The Poetry Marathon

I feel

I feel everything,
I feel you,
I feel this,
I feel emptiness,
I feel sadness,
I feel nauseous,
I feel contagious,
I feel it coming,
a feeling of nonsense
about a world
that has nothing
good to offer
but a war field,
where time
and selfishness
rules next to
lies while
peace and love
are running away.

I saw her pain,
she was not the same,
I have seen
her anger for days,
she was not able
to smile.

A thousand words
broke her reputation
apart and her family
and friends were no
longer the safe zone
for the homeless individual.

Suddenly, I saw a
overwhelming change.
She was wearing
fancy clothes and driving
expensive cars.

The rumors said she
was the wife of
a strange man
who only showed up
at night and worked hard.
He was tall and thick,
wearing a hat and black suit,
he kissed her intensely
and feed her well.
Some say she was no
longer human,
others said she was
married to death,
those seen with her
ended up dead.

I live in a beautiful
neighborhood,
I am safe and protected,
not by the cops,
not my the army,
not by my family,
but got protection
for those whose
names I can’t pronounce,
but I love and respect,
their skin is black,
their lips are thick,
their hair is curly,
their eyes are deep,
their soul is gentle,
they are the city lions
and my heroes.

Time passes,
we age,
some things remain
the same,
that keeps you
tired and bored,
sometimes time
kills everything
including happiness.

I get bored
with Time,
time gets bored
when pass by,
time is no coming
back but taking
from us joy
and dreams.

When living in the same
house,
sharing the same roof and wood
with a man
who shared my intimacy
with his friends.

After many storms
and acid words,
I used his door
to reach my place.
I saw him sitting
on his bed, staring at me,
I turned my head to push
the door and felt
his arms holding my hips,
pulling me towards his chest,
those fingers crossing
my lines,
caressing the shape of my
breast.

His lips kissed mine,
all the dislike I felt for him
were gone while
exchanging energy.
I ended up pushing
that door quite often
to satisfy my thirst
of lust and pleasure
with the man I once
hated intensely.

I did it again,
I pretended to
not miss you,
I pretended to
not think about you,
I pretended to
walk away,
I was the one
who say bye,
I am the one
who said
I am sorry,
I am the one
that says again,
we can try this again.

Since I saw you,
I read your texts,
I laughed with your
ideas,
seen your
cold blue eyes,
I realized,
I want you
with me.

Your strength
is mine,
your charisma
is mine,
your dilemma
is mine,
your skin
is mine,
your lips
are mine,
your body
is mine
and I am yours.

Again

I did it again,
I pretended to
not miss you,
I pretended to
not think about you,
I pretended to
walk away,
I was the one
who say bye,
I am the one
who said
I am sorry,
I am the one
that says again,
we can try this again.

I can’t say
I don’t like it,
I can’t say
it’s wrong,
I can’t just affirm
I am not addicted,
I can’t state
I don’t need it
I can’t live
without it.

I love it,
because it
keeps me satisfied
and I become
a slave,
sometimes
it’s all I need,
sometimes
it’s all I want
to stay
alive and wild.

You don’t accept me,
you judge me,
you criticize me,
you betrayed me,
you stabbed me,
you blame me,
you couldn’t stand me,
you created stories about me,
you gave me bad fame,
you wanted me to lose,
you wanted me alone,
you were always talking
crap about me,
all of this,
because you
wanted to be me,
I understand,
it’s not ok,
but I understand.