#micropoetry
There is a maiden
running around
with a cylinder
and she is wearing pants
head held high
going straight towards a goal
carriages make a sudden stop
kids look curiously
the police are on their way
I stop and stare
and smile
wondering why
everybody else seems to care
-mayapoetbe
see the world passing by
through your inner eye
trying different lifes
in multiple times
on earth and in the sky
-MayAPoetBe (draft)
you are not trying to forget
what I did to you
you are trying to forget
everything at all
- mayapoetbe (draft)
I don’t belong to anyone
I don’t belong to you
You don’t belong to anyone
but me
-mayapoetbe
the world keeps on spinning
as if we’re not in it
keeps on turning
as if it does not care
and we’re just not learning
to stay at a point
-MayAPoetBe (draft)
“distance makes the heart grow fonder”
has always been a lie…
distance makes the heart grow weary
of waiting on replies
“so important to realize that some feelings you carry aren’t necessarily ones that belong to you, but feelings connected to past or younger versions of you that felt unseen, unheard or unloved. certain feelings don’t just appear from thin air, they stem from unresolved energy.”
— iambrillyant
one day i want to wake up without the weight of the world crushing me. i want the day to greet me with open arms, soft skies. i want to feel free, weightless. i want to feel like a soul that has purpose, not one that only carries pain.
I hide my feelings, dig so deep into the soil, try to place them down below. But then I remember, whatever is planted will always grow. They sprout with fierce reminders, splintered souls made for breaking skin. I should’ve known that one day, I’d have to face my past again.
Isabel Cabrera
harvest hearts: the leaves fall to our feet, the world drops dead, and we come alive.
There is a song in my mind, and she sings in sorrows. Some days it’s a quiet melody, a simple hum. Other days it’s a mess of words, a scream into silence. It’s a raging voice, reckless and ready to ruin me.
i miss our memories, i miss who you were when we made them.
La suerte de mi vida
Sabes? He estado pensando…
En la tierra hay 7.350 millones de personas… Y sin embargo nos hemos encontrado, nos hemos visto, nos hemos empeñado y NOS TENEMOS.
Que suerte no? Esto sí que es que te toque la lotería… Y digo yo….ya que me ha tocado la lotería…ahora tócame tú. Tócame tú cada navidad de muchos años. Tocame tú como deseo cumplido de cada uno de mis cumpleaños. Tócame tú cada vez que vea una estrella fugaz. Tócame tú por dentro y por fuera hasta que me falte el aire y en el último suspiro pueda decir, “he sido millonaria toda mi vida”.
Ya tuve la suerte de encontrarte entre 7.350 millones de personas, habría que ser muy idiota para dejarte escapar…
Mybutterflygirl*
I saved myself
Me amó y no entendí su amor. En las tardes de invierno me arropaba con sus brazos, metíamos los pies bajo la sábana y me contaba historias de dinosaurios.
Benjamín Griss
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From my collection, Murmur Rumble Roar: Poems About Climate Change. Available on Amazon worldwide.
From my book, Murmur Rumble Roar: Poems About Climate Change. On Amazon worldwide.