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Alas it was you.
It was you all along.
The spark I was missing,
the muse that kisses
the lighting that strikes me---
helpless, I am when you are near.

Alas, it was you. I was looking
far and all the way through
and right inside me, there was you.
Why was I such a fool? It was you.
Always you. The match that fires this,
inside, you rattle and shake,
rattlesnake---come bite me.

Alas, it was you. All along,
it was you. The current that pushes,
a tsunami floats within me,
please don't spite me for not realizing
sooner. I will evacuate to a safe zone soon enough.
Alas. It was I. In disguise,
safe and hiding, my demise.
It was I all along. A muse so divine.
Living in your spine. Time to let it shine.

drink poetry

i'm gonna drink myself until poetry tonight.
chug chug chug and from the tips of my toes
comes a signal of flow, let the words melt
in verses, reverse this, i'll become poetry
with an blood alcohol level of one point three,
i'm gonna drink myself until poetry tonight,
stumbling though my fingertips, blurring into the night.
morphing into something more
making out with the first boy that buys me a drink
at the club. i'm gonna drink myself until poetry tonight.
slurring emotions mixed with poisons taken in excess.
take a moment in the bathroom to puke it all midway.
i'm gonna drink myself until poetry tonight and deal
with a love ridden hangover when i get it.

This is a poem.

This is a poem.
This is a poem about a poem.
This is a poem about a poem within a poem.
This is a poem about a poem within a poem of a poem.

She was a poem.
She was a poem about a poem.
She was a poem about a poem within a poem.
She was a poem about a poem within a poem of a poem.

I will be a poem.
I will be poem about a poem.
I will be poem about a poem within a poem.
I will be poem about a poem within a poem of a poem.

This is a poem, about her, and how she made poetry
within me, whose verses only came from me,
for she's not a writer; she was a poem.  And so was I,
for poetry was all around us when we intertwined.
This is a poem, and like it there are others, for I am the poetry
she wrote about; around me,inside me, beside me. We were a poem.

Verses running a mock, in the lines of this earth--
I am the pen your poem is holding hostage.
I am the page you ink all over.
I am the rhyme between those highs,
so you get to rise above the stanzas.

I am a poet. I am a poem. I am this.

y así es como debe ser.

Estas sola.
Acéptalo.
No es un juego.
Estas sola,
y se te va de las manos.
entre tanta ola,
se te olvida
como nadar.

Estas sola.
Acéptalo.
No es un juego.
No hay remedio.
Llegas. Sola.
Te iras. Sola.
Entre tanta pangola,
se te olvida
como progresar.

Estas sola.
Acéptalo.
No es un juego.
Es perfecto.
Lo necesario,
por mas que busques,
lo llevas adentro.

Estas Sola.
Acéptalo.
Entre tanta historia boba,
no pierdas lo mágico de
las conversaciones
a cualquier hora
que surgen
entre tu y tu aliento.

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.

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