Una vez más entre mis brazos

¿cómo se siente estar en mis brazos?

me pregunto, a ver si en un segundo

me dices como se siente tener el mundo

en tu regazo.

yo la tenia a ella en mis brazos.
entre tantos suspiros, le susurre al oído

un "te amo", pero ella no lo escuchó.
en algún quinto sue~o andaba.
y yo admiraba aquella vista que poesía creaba.

su cara, tranquila, brillaba con la luz que entraba

por debajo de la puerta, En una encuesta me preguntaron

si creía en algo más fuerte que yo. "Este sentimiento. 

eso creo yo". y por ahí seguí explorando.

Su piel, más suave que papel "Charmin", 

me tentaba con el sube y baja de su respiración.

Contemplación, de lo que aquel roce de manos significaba.

Aquí, postrada en mi cama, andaba diciéndole más 

de lo que quería; Ay! de estas ansias por devorarla.

¿Cómo se siente estar en mis brazos?

porque tenerte es divino. Ay de este corazón intranquilo!

a ver cuando es que entenderé que no todo paraíso
es como el que yo imaginaba. 

"and i always thought the people you dated were dumbasses"

turns out I was one of those that got high hopes,
Dream big, fall hard, get up, do it again.
i was talking to the mother of my dead friend the other day.

[reality doesn't exist.] We concluded,
since this world is so dilluted,
A few seconds of lag between chat chirps
from Paris
To Brooklyn,
can make a life become deconstructed.

I type here. You see there. 5 seconds later because
tellecommunications
tends to control a lot of this made up time of ours.

There is nothing real.
And I always thought the people you dated were dumbasses
until i became one of those that falls too hard for the wrong thing.
Maybe it's
all some
sort of scheme.

I lose quality of my film by ganking off youtube.
and maybe I'm a dumbass that fell for you
in a reality that doesn't exist.

oh how this world is dilluted.
I'm one of those dumbasses that
falls for the guilt of you.

Graffi-

hare un graffiti por toda la ciudad,
desde el bronx a bushwick, lo leerán

todas las voces que se les hace prohibido callar.

veras la fecha que comenzó un amor fugaz.
Lo haré en tinta no permanente para que no

te de miedo una

"eternidad".

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.

te(chnology)quiero

if tumblr could express

what it feels like to be in 

[the same space,]

kissing ever so gently,

your face,

if every post on tumblr

 i

could feel 

like your embrace,

the kind that heightens

the heart rate,

ending in the shower,

some sort of passionate haze,

don't feel scared if I sound irate,

this is just another one 

of my plays

[with words.]

if a facebook like could tell you

all the things that in my heart you enable,

with your presence. hide all the notifications

of your eyes, in essence, you are trending

all over my wall, and I don't want to sound

appalled, but Zuckerburg can suck

on his relationship status quo.

"Mark as read, I do not want to read any more

from this comment."

now now, don't hurry,

this is not a race.

a lover's internal quarrels,

tend to leave a good taste.

now if i by posting this

i make some sort of headway,

i guess i'm not the only one 

wondering,

"if i like it, will she know that i thought it for her,

or will she wonder who i'm truly liking it for." 

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.

Pecas.

tu que pecas por mis pecas,
cuéntame, ¿de qué están compuestas?
Son acaso chispas de un sol caribeño
que quema. Que mucho quemas.

tu que pecas por mi pecas,
cuéntame, ¿de qué están echas?

Son acaso rostros de noches abatiendo

la cama, en vela. Que nochesitas las nuestras.

tu que pecas por mis pecas,
cuéntame, ¿qué tanto te atrae a ellas?
Son acaso evidencia de amor,
de playeo incesante,tu y yo

en perfecta brisa y marea.

tu que pecas por mis pecas,
cuéntame, ¿qué ves en ellas?

Porque yo no le veo ningún encanto.
Sonblock mal usado, testigo de  los años

y los que me restan, pecando.