off his chest

The struggles of an amateur poet

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I'm back to be delighted with your poems

Who's this 👀

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When you must forget but you cannot let those thoughts trickle out and escape forever. You want to but you can't. So you keep them in, absorb the torture, live with the pain. A pain that doesn't ease no matter how hard you try and ignore it. Ignorance isn't bliss. Not like this. For it is a burden, a dropped anchor. An anchor of a ship that needs to sail but is forever stranded. A vessel that's forever still. A ship that will be forever wrecked.

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The sound of the rain

The sound of the rain against the leaves of the trees is soothing. Soothing to the ears but not to the mind as it takes me to a place where I was once with you. Caught in the rain. Where we had no cover. So we searched for a tree that we eventually found and ran to. We ran to it as we were rapidly soaked and weighed down by our drenched clothes. It didn't matter though, as we were together. We were wet, cold and under this lonely tree but we were together. We enjoyed the sound of the rain splashing off its leaves and falling in coherence with the drops from our clothes. It's raining now and I have found cover under this tree. I'm soaked and I'm cold. Drops falling with and around me but the only difference is that you're not here. You're not with me. So really I'm just a lonely soaked person underneath a lonely tree.

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Under

I'm under. Under a spell. Your spell. For I am blind to my surroundings. I cannot see anything but your eyes and concentration is easy. No distraction. Infatuated with what you possess that I couldn't care less about anything else. Transfixed. My eyes are locked in place. Padlocked. No key, no code. One that can never be opened. One that is forever closed. All that's left is for you to get into my heart. My heart that has a thousand locked padlocks. No keys, no codes. Pablo J Castro

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Children in war zones

I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. I'm tired. I'm sick. Why are you hurting my friends? Why are you hurting my family? Why can't I go home? Where are my friends? Where are my family? Where is my home? I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. I'm sick. Pablo J Castro

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U r not lonely. Always remember, there's someone out there, no matter how ever far the distance is, looks up at the same stars, dreams the same dream and was meant for u

Oh I know I'm not lonely. I do hope that person is out there though. Thanks :)

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Llévame ¿Me llevas a Cuba? A una playa donde la arena parece nieve. Nieve que no se derrite en esa calor que nos calentará la piel dándonos un sentido inimaginable. ¿O a Perú? El corazón de América Latina, a andar en lugares que ni un español encontró. Vamos y nos tomamos un café en un rincón de Colombia y revivimos la soledad del maestro Márquez. O si no te apetece café, pedimos un mate en la vibrante ciudad de Buenos Aires. ¿Y si nos vamos a Brasil? a bailar Samba durante carnavales, o a las preciosas playas del punto del este en Uruguay, a respirar el aire fresco del Atlántico. Quiero que me lleves a Chile, y que paseemos por las callejuelas de Valparaíso absorbiendo la atmósfera. Llévame al punto del mundo que es la capital de Bolivia y a comer arepas en Caracas. Quiero hablar con la gente Huaorani de Ecuador antes de visitar el paraíso que son las islas Galápagos. Después llévame a escuchar reggaeton en donde nació en Panamá. Y rescatar tortugas en Costa Rica. Muéstrame Paraguay, Honduras, Nicaragua y El Salvador. Guatemala y México. Puerto Rico y la República Dominicana. Quiero ver todo. Vivir todo. Sentir todo. Todo el amor y el calor de las Américas.

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Like these pieces. Are you bilingual?

Thank you. Means a lot and yes I am although my English is better than my Spanish for sure.

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00:00

Here I am yet again, waiting. In the cold, in the rain. Most probably in vain. Waiting for the unlikely to happen.

From corny cheese jokes to croaky voice notes, to feelings shared and wishes paired. Like a game of snap except I probably shouldn’t have taken a swipe at you.. Would have spared me the anguish and frustration. For I am not able to reach that green eyed owl trapped in the Tuscan tree. So I await those four zeros for another wish to be granted to me.

Here I am yet again, waiting. At this late hour. Ready for the clock to strike midnight upon the tower. Waiting for the unlikely to happen.

Pablo J Castro

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Sueño de tiempos

Sueño de tiempos en cuando podremos pasear por una aldea completa sin arrancar una sola flor de la tierra. Sin quejarnos que el barro nos manche las zapatillas. Sin taparnos la nariz porque no podemos aguantar el olor del estiércol. Sin fijarnos en la tranquilidad y la belleza que es el campo.

Sueño de tiempos en cuando llegue el otoño y disfrutemos cómo caen las hojas de los árboles. Sin quejarnos de que tardó poco el calor que nos trajo el verano. Sin taparnos la cabeza con paraguas pa que no nos moje la lluvia. Sin fijarnos en la hermosura que son las estaciones del año.

Sueño de tiempos en cuando la gente podrá vivir juntos sin tanto odio. Sin quejarnos de lo que tenemos y de quién queremos. Sin taparnos los ojos y fingir que todo está bien cuando no lo esté. Sin fijarnos que el amor es mucho más que un sentido.

El amor es único.

Pablo J Castro

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Care

Don't bloody sit there in silence and act like you don't care. You do care. I care! What is caring? Have you ever said a word too many times that it loses its meaning? Well care is exactly that meaningless word right now. Who cares? Nobody

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Yes I like to sit in a park alone. In the cold, watching the world go by. Watching my world go by. My life. Extremely quickly. As fast as the setting sun on the horizon. Too fast that solitude isn't something I think about until time actually stops every so often. Just randomly during these spurts of this accelerating existence of mine. That's when I think about it. My world suddenly stops and takes a breather and it is then, during this space in time that I realise I'm actually extremely lonely. In need of company? I don't know. In need of love? Sure.

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Nosotros y Londres

Me siento aquí, en donde te sientas tu. Juntos en esta hierba húmeda que nos mancha los pantalones. Justo a mi lado te pones y miramos hacia el cielo que va cambiando de colores cada minuto, a la puesta del sol. El sol que ya va terminando su turno del día. Me empiezan a congelar las manos escribiendo esto. Apenas Octubre pero las noches traen un frío que ya una sola chaqueta no es suficiente. Bueno sigo, distraído del horizonte tan bonito que tenemos enfrente de nosotros. Como estuviéramos en un cine. Viendo una película pero sin actores. La ciudad es la estrella. Famosa. Ya se van encendiendo las farolas del parque y la luz del cielo desaparece lentamente. Esperamos luna y estrellas. Una noche tranquila y nada fea. Gente charlando y fumando alrededor construye una atmósfera tremenda y el ruido del tráfico al fondo del parque controla a nuestros emociones…. Recordándonos que aún estamos en la tierra y no en un lugar distinto. Bueno yo sí que estoy aquí, pero tú? no sé dónde….

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A vulnerable timidness surrounds you and the intrigue is unreal. My admiration is forever growing, like that adolescent teen who’s constantly complimented on their physical progression. An obsession for the need to get to know somebody you don’t even know. A stranger. Their behaviour, personality, even the basics. The places they’ve been to or would like to go. What their favourite colour is or what food they dislike. Whether they prefer the sticky summer nights or the cosy winters. Whether they sit there gazing up at the stars and wonder if anybody is doing the same at that very moment. Or is that just me. Wanting to believe that my reflection deflects off a star into somebody’s heart. In another world perhaps. Another galaxy. This mysteriousness that continues to attract me starts becoming a burden. The possibility of never knowing the unknown hurts. A closed curtain that you just want to peak out of. Like a dagger to the heart to what could have been the start… looks likely that it may never even begin. Never develop. A limitless throwaway camera that stores images you’d never be able to see. A memory that hasn’t yet been made into a memory. A possibility that won’t ever be possible. A tunnel with no light at the end, no exit. Just a dark passage to nothingness.

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Pasan días como el de hoy, tumbado en la cama sin hacer nada.... esperando hasta que llegue mañana. Porque ya no quiero que sea hoy. Hoy es uno de esos días que parece que se a parado el tiempo. Me arrepiento de las veces que he tenido la venda en los ojos. Esa puta venda. Convencido de que tengo los pies en el suelo pero en verdad estoy volando. Sin alas. Sin ganas de aterrizar. Quiero escapar a otro mundo. Lejos. Donde ya no existe esa maldita venda que no me deja ver. Un mundo en donde conozco lo que tengo enfrente mía. Un mundo en donde te tengo a ti.

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Guilty

I'm sick and tired of the world that we live in. Populated with lies and pretences, With liars and pretenders. If only I could change the lenses. My eyes...that hurt every time I see all these offences that clog up this offensive world. A world full of hurt, full of pain. Full of regret. Full of shame. We are all guilty. No jury. Just a sentence of disgust that we have to live with. What's painful is ourselves. Behaving in the way that we do, Taking what life is for granted..

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