here at Book Readers Heaven... I got the first poem ready, but I wanted more, so she sent me two more. I hope you like them... Although I have said many times that I don't have the background for reviewing poetry--I normally respond to the words most of all, I did agree to share my thoughts...
This individual, I feel, must write! She has found an outlet for expression that speaks for her as well as spoke to me, and I believe, will speak to others. She mostly writes in Spanish and I asked to include one here. Of course, I immediately went out and translated, LOL. For that one, I felt a response--perhaps not a response that was expected, but it felt right as I wrote it...
When we are young, our emotions are so strong, aren't they? It seems that there is nobody who can understand what we are going through. And yet, when you are brave enough to write a poem--yes, brave enough--you will find that there is not many, but a few who will find that your words have spoken about what you yourself, and they, have experienced... In the first two poems there is a reaching out to a special someone, while in the third, there is a plea--Don't you know I didn't want to cause pain and I certainly didn't enjoy it? Why oh why do we all get into these types of situations? These words force us to think about how we treat others, don't they?
Some people may not, but there will always be somebody who will listen or read what you've written. I find I am sympatico with this writer... and realize that she will need to become even more open to continue to write and work to learn other languages. That is a challenge that I believe should be taken and, indeed, Keep Writing, Michaella!
If some of you are Spanish speaking, I hope you will be sure to leave comments below... Michaella, I hope you will visit Book Readers Heaven again and perhaps...as an ongoing contributor!?
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