Flowers are nice

Everybody loves flowers.
Flowers are nice.
I'd give you flowers
but I know flowers die.

Instead, I write poems
about flowers and your smile.
I could also write about the hours,
the moments passing by.
Write about how time flies by,
whenever you are by my side.
I'm certain it conspires to expire
in the blink of an eye.

See,

I could give you flowers,
but I'd rather kiss your back.
I'd rather hold you closely,
and never let go of your hand.
I could write about the flowers, yes
those that grow in my insides.
They live in my stomach
and sway when I wake up
to your skin next to mine.

Everybody loves flowers.
but I know flowers die.
I'm gonna skip the flowers,
and offer you my time.

because even though hours turn into minutes,
and minutes into seconds, I can't deny,
nothing make me happier than an instant
in your arms.


yo. fuck flowers.

Feli Lunes # 5432154

Nueva York Tiene Todos Estos Vicios

No tengo weed. Llamen a los refuerzos

te recuerdo que esto tiene que ser en verso

escribo, pero no respiro

inhalo pero no exhalo

aquí todo me da frío. 

y pierdo a veces el hilo. 

Nueva York tiene todos estos vicios

no inicio

ningún tipo de lio,
eso de problemas no es lo mío,

aquí todo es melaza,

tranquilo

escucha el silbido de la noche. 

Las luces y los troces

se esfuman entre voces

y te olvidas por un momento que estas entre

billones, que entran y salen de esta ciudad,

de todos los rincones le llegan

a mi "melting pot"

where can I find a dealer?

'perate, que se me chueca el filo.

hay que escribir pa' ver si pega

en algún sitio.

sacarlo por los dedos

dejarlo por todo el piso.

sin filo, te corto hasta 

los tornillos

esos que te faltan,

viviendo entre tanta basofia,

entre tanta historia,
entre tanta memoria,
que importa si---

Nueva York tiene todos estos vicios. 

The Wetness Of It All

There are 5 oceans in the world and I've only had my feet in two.
I've heard of the seven seas but when I look at wikipedia
the list goes closer to fifty three.
I'm not sure how the oceans I've stepped on differ,
other than location, color and temperature.
I guess the waves differ too.
Never been to the red sea, black sea or dead sea.
There are 5 oceans in the world, but
there's more land dividing me from that I want than water.
After extensive research, I've concluded that
the Caribbean sea is warmer than the mediterranean.
In case you were wondering,
Earth is 70% water. What I want is also 70% water.
It's kind of funny how cumming made me think of oceans.
The wetness of it all.

something broke inside her, fix me.

something broke, in her
mind, oh fragile mind,
something broke her.

something broke, and I can't fix it.
my rock, she broke, and I can't fix it.
someone come help me, fix it.
she's gone. she's not here. she's
broken. fix it.

half sense sentences,
compulsive hand usage,
urges to run free,
to organize EVERYTHING,
confusion reigns,
i can't do this without you,
someone fix her.

something broke inside her.
and she won't let me beside her.
to try and understand this new way
she sees the world.
fix me.

I want to dive into your psychosis.
Feel the new era upon me.
"ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE"
and I'm just part of your tech crew,
my dear. fix me.

So i can roam free like you.
So i can understand what you're going through.
let's fix this.

I Hereby Declare: I Am Alive

I AM ALIVE!

I BREATHE THE OXYGEN

THAT LACKS IN THESE 

BUSHWICK STREETS.

I TAKE CABS HOME

AFTER HAVING BUTT SEX

WITH THIS MONTH'S LATEST

CONQUEST. I AM ALIVE.

I SIT AND TYPE ON MY COMPUTER

AND THE BIRDS CHIRP OUTSIDE. 

I GO TO THE BATHROOM. ALIVE!

I EAT. I BRUSH MY TEETH. I'M THE

MOST FREQUENT FLYER

OF ONE NIGHTS STANDS.

I'LL NEVER TEXT HIM AGAIN.

I AM ALIVE. I AM. I SWEAR.

I SEE THE SUN RISE AND SET

IN FROM EAST TO WEST.

I RUN. I JUMP. I PLAY BASKET

BALL. I AM ALIVE. 

I JUST FEEL DEAD

SOMETIMES. 

ÑETA.

Tan pronto te fuiste

As soon as you left, walked out the door
of my apartment/dorm
I took the liberty of making the bed,
we made and un made,
in a previous night/weekend of fury.
You went on your way:

[-to catch a bus,
-or an M train
-back to school,
-head to work,
-find apartments
-meet a friend
-grab some drinks]

{sometimesilosecountoftheways
 that you manage to weave
 i n a n d o u t o f m y l i f e.}

I proceeded to wash my face,
rid myself from your taste,
but a strand of your hair

[-curly,
-long
-short
-black
-purple
-castaño.]

A distracted me, decided to scrub away.
Get on my knees, and fabuloso the shit out of
 the shower you just took.
A misplaced bobby pin took me
to the back of your neck a n d

As soon as you left,
I took the liberty of baptising a new era.
the one that will end when you come back
to leave again.

As soon as you left:

[-Santurce
-Guaynabo
-Brooklyn
-Guashington
-Manhattan
-Syracuse
-Boston
-Madrid]

I get the urge to wash away.  All that lingers. The smell of your tingles.
I proceed to expurgate, all that is left,
as soon as you left.

Sleeping with exes

I.
Pick the deepest,
dirtiest,
scab.
and just rip it.
Now watch the skin
get put back together.

II.
exes: because who doesn't love
the nothingness in the morning.

III.
It feels the same.
It tastes the same.
The kiss, the same.
The touch, the same.
But, I mean, it's not the same.

IV.
I'm sure this time will be different
than the other "last times".

V.
"This is closure...right?"

VI.
Maybe if we try the same positions we'll get the feeling
we had before.

VII.
Maybe if we try different positions I forget we ever had a
before.

VIII.
Ok. This is the last time. I swear.

IX.
Because I like to remember who I was before you broke me.

X.
Because maybe if we do it enough times it'll become monotonous,
like we became, and you'll dump it too.

XI.
Because "some memory" is better than
no memory. At all.

XII.
"I can't come with anyone else."

XIII.
Because of the way my name rolls off
the toun
             gue.

XIV.
It's just physical. Or somewhat critical
to the heart's health. So you do it.

XV.
Because you know you won't be with them again.
And you want to preserve as much as you can get,
even if it's just
lousy sex.

XVI.
Ultimately, there's no justification
to this annihilation
of
self respect.

The Letters I Never Sent: Numero Dós.

Marzo, 8, 2014

Se nos fue tio 'afo. You already know this but, it takes time to process the information. Similar to the time it took to acquire the information. For example, they pulled the plug at 2PM. I texted aunt 'eidi at 2:45PM. As the message that travelled from my nanotransmitted finger taps, to my iPhone and then through ATT transmitters in space, and into her phone in Maryland, and her neurotransmitted eyes see my message, she was processing  a text from my cousin bearing the news.

Communication gaps between us. It's funny how I ended up closer to my aunt than tio 'afo. I bet you were closer to him than her. I bet you have more memories with him than I do. I hope he now makes you laugh like he made me laugh. Mi recomendación, aprovéchalo.

It's amazing how I learned about him through other people's perception of him. Whether he was a good husband/father/brother/son. I got to experience him as an uncle. An older one. A man with many stories. Women related mostly, but great stories. When you see him, since I'm assuming you will stop your busy life and meet up with him, tell him thanks for opening my eyes. El sabe.

I wish I would have talked to him more. I mean, do you think he'll have a voice in his after life? If only I knew how to say that in sign language. But I can't keep asking him silly questions. I can't keep making him laugh like he always did. The deaf have the best laughs. No les importa un carajo. 

Communication gaps between us, made us closer in a sense. We understand we won't understand everything that's said or read, or bled. I'm glad you and I can still talk like this.

Que en paz descanse tío. Y que no se nos olvide que la vida es maravillosa.

la Séptima. 

I was thinking of what to say

and then I said it

"I don't want to do this anymore"

Pupils Dilate.

Blood thickens,

freezes, releases,

leaving you in pieces

as I pack my bag and

walk away.

Your voice trembles.

"I don't understand"

you say.

I look at you straight

in the face,

the typhonic rush

of tears that remain

make me say:

"I can't lie

like you lie

to yourself."

"Please don't walk away

I can explain"

I leave you there

bare.

and from the window
i feel your stare
watching me go.
piercing the back of my head
as i move ahead.

a life without you
is a life i can bear.
no more heart of mine
to tear.

no heart, no heart
what heart?
it's gone.
puf.

te escucho en itálico

Y dice- eso de no saber que estas haciendo está de moda como a los veintes. Si. Nadie tiene idea de que carajo está haciendo y se le forma una crisis pendeja encima. Tu con calma que ya caes en camino. Dejas to estos vicios y las ganas de amar. Te conviertes en un robot, monótico. Sigues las reglas y con salario fijo.Estilo utópico, y quizás, erótico de las masas, que buscan esconderse en llamas.  Escucha, es en serio.  Nada de eso de tener hijos. Eso lo dejas pa' cuando haya tiempo pa' enamorarse. Y olvidarse de uno mismo como individuo y convertirse en un conjunto hermoso, o enfermizo, a veces hablo tanto del tema que me confundo. Y ni amor he conocido. Pero por lo que he visto, esa perdida del sentido, no va conmigo. Individuo.
Y volviendo al asunto, tu sigue por ahí sin rumbo, que ese, ese el truco.

-pues si

todavia no tengo musa

estoy como tusa

escribiendo estupideces

que ni sentido hacen

aveces