To be in a perpetual state of grief
To always sink into a mawkish abyss
Held back, thrust forward, ill-equipped, here-you-go
It was to read as a brief chapter
Now it seems to play as the theme of the whole tome
Category: poetry
You, In This Light
You showed up… Or maybe you showed off… It’s all a little murky as it happened… Even now… in controlled recall.
You looked at me the way we stare at the sun… Not for long… All for wrong… Reasons.
I now wear these lemon glasses indoors and
REMS
This dream… My imagination could never come up with… Anything remotely close… With enough mindfulness to… Consider consequence… As part of
Poison the Well
I did not poison the well
I just wanted to have a drink of water
I may have overreached and
There You Are
There are places you avoid even if … It sounded like, then, a great idea… See where it goes…
This is not a rabbit hole… This is a snake pit, reasons for… Why those scars are right… There, both your
Prolly Nonsense
I stare at it
Remaining blank
Aim some well intended
Empty ideas, I fear
This thing will not get done
I never had the courage and I
Was presumed to be just lazy
I Still Have to Water the Plants
Her empty room, my tear filled heart
<p>I walk slowly
Slowly into
To your empty room
All thoughts of you come flooding in
I close my eyes
Open my heart
Calling out your ghost
You are nowhere near my truth
I’d stay, but more like left behind
I’d stay and water the plants
I remember you telling me
I can wake up late
Saturdays til noon
Sweep the yard at dawn
Come back to bed
Still, I’d have to water the plants
I’d stay and water the plants…
Shedding Skin
You’ll never know it
Where and when it starts
Then you’ll see patterns
Of yourself
With which muscle is dominant in their smile
What they find funny
Where they find happiness
And I know we’ve been taught
To find our own
Be it learned through a tragic lesson
Or influenced popular opinion
For So Long Now
Dear Thierri & Vedder,
A friend of mine re-posted this poem from more than 15 years ago. Published through Bulacan State University’s collegiate paper “Pacesetter”. I used to get a kick out of how our artists interpret the verbiage that is my poetry. The illustration gives it perspective and texture that was invisible when it was in vacuo of my head.
Allan Flores, the artist and
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