Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
Daddy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
#anxiety
#childhood
#father
#fatherhood
#FathersDay
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Mommy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you are killing a chicken or rabbit
when you fill your hands with dirty red
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove fur and feathers
when you dismember very small beings
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve any sweet dinner
and so we eat everything you make calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you put on the table
I...
#anxiety
#mother
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#son
14 reads
2 Comments
You knew already
#alcohol
#jealousy
#mirror
#passion
#snow
21 reads
2 Comments
Stolen Haiku
He put his hand in his pocket
Couldn't buy the rose
Decided to steal her heart
Couldn't buy the rose
Decided to steal her heart
#emotional
#flowers
#love
#mirror
#rose
31 reads
2 Comments
Loop
Sometimes I think
I already forgot your name
then I hear the rustle of leaves
and that wind so jealous
pulling your hair
and reminding me of your voice
everything in the stones spells your name
everything in the fire supposes your eyes
water boils and air evaporates
just to make me remember
that I can't forget you
I turn to the side and try to ignore the light
ineffective attempt to lull my sleep
to dissolve me into an eternal dream
lullabies that I never sang
that I never heard from you
I want...
I already forgot your name
then I hear the rustle of leaves
and that wind so jealous
pulling your hair
and reminding me of your voice
everything in the stones spells your name
everything in the fire supposes your eyes
water boils and air evaporates
just to make me remember
that I can't forget you
I turn to the side and try to ignore the light
ineffective attempt to lull my sleep
to dissolve me into an eternal dream
lullabies that I never sang
that I never heard from you
I want...
#dreams
#forgiveness
#IMissYou
#sadness
#sleep
37 reads
4 Comments
Winds blow
Wings aglow,
In the night they glance, so free,
Winds ablow,
Stars above that softly glow,
Butterflies in twilight's trance,
Bats in flight, in starry chance,
Wings aglow.
In the night they glance, so free,
Winds ablow,
Stars above that softly glow,
Butterflies in twilight's trance,
Bats in flight, in starry chance,
Wings aglow.
#dark
#dreams
#night
#stars
#wind
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ghostly
she died a few days ago
they told me,
of a rare and radical cancer
in the common bile duct,
It saddened me to know...
after leaving her life...
"I don't need the man
but I want the poet."
she said then.
now she is dead
and I remain a poet
even though she doesn't know.
became the ghost muse
of what doesn't rhyme with me.
She died, they told me!
they told me,
of a rare and radical cancer
in the common bile duct,
It saddened me to know...
after leaving her life...
"I don't need the man
but I want the poet."
she said then.
now she is dead
and I remain a poet
even though she doesn't know.
became the ghost muse
of what doesn't rhyme with me.
She died, they told me!
#dark
#death
#ghosts #MyInspiration
#ghosts #MyInspiration
42 reads
4 Comments
Acid
If you're not going to eat me, you better not marinate.
#LGBT
42 reads
7 Comments
Gunpowder
A season in hell
does not enable anyone
for that dream vacation
in Paradise...
Non-appreciators
forgive me, but
my Vodka, when
is not in circulation
in my organism
it's very quiet
in the freezer...
Drugs for what?
The truth is so harsh
in the morning, as much as
it was before falling asleep.
does not enable anyone
for that dream vacation
in Paradise...
Non-appreciators
forgive me, but
my Vodka, when
is not in circulation
in my organism
it's very quiet
in the freezer...
Drugs for what?
The truth is so harsh
in the morning, as much as
it was before falling asleep.
#alcohol
#honesty
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
59 reads
2 Comments
Lent
the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?
the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?
the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves
the infinitesimal of calculations was...
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#depression
#desert
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On the heights
At one point only the birds were flying
and the winds came
took the wings
at one point my neck hurt
for following the flight of birds
then the birds got tired
and they glared in the eyes
from anyone who saw them fly
at a certain point the planes appeared
and cut off the wings of the birds
crossed the birds' routes
at that time only planes flew
because the birds
they didn’t have a license to fly
at those heights...
and the winds came
took the wings
at one point my neck hurt
for following the flight of birds
then the birds got tired
and they glared in the eyes
from anyone who saw them fly
at a certain point the planes appeared
and cut off the wings of the birds
crossed the birds' routes
at that time only planes flew
because the birds
they didn’t have a license to fly
at those heights...
#earth
#environment
#birds
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Seconds away
I woke up with the feeling
of centipedes walking over me
I concluded that it was you, my love...
so I didn't open my eyes
I've let the slow shiver take over me
and it made me forget where fingers begin
or where the skin ends
that was you, my love, I concluded...
I think I fell asleep again
because I don't remember seeing you leave
I just remember you leaving
my skin missing you...
of centipedes walking over me
I concluded that it was you, my love...
so I didn't open my eyes
I've let the slow shiver take over me
and it made me forget where fingers begin
or where the skin ends
that was you, my love, I concluded...
I think I fell asleep again
because I don't remember seeing you leave
I just remember you leaving
my skin missing you...
#husband
#men
#mirror
#lover
#sensual
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6 Comments
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