Poem A Week

Poem A Week

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burbujas (herb)

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  1. soy una burbuja
    como hielo
    y como una ventana
  2. burbujas!!
  3. bird one:

    crows, watching silently
    am i their prey?
    am i their predator?
    they squack
    like shrill cries
    my ears are deafened
    yet it was just my alarm
    no need to feel so alarmed
    yet my ear still feels ruptured.
  4. crows are cool but they can be noisy >.> also the twist that it was an alarm xD
  5. radio static (silence is deafining)

    turn, crackle
    twist, krrsssh
    this radio only plays two tunes
    my heartbeat
    and yours
    (so unbearbly morbid, so i listen to the inbetween)
    although i loathe it
    there's something about it
    so i turn the volume up
    and my expectationd down
  6. new bird one:

    pasta loving parrot, why do you reside among these walls of blue?
    inside my screen you're there, stirring a pot of food.
    your plumage white, but cabinets brown
    i think you'd look cute wearing a little crown.
  7. twenty twenty-five
    dear me you,

    yes, you, after all this has ended started, what do you have to say chastise about me? will everything nothing be the same? or will i we be the same wild and unwilling tiger?

    have you already left came?

    sincerely,

    you me.
  8. twenty/twenty-four
    five-sixths, i am not quite sure if i had done everything i needed to do that year. i abandoned the promise of parity and perhaps that is where this road has left me.

    you, of the past, have to know something. my pasts are my futures: they align like stars, and cross eachothers inexorably. i am only the bystander.

    maybe i have done all i could have, and i am failing,
    myself.
  9. blizzard warning in your area

    attention inhabitants of ☆○●○☆, this is a blizzard like no other-- it will burn, ashy and poignant. it is orange and heated and it feels like smoke will shadow your lungs. your face will prick with the hotness surronding the snow until you have heated so much you are frozen.

    be warned.
  10. why groundhogs? why not something equally as abstract?
    chickens eating grass begetting spring-- bats sleeping instead of being
    disturbed. hail? snow? spring? winter? why do animals
    make the choice? i think we ought to choose for ourselves now.


Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.
— Antonio Machado