Yo te tengoYo te tengo,
sentada en mi dedo meñique firme
y pesas
muchísimo, voy a partirme el dedo;

Pero sigues ahí, impasiva,
¿no te das cuenta del daño que me haces?
no quiero que te largues,
sólo déjame un espacio que me recupere;
necesito vendar este desastre
y pasar a otro nuevo
que día a día se me están acumulando.

Existen dos personas,
yo y la que vive,
y no, no se me ha olvidado el tipo,
llevo pensando en él décadas;
Pues no soy de ninguna manera una de las dos,
a mí me gusta considerarme una tercera que
observa,
o una cuarta si es que esa es tu creencia

Two sides.;There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil.” -Ayn Rand

There are those outfitters, that sun burn, strugglers. Those wierded, estranged quitters, but I find peace in no remorse, my greed and need are open doors... open for a future whim. In fateful determination, in ill-will for the bashful evil side of forever win.

Cadaverous did you know, that you can dance?
In its own language –the ancient tongue;
The cosmos waits for new romance.
Like Open books riddled with twists and turns;
In a furnace deep, crafted by nature;
There where your desire holds, and burns.
Starli

Break from the Pact.Dream unto thee this wish I see
for myself, when my goals are set.
My debts paid in full and mind astray
I leave with her in my arms into the sunset.

We leave with a full tank of gas,
a mix CD and some clothes.
We drive for four hours, yet seems like ten
and when the rains come, how does it pour.

We ditch the car at the mile marker
after we run out of gas and power.
Then we walk backwards, hands held out
with a lucky road thumb by the hour.

Ride after ride, closer to the coast,
we sit and laugh and joke.
Living the American dream as we saw fit
if not the epitome of our hope.

We reached the coast and stowed for our ride
on a ship nam

ChwileByłeś przy mnie...
oddychałeś,
swoim głosem mnie wspierałeś.
Tak mi dobrze było z Tobą.
Zajmowałeś mnie rozmową.
Czasem droczysz się celowo,
wsłuchujesz się w każde słowo.
Wiem, że pragniesz, ja to czuję,
ale Cię nie zaniedbuję...
Lubisz, gdy jestem wesoła,
mocniej Twoje serce woła.

Util, competente, infortunado, atrevido y estupidoSé útil
y deja de nadar en un mar de hojarasca
que para eso tienes un puñado
de gotas de lluvia
apelmazadas en un mismo suelo.

Sé competente
antes de que la libertad te aprisione
y no puedas salir
más que a casa o al trabajo
con ojo avizor clavado en tu nuca.

Sé infortunado
sin amargura ni lástima,
que las sonrisas son los pilares del mundo
y sirve más la risa
que la tristeza y la rabia.

Sé atrevido
al estudiar tus razonamientos
y no empieces a actuar
hasta que no estés completamente seguro
de quién controla tu mente.

Sé estúpido
por confiar en el mundo que te rodea
y no dejes de hacerlo,
porque gracias a gente como tú
lucho por ser
útil,

SANDCASTLES Like the sea WaSANDCASTLES

Like the sea
Washing out sandcastles
So are my memories
Of you

Timeless travelers
Through the cosmos
We met
Briefly again

And what was a beginning
Became and end
And the end
A new beginning

My teachers of Life
Are not magicians
With pointed hats
And painted stars
Draped in deep black

My teachers of Life
Are seemingly ruthless
And careless
About anything
But themselves

My teachers are the sea
Washing out my sandcastles
Leaving only the memory
Of what I used to be.

Boulder, Colorado, USA
March, 1984
Eleanor Astier

MotherlandI will shout

Once again

Your name

Your woman name

I will feel

In my skin

All the wounds

Of your skin

And I shall

Lull to sleep

The angel

Of death

Who wants to kiss

With blood your

Forehead

Why are your jungles

Sweating in war?

Why are your mountains

Silencing mercilessly

The voice that remains?

Quench this thirst I feel

With drops of coffee and aguardiente

Can your people fathom how it hurts

Having to leave, leaving you there?

Can your daughters imagine how it aches

Having you deep inside of what I cherish the most?

Can your sons stop and think how painful it is

Having to take just a little piece of you with me?

Ca

HelloHello, I am me,
I would like you to meet,
The real side of me.
I won't pretend to be,
What I am not to be,
In years or millenniums.
Yes, I may change and I also have,
Yes, I may change for the good or bad,
No, I will not be what you want me to be.
No, you cannot mold me.
I do what I want on my free will,
Sometimes I do right,
Sometimes I do wrong.
I learn from my mistakes,
I repeat them to learn again.
I love at times,
But I also hate at times.
You are different from me,
And so am I different from you.
You have your opinions,
And so do I but maybe not the same.
I might be weird to someone,
Or maybe a creeper left alone,
Or maybe the sunshine in someone's life,
Or maybe a sharp and harmful knife,
But at the end, I am me.
I am who I am,
And it has to be accepted,
By you, me and everyone else.
Hello, This is me

Banale GespraecheIch träume von der Nacht
Und ich träume von geistigen Flügen
Alles, was sie reden ...
So banal!
Damit komm ich nicht klar.
Kratzen an der Oberfläche,
Stechen niemals rein.
Was mich stört,
Sind nicht die Themen,
Sondern wie schnell sie abgehandelt sind.
Denken, denken ... eine Qual?
Nein, der Seele höchster Genuss!
Warum verstehen sie das nicht?

Der Natur entstiegen Geboren Der Natur entstiegen

Geboren in der Natur ihr` Schoß,
geborgen in den Wurzeln,
greif in den Himmel und werde groß,
kaum begreifend, Stirnrunzeln.

Ihre Ruhe die Sicherheit spendend,
das Gras unter den Füßen,
sich ganz und gar abwended,
das Leben begrüßen.

Tauche ein in den Zeitraffer der Stadt,
sich selbst geklont,
bis jedes Ich eintausend Ichs hat,
nie verschont.

Sich vor sich selbst erschreckend,
ein Ich für jeden Raum,
Nähe suchend, einsam versteckend,
Sehnsucht nach dem Weltenbaum.

Genug vom Kämpfen, Verlieren, Besiegen.
Vergessen wer man ist, wie man heißt,
sich in seiner Selbst

soledadOh soledad, maldita soledad.
SOS la interpretación de la muerte lenta.
Estoy prisionera, atada con cadenas, cadenas de rosas negras.
Que se trepan por todo mi cuerpo, cuyas espinas se clavan en mi piel, cambiando de color negro a carmesí.
En la aviación pintada de negro.
Cuya lágrimas derramadas en el suelo que van muriendo.
Sin la débil luz de una sonrisa, sola, me he muerto, mi alma ha desaparecido, dejándome solo la soledad.
Ya no quiero vivir así, he sufrido de muchas formas pero nunca más quiero sufrir, déjame morir en la tormenta, déjame morir en los brazos de la sol

The NomadI am a nomad, traveling through an infinite, red desert, in search of water, all of which has been dried up by the "bright" sun's intense heat or has been pushed by gravity so deep into the Earth that a lifetime of digging into the sand beneath my feet would not produce a single drop. And so many mirages... so many fucking mirages... that I must excruciatingly pain myself to prove false and nonexistent. So many mirages, in fact, that even my logical and rigidly machine mind has begun to suspect that probability itself is plotting against me... the bastard, showing me just what I've desired all these years, just to make me repeat to myself wha

You Dont Know MeOstatnio on się nie stara,
wychodzi z niego poczwara.
Qrwami chętnie częstuje,
wulgaryzmem operuje.
A dlaczego się nie stara,
no bo pani go nie jara.
Na wiele sobie pozwala,
swoją złością więc nawala.
Tutaj nie ma tłumaczenia,
że coś robi od niechcenia.
No bo pani zaklepana,
myśli o nim już od rana.
Toteż będzie popychadłem,
którym on teraz zawładnie.
A więc z błędu wyprowadzam,
taka miłość - się nie zgadzam.
Nie ma - jestem zaklepana,
i przy tym poniewierana.
Miłość pragnie być kochana,
zate

The Ice-Cream ManIn a world of dark,
in a city of gray,
if you listen to the silence,
you can hear it everyday.

The bells still ring,
the cart is still there,
and you can hear that same old tune,
a melody in the air.

It seems the same from far away,
but if you walk up the to stand,
it stands empty, cold, alone,
the ghost of the ice-cream man.

He has lost his money and dreams,
for no children buy anymore,
they are all long dead and gone,
shot or bombed in a war.

But he still has hopes,
that one day the children will return,
and so he stands here every day,
waiting, forever he will yearn.

Or perhaps the ice-cream man is right,
perhaps it is not the late,
t

1U zagrljaju šapucem,
rijeci imaju novu tamu.
Cekam da se vrate leptiri
dok ponovo gubim sebe samu...

I govorim isto,
mislim i osjecam.
tražim izgubljeno
i samu sebe utapam...

Doticem kožu,miris
i poznati glas.
Toplo je dobro,srce
što kuca za nas...

Molim te vrati mi
Srecu-znam da je tu.
Ispod sve soli,sveg tog
što boli,raspoznajem ju.

Ove bivše rijeci što
bile su premalo tada,
gube toplinu,iskru
i crvenu boju vatre sada...

Znaš li što doista
znace mi suze?
Laže ti osmijeh
što dotakne obraze...

Kraj mi daj,zagrli me
i zatupi bojom meda
sve izgubljeno usput,
staro

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I stand alone in awe and, as I die,
A flicker of old, shattered dreams now lie
In front of my invisible remains.

And as I try to see what they had been,
To read their name and all their sweet despair,
In isolation I lose all the air,
While broken letters slowly can be seen.

But what they say is what I mostly fear,
The truth of all my life and of my name.
They tell that I am nothing and I came
Merely to die and now my end is near.

So I renounce to all that I have had,
My name, my mind and all my foolish dreams,
And, as now nothing have I left, it seems
That I am thoroughly and truly dead.

Still AgonyOn fields of thoughts I dream and lie
And jilted stars swiftly descend
To lowly heights that never end,
While breaking webs of past remain.

But gentle guilts are born again
Of sweet and bitter, cold mistakes
That shiver in torment and aches
Of old, imprisoned stars still shake.

And thus the only stars that make
The light of life, flicker in fear
Then turn grotesque and with a tear,
On fields of thoughts I dream and die.

WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying stars
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.

Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.

And thus it begins, as no man can escape
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While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
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by ~Nephele99, Jul 12, 2012, 4:21:37 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Concrete Poetry

An hour is lost as eternity's near.
And so I begin, with a deafening despair,
To play with my mind, filled with poisonous air,
A game of insanity that I hold dear.

It starts with a kiss, one that's painfully sweet,
That brings to its bearer morbid desires
To stand over all and to own all the fires,
To rule in the palace where all the suns meet.

But all this is lost, the illusion now turns,
And all the enchanted dolls from paradise
Are dying and turning their hearts into ice,
While watching how all of my innocence burns.

Now still I remain, and without any fear
I look at myself in the mirror and play,
With nothing to hear, and just nothing to say.
An hour is lost and eternity's here…

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~NotenSMSK Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hello, I am from

with my critique on this work.

First, I really enjoyed this work. That might be perhaps, due to the form/rhyming scheme and the meter which is really well handled throughout the work. Thus even if I hadn't understood anything, I would have accepted this as an enjoyable read.

Now moving on. The second line of the first stanza does not require the "a" before deafening. I think the expression is fine without it in both terms of meaning and meter. But it is not that big of a problem.

The first stanza starts with a very different feel. It pulls the reader in and makes them wonder what the rest of the work may be about.

The second stanza gives some insight over the different possibilities the first stanza gave and the expressions used here are wonderful. Note that the first stanza, though it holds the same form as the rest, seems like it work follows aaaa scheme while it actually follows abba. Not a technical problem again but I was a bit... uncertain when I read the second stanza. Anyways, the second stanza is very well worded.

The third stanza... and fourth stanza... nothing wrong, well written and good. Now coming to what I inferred from this work.

It felt in the first stanza that you are regretting or perhaps painfully contemplating on an issue. What it is, is hinted in the second stanza. It is of perhaps a romantic endeavor. You feel escalated and as if you have everything you could ever desire. The third stanza then brings you back to reality. It shows you that this was not a... correct choice perhaps, or not the right thing to do. I do not understand the expression and its implication: "turning their hearts into ice" and the sudden addition of dolls to the work, with no previous reference to them suddenly put me in a strange position. Anyways, then the last stanza gives the impression that you are just thinking over what happened in an hour, hearing nothing, saying nothing, just wondering how just an hour of "pleasure" brought this eternity of regret.

This is what I understood and it might completely mismatch what you intended. So the theme is there, it is well written, but there is a strange moment in the third stanza. I don't know if you plan on editing it but an addition of a stanza might help, since I feel the rest of the stanza's work fine as they are. OR you may edit this stanza and make it clear.

Over all a wonderful piece which I really enjoyed!

~Nephele99 Feb 7, 2013

First, thanks a lot for the critique.
I really appreciate it ^_^
Constructive critiques are quite rare nowadays and I always try to learn from them. Especially because english is not my native language and I am quite prone to making grammar mistakes

I'll definitely take your suggestions into account.
Thanks again

~NotenSMSK Feb 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are welcome

yup they are rare

I am founder of a group which also works with giving critiques (as well as nudging people to critique as well) and I hope it makes a difference! My native language is also not English and I am just as prone to makeing errors

*prettyflour Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hey there,

Prettyflour here on behalf of

with the critique you requested.

I find this poem very interesting for several reasons. First, I'm not exactly sure what it is about, and I like the fact that it is somewhat vague and open to interpretation. It forces the reader to think and contemplate. It is not about instant gratification. That is my kind of poem! Secondly, I like the way you structured this and used rhyme. I find it quite original and refreshing.

The repitition of the first and last line works very well. I like that you changed it up a bit in the last line- that slight change gave the ending a sense of finality and made the poem seem complete. I did have a question about your use of an apostrophe in eternity's. Is this short for eternity is? Or was this meant to show eternity as its own being? Or eternty in plural? I have to admit... I was a little thrown off by this because I'm not quite sure of your intention.

One the whole, I think this has a nice flow and it was easy to read but with a lot of meaning meaning the words. I very much enjoyed this! I hope this was helpful and if you'd like to discuss, pelase feel free to reply.
Thanks and have a great day!

~Nephele99 Feb 7, 2013

The apostrophe in eternity's is indeed short for eternity is

Thanks a lot for the comment and fave ^_^

!TheLunarDragon Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This Critique is on behalf of

Stepping away from my traditional form of critiquing, I will simply say outright... I fell in love with this piece. There is nothing for me to critique. Honestly. Your use of power words and metaphors.... gave me shivers. The subject matter was incredibly intense. I would point out which parts I loved, but that would require me to place the entire poem into quotations! Absolutely fantastic job!

~Nephele99 Jan 27, 2013

Thank you a lot for your comment and fave ^_^
I appreciate it very much

~Hanachi-Shitsukki Jan 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, the flow of this is simply perfect. ''To rule in the palace where all suns meet'', the images this line brings to my mind are unique and majestic. Keep writing ♥

~Nephele99 Jan 12, 2013

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