Like Leaves in the Fall

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Like Leaves in the Fall

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Like leaves in the fall slowly kissing the ground

words lost in the pages between spaces

filled with whispers of a lost muse-

Where did you go? I used to visit those rooms

you tendered well,

now dust covered rhymes adorn the tombs

of long gone dreams I found

belonged somewhere inside my own-

And I wonder if the same we are doomed

to fade into nothingness and alone

leave behind painful traces

of desires we so carefully forge

and once broken they slowly fall

into dust,  binding to places

we once nurtured into a beautiful garden-

H.O


“Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, ‘Climb!”

― Anaïs Nin

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Aftertaste

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Aftertaste

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There is something left in broken fragments

on the tongue within the sweetness a sour taste

lingering amid residual flavors-

A puzzle’s piece lost in the shuffling and haste

of drunken early mornings and late nights

when gulping every bit like sweetest wine.

But how thirsty I remained after all

was consumed, waking up all alone

from a fuddled life as I stumble and fall,

and then shattered I’m left with the aftertaste

of the broken fragments-

H.O

Forever

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Forever

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In young death we live forever-

Time stripping dreams from aging flesh never

as never footprints to fade on paper roads

we traveled,

while life slowly unraveled

into a short lived story condemned

to an existence of words we penned.

And age turn emotions into regrets

when love carelessly forgets

to stop by and stay.

So we die young to keep sins at bay

hidden in rhymes written in haste,

for years past youth become waste

if dead poets live forever-

H.O

Poesía

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Poesía

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What is poetry but liberated emotions running wild

infusing every word with our deepest dreams

and fantasies alike, we become lovers and kings

travelers across the galaxy and with imperfect rhymes

we seduce beauty and make slaves out of time

living forever and ever with every word compiled.

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What is poetry but a moment of clarity in the mind

captured flashes of sanity translated into phrases

forgotten memories that time and pain erases

and return in moments stripped of guilt and shame,

poetry is our passion setting hearts aflame

with our deepest desires in every word entwined.

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What is poetry but  a love affair hiding under covers

romance cascading down every line into the stream

of beauty found that softly entice to read and dream.

Poetry are kisses left in between for strangers lips

to taste in every word and gently touch with fingertips

the keys that make us friends, poets and lovers.

H.O