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  1. Symphony

    lunes, 16 de julio de 2012


    the strings in her back
    played unheard songs
    at distance,
    and up close
    only vibrations some could hear

    she told the doctor
    “there’s nothing wrong,
    my back just has rhythm”
    after the doctor told her
    “you need to sit up straight”

    ... 

    -CCC

  2. So many mindless orphans of life running around crowds. One sided freaks, everywhere, worried about nothing. Discombobulated debaters of worn out arguments.

    People who don't remember where they've been are bound to make a fool out of themselves.

  3. The Arrival

    sábado, 14 de julio de 2012


    While succumbed in her slumber
    She hears the squeak of the gate
    Then tosses and turns on her shoulder
    Slowly opens her eyes and focuss her gaze


    Pauses on the night stand a dark figure
    the “tink” and the “tumb” of falling gold
    then closes her eyes fast to not look eager
    faking her sleep while her arm lolled


    The figure kept moving around the room
    under the blanket a smile had set loose
    looking at the silhouette that in the dark loomed
    eyes half open, to look awake she refused


    At last the silhouette approaches the bed
    she convinces herself to be profoundly at rest
    he folds down the sheets and kisses her head
    wraps her in his arms warmer than a nest


    No more fear, let’s go to bed
    Dad is home, keep on at rest
    She told this to herself as she laid her weary head
    Starlight, moonlight, black veil at best

    -CCC

    I made this poem on Father's Day. And if you are ever wondering, yes, it's base on my childhood. It was a really nice feeling knowing my dad got home. I feel like this poem has a kid story kind of vibe. It's simple, it rhymes, is short, so I guess is something someone could read to their kids. I tried to remember all my genuine thoughts of the moment my dad got home so it could translate to something transparent and innocent.


  4. The boat tosses side to side
    I sit on the end of the row
    Suddenly it collapses to the right
    I fall directly into the glass

    The screams wake me up

    The curtains rise up
    A tempestuous wind enters the room
    Choking in my bed I lay
    The doors shake

    An earthquake
    The curtains are flying
    I can see the doorknobs shaking,
    shining in the night

    Nightmares are so different now

    -CCC

  5. Te encontré. En medio de tu propia consistencia; espesa y amontonada. Tomé mi dedo, lo deslice en la superficie, luego la saboreé. Un sabor agrio. Te encontré también, absorbido en tu propia cotidianidad, en tu costumbre. Absorbido en ti mismo. Te perdí, en tu viscosa ajenidad. Te perdí, en medio de tu densidad. Impenetrable quizás, te vas solidificando. Te pierdo, en tu pesadez.