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My mind is a conch shell,
filled to the brim with voices;
it collects echoes and laughter
and I can still hear your voice
even though it's been a year since
you traded your hat collection
for thick rope
and a tombstone.
Sometimes when I miss the tilt of your grin
I sit in my closet, cloaked in blankets as
my conch shell replays the ocean within your lungs
I swear I can hear you, still trying to convince me
to join the rugby team
despite my false knees.
While I may be a baptized atheist,
I like picture you infecting everyone
living behind Heaven's gates
with your endless optimism because
you give me a reason to believe and
God, I want to believe so badly,
that there is place
where you're sorry that
you sold your heart to Death
and took mine with you.
I want to believe you've found
a new friend to plays checkers with
and when I join you, I'll play too
even though I always lose,
I'll join happily because losing checkers
is nothing compared to losing you.
filled to the brim with voices;
it collects echoes and laughter
and I can still hear your voice
even though it's been a year since
you traded your hat collection
for thick rope
and a tombstone.
Sometimes when I miss the tilt of your grin
I sit in my closet, cloaked in blankets as
my conch shell replays the ocean within your lungs
I swear I can hear you, still trying to convince me
to join the rugby team
despite my false knees.
While I may be a baptized atheist,
I like picture you infecting everyone
living behind Heaven's gates
with your endless optimism because
you give me a reason to believe and
God, I want to believe so badly,
that there is place
where you're sorry that
you sold your heart to Death
and took mine with you.
I want to believe you've found
a new friend to plays checkers with
and when I join you, I'll play too
even though I always lose,
I'll join happily because losing checkers
is nothing compared to losing you.
Literature
Bennett
Never have I met someone
so unafraid of the dark,
so willing to face my demons
& fight this beast.
Of course I would love you,
my clueless warrior,
of course I would treasure
your simple heart of gold
& it's you that I long for
in the night time
when the madness comes
creeping in.
Your arms & your warmth
chase the emptiness away.
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Rombos
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El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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Rest In Peace
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Love you. Beautiful poem.