#poeticprose

I took a step closer, moving towards the lake. Its surface had the reflection of a crescent on it, the bright light of the moon illuminating most of it. Lowering myself till my knees hit the hard ground,

I am trying my best to understand you Sarah. My heart is heavy, and my mind, racing with thoughts of you. How can I understand what you do not let me feel? How can I understand what you do not show me

‎ I still remember how it felt when you placed your hand in mine, in the ballroom under the shinning golden lights of the expensive chandelier. I still remember the feeling of the callouses on your palms

از زبان گادفری: مبهوت نگاه می کنم. به پیکر مبهمی که در تاریکی برافراشته شده در برابر دیدگانم. و به مرگ دعوت می کند و به زندگی. و من به این فکر می کنم که چرا این موجود فرابشری به مرگ می اندیشد و آن را نه

Source ‎I find it hard to breathe just thinking about it. I lay sprawled on the soft mattress of my bed and stare up at the ceiling just thinking about it. Would he find it cringe if he knew what I thought

Source Perhaps I've read so much books that I couldn't imagine emotional pain being anything other than the pain that resides in the heart and in the soul,from the love of two beings. Perhaps I've had

Source It’s getting harder now. It’s so difficult, so so difficult to breathe. I’m trying to pass through this, with a hollow heart and my teeth gritted so hard. I’m trying to breathe, trying to open my

Why are the letters so big? Why do they appear and disappear whenever I try to write? Why do they imitate the voices in my head, the way it bends and comes back at me in spears? Like the way that silly

Una ramificada reflexión acompañada de fotos recientes y viejas A branched reflection accompanied by recent and old photos

‎Would you come back? Some day? Soon? Any day? Would I continue to hear the sound of your voice whenever I'm alone in a room? Would I mistake your appearance for another? I can't see. I can't seem to find

En mi quehacer diario de aventura lírica, completo mi peregrinaje en mi pueblo ribereño: Caicara del Orinoco. Aquí, busco los sucesos inéditos de la imaginación y el cromatismo vibrante del paisaje. El

Llegó con las manos llenas de semillas, creyendo que la tierra extranjera las abrazaría como promesas. Traía en los bolsillos mapas de sueños tejidos al ritmo de un acento nuevo, palabras aprendidas a

Español Un bribón tacaño Un bribón tacaño una vez me tocó como santa secreto. Yo feliz por la fecha, la fecha de la esperanza y la paz. Esperanzado estaba por ver el regalo que me iba a dar. Ah, pero ese

La irresistible necesidad de encontrarme con el Orinoco desde mis puertos, me trae a mi puesto de admiración natural. Desde aquí disfruto la brisa del río que penetra mis orificios nasales con abundancia.

Source Negative external forces can be destructive to one's wellbeing, and they can force the individual to go on the mode of inaction instead of action. Can “they” take all the things I build for myself?

Source The Enemy Within My greatest enemy was not the hostile environment where I was born. It was not the unpredictable climate or the wild animals which could end any life for no particular reason other

When morning surprise me among your arms

Ha pasado un tiempo desde que escribí una prosa poética. Hoy ha sido un día para volver a ella. Un día que mi ser ha estado a punto de llorar en varias ocasiones, y muchos reirán al saber que este texto

Salud y paz. En estos momentos paso por un periodo de reposo, que se prolonga y comienzo a sentir una inquietud. Inquietud como la que imagino sentirá el río al salir de los meandros de calmadas aguas

Prosa poética / Poetic prose