Submissions by GBLJ09712 (Luis Cruz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every poem of mine you read is a short film that's been played in my head; I don't claim to have the master's touch required to brush all the strokes accurately enough so that they may portray what truly goes on in there, but I'll try.
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2015 7:16am
7th Feb 2015 7:16am
Letter to my mother
I want you to know
That when I see that picture,
Not the one that does exist but the one on my mind
I start to feel nostalgic and blue,
I hate those that don't get it not because it's fair,
But because I envy them and I really can't hide it. I just mask it.
And when the masks come off you can see me in all my decay,
My loneliness and my sadness still hidden, but no longer are excuses valid,
And of course faith would seem like a solution. Except I don't believe I believe.
And yet I can say, and of this I'm proud,
And I say it as...
That when I see that picture,
Not the one that does exist but the one on my mind
I start to feel nostalgic and blue,
I hate those that don't get it not because it's fair,
But because I envy them and I really can't hide it. I just mask it.
And when the masks come off you can see me in all my decay,
My loneliness and my sadness still hidden, but no longer are excuses valid,
And of course faith would seem like a solution. Except I don't believe I believe.
And yet I can say, and of this I'm proud,
And I say it as...
721 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 6:17am
27th Jan 2015 6:17am
Untitled
I love you, stranger
Strange thing
Strange as the night
Strange as death
I love you whose soul
I see as my very own
I am what I am and
All is what it is and
Everything shall be and
There's no other assumption
We could make
And yet if you claim to own
The truth, you have weaved
A horrendous fantasy that
Excites the fanatics and they
Can't see for themselves
Their terrible ignorance
I cry
I cry, I cry
Strange thing
Strange as the night
Strange as death
I love you whose soul
I see as my very own
I am what I am and
All is what it is and
Everything shall be and
There's no other assumption
We could make
And yet if you claim to own
The truth, you have weaved
A horrendous fantasy that
Excites the fanatics and they
Can't see for themselves
Their terrible ignorance
I cry
I cry, I cry
596 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2014 3:09pm
11th Dec 2014 3:09pm
Cough: three existential ramblings
#1
The cough blocks out all thoughts,
Every would be attempt
At solving this life.
Ephemeral? Or transcendent?
I dwell in mind a battle I cannot win,
Until the day I die.
Until the day I die?
You've seen the yogis and the Sufis,
Coming to eternal life.
You've seen many a holy man,
And I yet it does not suffice.
You live on the bitter plains of doubt.
#2
The smoke has sprung a second time,
The cough has gone,
I find instead a comfort and a voice.
I find harmony, euphony, ...
The cough blocks out all thoughts,
Every would be attempt
At solving this life.
Ephemeral? Or transcendent?
I dwell in mind a battle I cannot win,
Until the day I die.
Until the day I die?
You've seen the yogis and the Sufis,
Coming to eternal life.
You've seen many a holy man,
And I yet it does not suffice.
You live on the bitter plains of doubt.
#2
The smoke has sprung a second time,
The cough has gone,
I find instead a comfort and a voice.
I find harmony, euphony, ...
508 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Nov 2014 6:45am
7th Nov 2014 6:45am
Holden Caulfield Syndrome
From a work in progress...
For some reason November was going to be the bomb. I'd waited all year to be close enough to my savings goal to get some peace of mind. Some damn peace of mind would be great, I thought. I think that's all I need, really. In the course of one year and a bit more all seemed to have changed around me. But I found it hard to know if I had really changed, or if I was just feeling different.
The dope got me going, though. For example that day, the three times I snuck and got high were by far better than the rest of the day. First I read....
For some reason November was going to be the bomb. I'd waited all year to be close enough to my savings goal to get some peace of mind. Some damn peace of mind would be great, I thought. I think that's all I need, really. In the course of one year and a bit more all seemed to have changed around me. But I found it hard to know if I had really changed, or if I was just feeling different.
The dope got me going, though. For example that day, the three times I snuck and got high were by far better than the rest of the day. First I read....
728 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 6:49am
27th Oct 2014 6:49am
And then, I found the answer
I saw a child stumble about that road
packed to the brim with sorrows.
I saw him playing with a nameless thing.
A useless, nameless toy thing and him, and nowhere
Was his salvation found and then,
I found the answer.
How can troubles be at all
For one who does not know
What "troubles" means?
I saw another bigger kid
Running and yelling with scissors in his hand,
Rolling up and down a big old staircase
I saw him squander the great heights of a stately manor
For fleeting joys and the most frivolous laughter
Hurt my ears...
packed to the brim with sorrows.
I saw him playing with a nameless thing.
A useless, nameless toy thing and him, and nowhere
Was his salvation found and then,
I found the answer.
How can troubles be at all
For one who does not know
What "troubles" means?
I saw another bigger kid
Running and yelling with scissors in his hand,
Rolling up and down a big old staircase
I saw him squander the great heights of a stately manor
For fleeting joys and the most frivolous laughter
Hurt my ears...
590 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 1:19pm
23rd Oct 2014 1:19pm
No more
The ball is on your court, the move is yours.
Be quiet or shout, be my guest.
I'll settle with what could have been;
I know you won't play my game.
And though some would dread the shame,
And go out with their face hidden,
I refuse on friendly terms,
I'm proud to have done what I did.
No response, no reply, that's all right,
No being like you seem to be,
Nothing really, no image or sound,
But nothingness is clear and loud.
I've always been this way,
I've always rather know than doubt,
And now I know through...
Be quiet or shout, be my guest.
I'll settle with what could have been;
I know you won't play my game.
And though some would dread the shame,
And go out with their face hidden,
I refuse on friendly terms,
I'm proud to have done what I did.
No response, no reply, that's all right,
No being like you seem to be,
Nothing really, no image or sound,
But nothingness is clear and loud.
I've always been this way,
I've always rather know than doubt,
And now I know through...
652 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 7:38am
22nd Oct 2014 7:38am
Time runs out
And, who shall tell you, if not I, that there's no need
To dress and redress yourself with details,
That there's no need for you to keep
Spinning in front of the mirror?
Who'll lend you their eyes
For you to see what I see?
Who will see the light dancing
And a dark room lighting up of a sudden,
But the one that knows it's you,
Not the mysteries, nor the miracles?;
It's you, miraculous and mysterious spark,
That sheds light, as a star would, without taking notice.
Who could focus on the sublime
And, yet, subtle art, ...
To dress and redress yourself with details,
That there's no need for you to keep
Spinning in front of the mirror?
Who'll lend you their eyes
For you to see what I see?
Who will see the light dancing
And a dark room lighting up of a sudden,
But the one that knows it's you,
Not the mysteries, nor the miracles?;
It's you, miraculous and mysterious spark,
That sheds light, as a star would, without taking notice.
Who could focus on the sublime
And, yet, subtle art, ...
786 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2014 6:22am
6th Oct 2014 6:22am
Seasonal changes
Strange thing, that which happens
When the mind tells the heart not to look back.
There always comes a time
In which you give in,
You analyze the minutiae
All that you can.
It's a morning that shines brighter than usual.
But when you cast your thoughts Upon that past,
You realize how fast things have changed.
You are taken aback.
At that juncture go outside,
And do your best to enjoy
Life under the sun.
It's an evening that is fresh and is cool.
Without biting or spitting your face.
It's still strange
Not kiss someone...
When the mind tells the heart not to look back.
There always comes a time
In which you give in,
You analyze the minutiae
All that you can.
It's a morning that shines brighter than usual.
But when you cast your thoughts Upon that past,
You realize how fast things have changed.
You are taken aback.
At that juncture go outside,
And do your best to enjoy
Life under the sun.
It's an evening that is fresh and is cool.
Without biting or spitting your face.
It's still strange
Not kiss someone...
599 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2014 8:38pm
2nd Oct 2014 8:38pm
Afflicted
I'm practically bursting with the feeling,
A creeping anxiety that haunts me,
A sentiment I both crave and fear.
I'm certainly afflicted: I'm bound,
But my hands are what's tied to the swinging poles,
The thoughts entwined in my mind, likes vines.
My wish remains unfulfilled. My will?
It remains undone. Unwilling
To hold oaths and to cast dice I ponder
If I must do such deeds, or not,
If I must gather up my strength and swim to shore,
Or if I'd better drown in blue.
I think of me thinking of you, ...
A creeping anxiety that haunts me,
A sentiment I both crave and fear.
I'm certainly afflicted: I'm bound,
But my hands are what's tied to the swinging poles,
The thoughts entwined in my mind, likes vines.
My wish remains unfulfilled. My will?
It remains undone. Unwilling
To hold oaths and to cast dice I ponder
If I must do such deeds, or not,
If I must gather up my strength and swim to shore,
Or if I'd better drown in blue.
I think of me thinking of you, ...
489 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2014 10:06am
21st Sep 2014 10:06am
Anything but
I don't offer you anything but a chance,
Anything but a shot,
I don't offer you guaranty,
But I don't offer you anything less than my best try.
I don't offer anything but my brightest ideas,
My most tender emotions,
I don't offer you things,
But I don't offer anything that isn't real.
I don't offer you anything but novelty,
Anything not worth the ride,
I don't offer you predictability,
But none of the gruesome expectations, either.
Sincerely, I don't offer anything but myself,
Anything but a thing...
Anything but a shot,
I don't offer you guaranty,
But I don't offer you anything less than my best try.
I don't offer anything but my brightest ideas,
My most tender emotions,
I don't offer you things,
But I don't offer anything that isn't real.
I don't offer you anything but novelty,
Anything not worth the ride,
I don't offer you predictability,
But none of the gruesome expectations, either.
Sincerely, I don't offer anything but myself,
Anything but a thing...
664 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 4:39am
12th Sep 2014 4:39am
The thing is
The thing is this:
Six days seem like sixty,
And a lonely excuse not to seek you,
Lies forgotten, lost inside the rest of me,
That keeps on biting nails, and counting hours,
And keeps the search alive.
The thing is the fire kindled,
The water stirred,
And a wild, recoiling wind.
The thing is a vortex writhing,
Restless, aroused in delving, not finding.
The thing is a mystery unsolved,
A question, left unanswered;
The quiet background hum of the falling rain,
A silk...
Six days seem like sixty,
And a lonely excuse not to seek you,
Lies forgotten, lost inside the rest of me,
That keeps on biting nails, and counting hours,
And keeps the search alive.
The thing is the fire kindled,
The water stirred,
And a wild, recoiling wind.
The thing is a vortex writhing,
Restless, aroused in delving, not finding.
The thing is a mystery unsolved,
A question, left unanswered;
The quiet background hum of the falling rain,
A silk...
576 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 8:57pm
7th Sep 2014 8:57pm
I've realized
I've realized that this the way it is, this is the way I am.
One more attempt to figure it all out,
One more song of glory, one more reaching to the stars.
I've realized I am the prey, and not the hunter,
Not the boat, but the bay,
I realized the perpetrator was never really me,
How could I be to blame, then?
How could any of us be, when fate is whimsical and mad,
When we are land, nothing but land,
And it's Father Time who is the rain, and the life?
And it's not us who are to sing;
We are to listen.
I've realized,
That upon...
One more attempt to figure it all out,
One more song of glory, one more reaching to the stars.
I've realized I am the prey, and not the hunter,
Not the boat, but the bay,
I realized the perpetrator was never really me,
How could I be to blame, then?
How could any of us be, when fate is whimsical and mad,
When we are land, nothing but land,
And it's Father Time who is the rain, and the life?
And it's not us who are to sing;
We are to listen.
I've realized,
That upon...
631 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by GBLJ09712 (Luis Cruz)
