OUR POETRY
May 22, 2018
I am lost
Wandering aimlessly through the dark
Searching deep within a chasm;
Not knowing if I’m in the physical world
Or in a place far more scary;
My mind and soul.
My heart is weak,
Yet... my soul is deep
With the words
I’m afraid to speak
That’s when you showed up.
It’s been a long time,
Since I have seen the light.
My life is dull,
Black and white.
When you arrived, it has been like a new world.
I have seen the light.
A light so bright
Tha...
April 18, 2018
Things do not always fly
From the mountains
We climb
To the rivers
We swim
Feet should always
Be in the air
For our wings
May not always be mature, so we learn
How to take off from our shoes
~@BelltownPoet
Excerpt from P.O.M. (Piece of Mind)
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April 10, 2018
Sweat glistening as the sound of the drums
Beat, thump, louder and louder.
Where I sit, I am fidgeting until my knees buckle
Then I need to rest my shaking palms against it
Before I have to stand up
To enter
Outnumbered
However
I am never alone
For I will forever have my self beside me.
~@BelltownPoet
Instagram: @BelltownPoet
December 18, 2017
I dream
She’s prepared
To lose
Everything.
As confident and promiscuous
As I want to be
Deep down it would kill me
That’s not who I am
I wake up gripping
My chest
In pain from some imagined
“Never going to happen”
I admire that we dream still
I am thankful you let me
Be real
Even though
We are still young, love
Even when we go
About our days
Believing in the definition
That defines what it means
To be loved and give love
It’s a never-ending
W...
December 11, 2017
I am selfish for myself.
Been having nightmares
When day dreams
Creep their way in
Side of my mind
Wanders and I start to lack sleep
A wave of insomnia
Blankets over me
The comfort causes shivers
In cold sweat
That I can’t control
A fever drenched
In kerosene
While the fuse is tied
Tight to my throat
Tugging out further and
Further until my head is out
The window
And with the sunrise
It sparks the fuse.
I wake up
Not knowing what time of...
November 27, 2017
They only want to sit with me
Whether in silence
Or in an embrace
But not in the physical
More so in a comfort
The way we sit
In front of a fire
At our place
During the middle of a cold
Where the roads
Are warm enough for us
To venture forward
Towards a new year
But in this moment
Together,
We would rather rest
Though not in a slumber
To recover our wounded bodies
After labor,
Since the rejuvenation is in the power
To overcome what it means t...
November 20, 2017
Passing the street lights
Along the never ending road,
Each bulb begins to blur
With streams like milk that soils the window.
The bass picks and bellows
At the strings in my chest,
It bumps and it swoons
The thumping keeps me awake
While in the same state
I find myself dreaming at night.
Whether this drive is moving me
In the right direction
Or it is showing me the doors
That I pass on by,
I let it coast
And hope the cruise
Find me ash...
November 19, 2017
I think he is the luckiest to have her.
I think she is just as lucky to have him.
Or good fortune is measured
In how many good memories
Are created,
And bounding one another
By a prayer and in some ways,
Our good intentions and ability
To try.
I think time eventually kills us all,
But I believe in my mother’s faith
And how her nurturing,
Or somehow her words
Like sacred and adorned
With gold, and a touch of heaven
Reminds me
Of how I ha...
February 6, 2017
Where I’m From
Hey man, are you Hispanic? Because you look Hispanic.
Nah man, I’m not Hispanic.
Man, are you Blasian? Because you look like a mix of Black and Asian.
Nah, you’re kind of right, but I’m more than that.
Then what are you?!
I’m a human being…
Man, you know what I meant… like, what ARE you?
Oh sorry…. I’m a MALE human being…
Man, stop playin’ around, I meant where are you from?
OH!
You’re asking where I’m from? Well, let me...
October 5, 2016
I am hoping for a love
As if it an be conjured
By a pen.
Forgive my mistakes
For maybe my hands
Aren’t as steady as it seems.
Regardless, I find that
Threading the seams
Is more natural when
Your hand is guiding.
I stopped trying
To write an ending.
Instead, I hope to let you
Tell the story,
And I reflect it back
With you.
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