One Night Out
The night life is only for three kinds of people: the ones who want to scape from daylight reality, the wolf-men, and vampires. All of them have a characteristic in common: they all hate something or someone. During a night out, you see them all reunited in the darkest places, where music is extremely loud so the screams can not be…[Read more]
There are people who die repeating the same day all their existence.
We need to open our wings and fly high above the clouds before we wake up
And realize we don’t have them anymore.
Don’t be a prisoner of our own mind.
Loneliness can be a cage, torturing four walls that consequently will fell upon us.…[Read more]
She is leaving.
With him, she leaves her most bizarre experiences like the dead bird below his bed.
She know he has hope she will come back, because she has always been a cat climbing from ceiling to ceiling but habitually returning home.
However, this time she will not come back, that is why she left the indelible mark of red lipstick on…[Read more]
I am leaving.
With you I leave my most bizarre experiences like the dead bird below your bed.
I know you have hope I will come back, because I have always been a cat climbing from ceiling to ceiling but never leaving home.
However, this time I will not come back, that is why I left you the indelible mark of red lipstick on your pillowcase.…[Read more]
Langston Hughes’ poem “Harlem” enters into conversation with Brooks’ “Kitchenette Building” by interpreting the reality of inaccessible dreams and goals during their history. Hughes makes this approach by questioning what happens to postponed dreams by using metaphor, simily and imagery. “Does it stink like rotten meat?/Or crust and sugar…[Read more]
They come and go flashing like a shooting star.
They can be obscure and mysterious like the glance of a feline,
or transparent and bright like pure water in a slow running river.
They can make you suffer in the second circle of Dante’s Inferno,
or they can make you gloriously rave in The Starry Night of Van Gogh.
Silence lashes in the d…[Read more]
Poetry is connection.
As Relief is your mother’s hug after a long, exhausting day,
As Inspiration is looking at a colorful sunset while listening to your favorite song,
As Love is the explosion in your chest and throat when you kiss your beloved,
As Serenity is laying on the grass on a starry night, appreciating another day of life.…[Read more]