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[faildpoet]

Te uviera podido dar todo mi amor

El amor mas hondo que el oceano

Mas caliente que el sol

Mas dulce que la miel

Como cafe al amanecer

Te uviera podido amado sin condiciónes

Un amor mas puro que la agua de las montañas

Que el aire del verano

Que la sal Del Mar

Te uviera podido dar todo mi amor

[albybastida]

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[faildpoet]

En un viaje que no tiene destino. Ni direcciones. Solo mi corazon. Si me quires seguir, bueno. Mas bien sola, que mal acompañada. No tengo palabras, solo sentimientos. Mi lengua esta enredada. Mi corazon te llama, contesta

[faildpoet]

Un día

Si me digo que ya no te quiero me lo cres? Que tus labios ya no los siento por mi piel Si me digo que tu le besas sus heridas embes de las mias no eres infiel? Que mis pensamientos se llenan de tu sonrisa y amor? Si me digo que ya no pienso de ti lo logre? Que tu boca la tengo tatuada entre mis piernas Si me digo que ya no te amo lo alcanzare?

[faildpoet]

My love for you was deeper than the ocean’s trenches But you were barely getting your feet wet Playing in the sand Afraid to go in the deep end Fall deep in love Fall deep in the water Afraid you might drown Silly of me To think I should keep my tide down To keep you around

[faildpoet]

Cuando la vida me dio limones Traje el tequila Me emborache con el amor Y baile con la muerte Te senti sonreir en mis sueños Y te pinte en el jardin verde Con tu risa por las Paredes Pinte en la oscuridad Y brille en lo negro Sin tu luz, sin tu voz, sin tu amor Floresco

[faildpoet]

Aveces escribo de la naturaleza De tus labios, de tu amor La relaciono con tigo Pero ella es pura Como la agua de las montañas La miel de las abejas La agua del cielo Y tus intenciones eran sucias Como la Tierra baldía La niebla toxicas Asi es que escribo de nuestro amor Cuando se corruptio Y el fin de nosotros Durmiendo bajo las estrellas Sin la naturaleza

[kh15963]

love tastes weird. Love tastes like welcoming growing pains. metallic like blood. like the red necessary to spill for the heart to expand. islanding two bodies onto a capsuled selfmade sanctuary. Everyone has deeply imbedded trauma. Poets just know how to ask the "right questions", like maybe I do not wish to exit my body. I wish to dive deeper into it. Fucking Santa Cruz. Eat your yuppie organic quinoa and don't somehow overdose on DMT, Ken. Capitalism really tiring me out. No wonder my dreams been wildin. No wonder everyone's has. There's a wholeass dimension we visit every night. At least most of us do. I'm a night owl as fuck, like 3pm still asleep night owl. Ive never gotten too much into stocks but imagine it feels a lot like being a fulltime artist. the word investment. looks like two sides of a mirror that can't recognize itself. the "i" becomes "t" at the end across "t" in the middle. he feels like "t"s both are mirrors. the two "n"s at opposite ends agree with each other's face but the "e"s between them feel a bit off. "v", "s", and "m" have no reflection. Sometimes i feel like V until I stare veraciously into a violet mirror and find a violent god fragmented all over my virile body like viscerally broken glass. Other times S slithers up my spine and tells myself my reflection is silent. M mumbles muted muses under his virilously violet skin. Most of the time I am M. And thank that violent god, i guess. Cause I'd rather not bleed snaking crimson rivers all day when the mirror shards forget my name. I think i know what love tastes like now. Love tastes like welcoming pain. metallic like blood. like the red necessary to spill for the mirror to expand. islanded. isolated. two bodies into a capsule. selfmade sanctuary. i'm learning how one body alone can reconstruct its own skin into something safe. home. I guess love tastes bittersweet. Candied orange peels dipped in tumeric. That actually sounds fuckin delicious. Maybe, some love does too. 📸: @xiimmmennaaa #queerartistsofcolor#bayareapoets#portraitphotography #portraitphotographer #brownboyjoy#healingtrauma #bayareawriter#loveisweird#loveyours#selflovequotes#lovequotes (at Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGBQkaAlBhQ/?igshid=1pmvhn2svwlrg