Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
Why do You Photograph Me So Much?
In the quiet corners of memory
where sepia tones blend with whispers.
I find the echoes of your gaze
a thousand stolen moments
captured in the lens of your intent.
Why do you photograph me so much?
Is it to freeze time, to defy its cruel march
or perhaps to weave a tapestry of longing,
each frame a thread connecting our souls?
You caught me unaware, mid-laughter,
sunlight dancing on my skin
and I wondered if you saw the universe
reflected in my eyes.
Constellations that mapped out
our shared secrets. ...
where sepia tones blend with whispers.
I find the echoes of your gaze
a thousand stolen moments
captured in the lens of your intent.
Why do you photograph me so much?
Is it to freeze time, to defy its cruel march
or perhaps to weave a tapestry of longing,
each frame a thread connecting our souls?
You caught me unaware, mid-laughter,
sunlight dancing on my skin
and I wondered if you saw the universe
reflected in my eyes.
Constellations that mapped out
our shared secrets. ...
#anxiety
#apathy
#art
#depression
#mirror
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Uselessness
I'm from the time
when being Iconic
meant rotating the triangle
on its own axis.
What a timeless memory
of INVERSED ice cream.
Walking in circles,
like a DIZZY cockroach,
without leaving the place...
Not having wings to FLY
when throwing myself off a cliff
but enjoying every second
I have left of air.
Dissipate into AIR
and become MOLECULES.
A cosmic undertaking.
No earthly connection,
just boundless air
floating FOREVER.
when being Iconic
meant rotating the triangle
on its own axis.
What a timeless memory
of INVERSED ice cream.
Walking in circles,
like a DIZZY cockroach,
without leaving the place...
Not having wings to FLY
when throwing myself off a cliff
but enjoying every second
I have left of air.
Dissipate into AIR
and become MOLECULES.
A cosmic undertaking.
No earthly connection,
just boundless air
floating FOREVER.
#identity
#mirror
#myself
#silence
#storm
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panic syndrome
This mania of mine
to leave
the curtains open…
No suspicions.
No setbacks.
There is nothing more.
Five hundred grams
of flour
any six eggs
etc.
Beat it all
and mix
with fresh cheese…
All
so sweet,
so light.
New clothes,
open doors.
Belts.
Chastity.
My mania
to keep
the curtains
open
and the taps
shut.
to leave
the curtains open…
No suspicions.
No setbacks.
There is nothing more.
Five hundred grams
of flour
any six eggs
etc.
Beat it all
and mix
with fresh cheese…
All
so sweet,
so light.
New clothes,
open doors.
Belts.
Chastity.
My mania
to keep
the curtains
open
and the taps
shut.
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#evil
#scary
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Swam dollabis naga.
It doesn't even come to chasco
that I messed up the xarufa.
I'm struck by the leaves of the leaves
that are dying.
I axuncall your frixola
meidelado meidetraz.
Ensim peroca in the corner.
Shupilambas on the borders.
Gozobo casabertas.
I lost my clitobia.
Ensim leitado debreshecas
put the goalposts.
Raz paras verallas
ten tangled tachanca.
Spit lubrifins.
A frinasca of funfrunnas frengolem.
that I messed up the xarufa.
I'm struck by the leaves of the leaves
that are dying.
I axuncall your frixola
meidelado meidetraz.
Ensim peroca in the corner.
Shupilambas on the borders.
Gozobo casabertas.
I lost my clitobia.
Ensim leitado debreshecas
put the goalposts.
Raz paras verallas
ten tangled tachanca.
Spit lubrifins.
A frinasca of funfrunnas frengolem.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#nonfiction
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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lullaby gentlemen and goodbye maidens
in the chiming of the midnight hours
the white ghost of your eyes floats
in the West Wing Ballroom
everyone dances.
the wind dances in the hours and the touch
of the chime erases memories
destroys hopes and desires
causes some yawns.
the white ghost tries to get attention
of other no less ghosts
that float over the drinking cups
deaf ghosts of oblivion.
elegant cut dresses sparkling dust
of forgotten furniture leaning against the wall
all diners float around
like the white towels...
the white ghost of your eyes floats
in the West Wing Ballroom
everyone dances.
the wind dances in the hours and the touch
of the chime erases memories
destroys hopes and desires
causes some yawns.
the white ghost tries to get attention
of other no less ghosts
that float over the drinking cups
deaf ghosts of oblivion.
elegant cut dresses sparkling dust
of forgotten furniture leaning against the wall
all diners float around
like the white towels...
#art
#dance
#love
#music
#sadness
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Inexplicable yesterday
It was May!
I don't remember the day...
What more can I say?
Boats circled the bay.
Seagulls seemed to pray!
From the sky it came as if it were an x-ray!
In the middle of the bananas on the tray...
Something very strange and gray!
How, with so many sins, can we pay?
Those who didn't watch continued on their way!
I don't remember the day...
What more can I say?
Boats circled the bay.
Seagulls seemed to pray!
From the sky it came as if it were an x-ray!
In the middle of the bananas on the tray...
Something very strange and gray!
How, with so many sins, can we pay?
Those who didn't watch continued on their way!
#dark
#gothic
#sea
#shadows
#sky
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Eternal night
Under the cover of eternal night
where crows caw destinies.
Poets whisper dark verses
in a theater of shadows and laments.
Black wings cover the skies
echoing stanzas of a lost melody.
While the poets, with bloody ink,
they disdain dreams in the rhyme of agony.
Each feather has a hidden secret
each verse an imprisoned spirit.
In this ball, macabre and enchanted,
crows and poets are waltz partners.
The moon watches, pale and distant,
reflecting in silver the lovers' ball.
Crows fly in elegant...
where crows caw destinies.
Poets whisper dark verses
in a theater of shadows and laments.
Black wings cover the skies
echoing stanzas of a lost melody.
While the poets, with bloody ink,
they disdain dreams in the rhyme of agony.
Each feather has a hidden secret
each verse an imprisoned spirit.
In this ball, macabre and enchanted,
crows and poets are waltz partners.
The moon watches, pale and distant,
reflecting in silver the lovers' ball.
Crows fly in elegant...
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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Rummaging Through the Dead Lover's Drawers
Everyday ghosts are whispers in the light of day.
Echoes of veiled desires in an empty soul.
They hover over the routine in silence and agony.
They are shadows that follow us in the night and in the sea air.
The ghosts of desire, burning and hidden,
they dance in our dreams covered by thin veils.
They are flames that burn without being seen
in broken hearts, desires that haunt us on uncertain paths.
In haunted houses, endless stories,
spirals of mystery and fear where time has stopped.
There live the specters in the dark...
Echoes of veiled desires in an empty soul.
They hover over the routine in silence and agony.
They are shadows that follow us in the night and in the sea air.
The ghosts of desire, burning and hidden,
they dance in our dreams covered by thin veils.
They are flames that burn without being seen
in broken hearts, desires that haunt us on uncertain paths.
In haunted houses, endless stories,
spirals of mystery and fear where time has stopped.
There live the specters in the dark...
#ghosts
#love
#lover
#lust
#passion
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Bleeding
In the moon’s tender glow hearts ache
and weep for love unrequited,
secrets buried deep.
They bleed for stolen kisses,
promises untold.
In the quiet of night,
where passion takes hold.
Raindrops fall like tears tracing
sorrow’s path, for friendships shattered
dreams that couldn’t last.
They bleed for memories etched
in fading ink and the ache of absence
when loved ones sink.
Against taunting tornadoes they stand
their ground, bleeding resilience,
courage profound.
...
and weep for love unrequited,
secrets buried deep.
They bleed for stolen kisses,
promises untold.
In the quiet of night,
where passion takes hold.
Raindrops fall like tears tracing
sorrow’s path, for friendships shattered
dreams that couldn’t last.
They bleed for memories etched
in fading ink and the ache of absence
when loved ones sink.
Against taunting tornadoes they stand
their ground, bleeding resilience,
courage profound.
...
#anxiety
#clouds
#men
#sadness
#sky
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Father's memory
On Sundays the father climbs
one side of the roof
trying to find somewhere
where there are no eyes.
Nothing else to do but
undress, lie back
and open his arms wide.
His feet are crossed and made into an X.
A target for the sun to focus
all the energies on him.
The seat of the soul, the damp hair,
breathing, it's the father who calls
all the light he can bring to himself,
in his heroic exhaustion,
a warrior.
If we follow him, still as the light,
genuflecting to his side. ...
one side of the roof
trying to find somewhere
where there are no eyes.
Nothing else to do but
undress, lie back
and open his arms wide.
His feet are crossed and made into an X.
A target for the sun to focus
all the energies on him.
The seat of the soul, the damp hair,
breathing, it's the father who calls
all the light he can bring to himself,
in his heroic exhaustion,
a warrior.
If we follow him, still as the light,
genuflecting to his side. ...
#death
#grief
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
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Alpha Omega
Above the clouds there are new hopes.
Breeze that dances through the window.
Canaries warble in melody.
Descending in the sky, the sun announces.
Echoes of an awakening day.
Flowers open, nature gets it right.
Geraniums follow the king star.
Harmony that the earth sows.
Ironies of the eyes reflect the world.
Juicy secrets in deep tones.
Kings of a non-kingdom!
Light that lives in every being.
Massive dreams that the soul believes in.
Notions that are drawn in the sky.
Other waves that break...
Breeze that dances through the window.
Canaries warble in melody.
Descending in the sky, the sun announces.
Echoes of an awakening day.
Flowers open, nature gets it right.
Geraniums follow the king star.
Harmony that the earth sows.
Ironies of the eyes reflect the world.
Juicy secrets in deep tones.
Kings of a non-kingdom!
Light that lives in every being.
Massive dreams that the soul believes in.
Notions that are drawn in the sky.
Other waves that break...
#acceptance
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#WritingPoetry
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Infection
In the vast intestine of the cosmos we spin.
Humans are viruses and bacteria.
In an eternal dance of chaos and harmony,
we are messengers of the night without the day.
We were born from the dust of distant stars,
we grew up among comets and giants.
Our remains, like meteors, floating,
in the infinite dark trying to eternalize.
We are microorganisms in the immensity,
multiplying, living without direction.
The universe, indifferent to our fate,
observe us in an infected spectacle.
Our actions, so small, so brief, ...
Humans are viruses and bacteria.
In an eternal dance of chaos and harmony,
we are messengers of the night without the day.
We were born from the dust of distant stars,
we grew up among comets and giants.
Our remains, like meteors, floating,
in the infinite dark trying to eternalize.
We are microorganisms in the immensity,
multiplying, living without direction.
The universe, indifferent to our fate,
observe us in an infected spectacle.
Our actions, so small, so brief, ...
#anxiety
#illness
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
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