I left the door ajar for a while
Not out of hope but of denial
Poetic delusion bound to dissolve
Now I’ve closed it
Its lock rusty with tears
Its key close to my heart
Out of reach
poetry scraps #18
2025.02.10poetry scraps #17
2025.02.09As I walked through the depths of hell
I did not look back like Orpheus
I stayed true
A mantra in my mind
That this was a beginning
Trudging in the shadows towards the light
Bloodied knees and unbroken resolve
I snatched it all back
My sanity
My life
My love
My hope
I did not go through the depths of hell
To regain my tranquility
So I would lose it now
To an undeserving heart
I keep going
Stumbling maybe
But forward
Unchained
let it be (poetry scraps #7)
2024.12.24Let it be
Let my soul be your light
Let my tears be your water
Let my arms be your soil
So that you bloom like you deserve
Let it be all that
Have faith again
And find love anew
So that mine was not in vain
Salt (poetry scraps #16)
2024.12.07The band plays on the sidewalk
Trumpet glimmering in the sun
But I don’t hear the joy
Headphones on
Listening to sad songs
Lone terrace patron
Drinking her coffee
Added sugar but all I taste is salt
From the tears I repress
Not in public
Not now
They’ll flow later
But for now
The band plays on the sidewalk
And I don’t hear a single note
And the world is salt
ashes (poetry scraps #15)
2024.11.07I don’t know what it is
I don’t know what it isn’t
That for some reason
I am not worthy of your love
I don’t know what it is
I don’t know what it isn’t
That for some reason
I am not worthy of my own
Maybe this is the answer to that
Maybe the mirror cracked
When I looked at it
Presumptuous and vain
Thinking I was ready
Maybe the mirror cracked
To show me not the way
But my distortions
When I knew them by heart
and thought them conquered
Presumptuous and vain
Running not towards light
But false reflections
When the mirror cracked
And I realized that for all my efforts
I would never reach
When the mirror cracked
And my distortions exploded
And my hopes were shattered
Into as many razor-sharp shards
Presumptuous
Vain
Vanquished
I don’t know what it is
That makes me recoil
The reflection showed a broken path
And I fell
And maybe this time
I am tired
And maybe this time
I don’t get up
And maybe this time
I learn the bitter lesson
I don’t know what it is
I don’t know what it isn’t
That makes me so
But the die is cast
And it is faith gone
And it is hope lost
Because the mirror cracked
And the light was snuffed
And I got lost
In the ashes of dead dreams
fue como un adios (fragmentos poéticos #14)
2024.11.06y por si es la última vez que nos escribimos,
rayo de sol entre las nubes más oscuras,
si este hilo de Ariadna que te dí acaba roto
por culpa de los ladrillos agrietados
de esos muros que construyo a mi alrededor
que sepas que nunca te quiero olvidar a ti tampoco
me impediré buscar tu nombre en aeropuertos
en canciones o poemas
en hilos, en conversación, en redes
ciega seré para mejor despertar, algún día
con gratitud intacta, y paz, y amor
anhelo y esperanza de un corazón abierto de nuevo
poetry scraps #13
2024.09.24No one
No one’s first thought in the morning
No one’s good morning text
No one’s “tell me about your day”
No one’s “this made me think of you”
No one’s “welcome home”
No one’s “I love you”
No one to fill the void
No one’s someone
Invisible
Broken
Alone
Watching the sea erase
My footprints in the sand
Til not a trace remains
That I was ever here
But there’s no one
To notice
three little words (poetry scraps #12)
2024.09.23how is it that three little words can make a heart feel so big
yet make a soul feel so small
a cry for connections impossible
unanswered prayers lost in the depths
though the heart stays afloat, fighting against the current
pretending to swim as it tries not to drown
elated yet crushed at the same time
wondering why it keeps bidding for attention
desperate compulsion born of desperate thoughts
three little words that carry so much weight
but they’re so deep inside it can’t be freed
dark waters rise under the shadow of an indifferent moon
and the cold light of distant stars
the heart feels
but the soul knows
and pain overcomes everything
until my feet touch the bottom
and I can finally stand and breathe
on Lethe’s shore, the final crossing
forgetting everything and everyone
forgetting these three words
even existed
maybe then, peace
fragmentos poéticos #11
2024.09.17Alma rebelde
Y salvaje
Que se libra
De cualquier jaula
Alma bella
Y brillante
Que ilumina
El más oscuro de los días
Ojos que reflejan el mundo
Con sed de horizontes lejanos
Anhelo de tierras desconocidas
Alegría del movimiento perpetuo
Sin anclajes
Solo quizá, un hilo
Invisible y delicado
Que te di como Ariadna
Confiando en que no lo soltarías
Un hilo precioso y frágil
Uniendo nuestras almas
Mientras espero tu regreso
Pajarito salvaje
No seré nunca jaula ni anclaje
Sino nido, abierto y cálido
Un refugio seguro
Siempre que quieras descansar
poetry scraps #6
2024.09.01Thoughts racing
Like windmills
Heart rushing through,
Don Quixote under spell
Brain, a futile Sancho
Trying to bring it to reason
Dry plains under a harsh sun
Dreaming a promise of rain
A Summer marked by falls
A Fall that begins with standing up again
Picking up the pieces
The endless cycle
This is not the end
Just a new beginning
Again,
And again,
And again…