Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
Friends, loves and clouds
I don't know where they are, friends and girlfriend who almost...
But I can write a sonnet to express what I cried.
Maybe this way I could ease the pain I feel in my chest
and find a new direction for my imperfect love
Where are those who were once companions on the journey?
Those who shared laughter and tears with me,
who supported each other in the most difficult and bitter times.
And who always celebrated victories and achievements
Where is the one who was once the bride of the clouds?
The one who promised to be faithful and give her...
But I can write a sonnet to express what I cried.
Maybe this way I could ease the pain I feel in my chest
and find a new direction for my imperfect love
Where are those who were once companions on the journey?
Those who shared laughter and tears with me,
who supported each other in the most difficult and bitter times.
And who always celebrated victories and achievements
Where is the one who was once the bride of the clouds?
The one who promised to be faithful and give her...
#love
#friendship
#clouds
#mirror
#learning
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Scarlet Awaken
The sun sets on the horizon
and paints the sky orange and red.
The clouds light up like fire
reflecting the fading light.
In the desert, the sand shines
like a sea of gold and copper.
Cacti stand like sentinels
and keep the silence that surrounds them.
In the ocean, the waves dance
Like a ballet of blue and green.
Fish swim in unison harmony,
exploring the life that surprises them
In the forest, the trees whisper
like a metallic coral of
roses of trellis and nightingales
celebrating the beauty that...
and paints the sky orange and red.
The clouds light up like fire
reflecting the fading light.
In the desert, the sand shines
like a sea of gold and copper.
Cacti stand like sentinels
and keep the silence that surrounds them.
In the ocean, the waves dance
Like a ballet of blue and green.
Fish swim in unison harmony,
exploring the life that surprises them
In the forest, the trees whisper
like a metallic coral of
roses of trellis and nightingales
celebrating the beauty that...
#flowers
#environment
#birds
#nature
#WritingPoetry
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Today
What I will think tomorrow about yesterday:
I love hearing empires fall...
The sound of their collapses
is so good that it touches the pleasure
of a long-forgotten classic
in the damp mouth of the wind.
I love hearing empires fall...
The sound of their collapses
is so good that it touches the pleasure
of a long-forgotten classic
in the damp mouth of the wind.
#power
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#emptiness
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The Hanged Man
another body that falls
in psychotic vertigo
bird body that trembles
in a strange frenzy
the unexpected weight
of empty days of dry eyes
no tears no crystals
another body that falls
inanimate and dizzying
gold that covers skin
skin that browns meat
pulled muscle
a falling body
strange bird
uncertain trick
and the body falls
several bodies fall
almost all bodies
in decay
in free fall
ropes around the neck
arcane twelve
body that doesn't fall
no vertigo...
in psychotic vertigo
bird body that trembles
in a strange frenzy
the unexpected weight
of empty days of dry eyes
no tears no crystals
another body that falls
inanimate and dizzying
gold that covers skin
skin that browns meat
pulled muscle
a falling body
strange bird
uncertain trick
and the body falls
several bodies fall
almost all bodies
in decay
in free fall
ropes around the neck
arcane twelve
body that doesn't fall
no vertigo...
#faith
#fate
#passion
53 reads
1 Comment
Oblivion
What is the point of living in this world
When everything we do is doomed to fade?
The memories we cherish, the words we hurled
The love we make, the wars we wage, the art we trade
All will be lost in the abyss of time
No trace of us will linger in the dust
The stars will die, the planets will align
The universe will end in a cosmic bust
But still we cling to our illusions of meaning
We seek for purpose in our fleeting lives
We hope for something beyond our dreaming
We strive for something that survives
...
When everything we do is doomed to fade?
The memories we cherish, the words we hurled
The love we make, the wars we wage, the art we trade
All will be lost in the abyss of time
No trace of us will linger in the dust
The stars will die, the planets will align
The universe will end in a cosmic bust
But still we cling to our illusions of meaning
We seek for purpose in our fleeting lives
We hope for something beyond our dreaming
We strive for something that survives
...
#dreams
#mirror
#myself
#despair
#passion
64 reads
4 Comments
White Elephants
across time
moments crossed
poorly lit
in the alleys
around corners
in the corners of darkness
elephants
that no one sees
so white
the elephants
and its sinister frankness
....................gray
the elephants
with its immense
difficulty of
folding napkins
and shave their eyebrows
in the dark...
moments crossed
poorly lit
in the alleys
around corners
in the corners of darkness
elephants
that no one sees
so white
the elephants
and its sinister frankness
....................gray
the elephants
with its immense
difficulty of
folding napkins
and shave their eyebrows
in the dark...
#anxiety
#mirror
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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Moustache
..in the beginning it was nothing
and the core of nothingness said:
let's do nothing
and then nothing was done...
...in the beginning there was nothing
and the being-nothing said:
let's make nothing
and so nothing happened from then on...
...in the beginning there was chaos
and the lord of chaos-nothing said:
let's make chaos into nothing
and after the chaos there was nothing.
and the core of nothingness said:
let's do nothing
and then nothing was done...
...in the beginning there was nothing
and the being-nothing said:
let's make nothing
and so nothing happened from then on...
...in the beginning there was chaos
and the lord of chaos-nothing said:
let's make chaos into nothing
and after the chaos there was nothing.
#religion
#spiritual
#mirror
#heaven
#hell
49 reads
1 Comment
What does the Giraffe dream about?
The giraffe is a butterfly without wings,
the penguin is a sea butterfly
and the platypus is a strange butterfly...
and the stork, what does the stork dream about?
The stork dreams of clear skies
full of butterfly wings and giraffe spots,
she dreams of the Antarctic white and the backs of penguins,
She dreams of penguins' orange beaks
and beaks that are not non-beaks of platypuses.
The stork dreams of chimneys,
that do not release smoke to build their nest,
dreams of the iridescence of butterfly wings,
From the spots of...
the penguin is a sea butterfly
and the platypus is a strange butterfly...
and the stork, what does the stork dream about?
The stork dreams of clear skies
full of butterfly wings and giraffe spots,
she dreams of the Antarctic white and the backs of penguins,
She dreams of penguins' orange beaks
and beaks that are not non-beaks of platypuses.
The stork dreams of chimneys,
that do not release smoke to build their nest,
dreams of the iridescence of butterfly wings,
From the spots of...
#love
#dreams
#animals
#nature
#spiritual
55 reads
1 Comment
Senry#1
I am just so over
people are so uninteresting
I need to go pee
people are so uninteresting
I need to go pee
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#senryu
30 reads
0 Comments
Orange Autumn Day

#lust
#sex
#erotic
#mirror
#passion
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Fire Wizard
In the dawn of the day,
when the sky is ablaze,
a fire wizard warrior rises,
his amazing power.
With flames in his eyes,
and magic in his hands,
he strides through the desert,
across the red sands.
His muscles are taut,
his spirit is strong,
he battles with honor,
and never does wrong.
The heat of the sun,
is no match for his fire,
he burns with a passion,
that never will tire.
So if you should see him,
in the dawn's early light,
remember this warrior,
and his power so bright.
when the sky is ablaze,
a fire wizard warrior rises,
his amazing power.
With flames in his eyes,
and magic in his hands,
he strides through the desert,
across the red sands.
His muscles are taut,
his spirit is strong,
he battles with honor,
and never does wrong.
The heat of the sun,
is no match for his fire,
he burns with a passion,
that never will tire.
So if you should see him,
in the dawn's early light,
remember this warrior,
and his power so bright.
#environment
#Halloween
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
75 reads
2 Comments
That
bring me stones when you come back
from everywhere
of all the cracks you find
bring me pebbles and rare gems
bring me the void between the words
and throw precious stones at me
throw me to the ground with your gaze
throw sand in my eyes
and throw my remains to the stubble
bring me stones when you come back...
from everywhere
of all the cracks you find
bring me pebbles and rare gems
bring me the void between the words
and throw precious stones at me
throw me to the ground with your gaze
throw sand in my eyes
and throw my remains to the stubble
bring me stones when you come back...
#depression
#storm
#disappointment #desert
#disappointment #desert
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