Love music, writing and reading. Some of my poems may be lyrics, others just poems.
Joined March 2015
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the small great resistance
of creating an archive of free literature
in this greedy world
the small great resistence
of creating art
when productivity is rule
the small great resistence
of always being kind
despite the world being cold
in a sunrise it starts
you can't see all colours
they are hiding behind
other wavelengths
colour blooms slowly
and the sunset arrives
despite not being able
to see everything
you know it's there
humming in a frequency
you understand
#FoxProse
sieve as a safety net
the dark side of my room
but there are holes in it
some leak and get spilled
on the floor
for the whole world to see
there's nowhere to hide
they see
when they look at me
but to reveal openly
am I ready for it?
#FoxProse
creía que no sabía escribir
entre estas líneas
pero entre poema y poema
de García Lorca
encontré una luz
que me hacía florecer
I write between these lines
to hide myself
because placing my head above
your thunderous pulse
and breathing you in
as I feel you pull me closer
made me quiver,
hesitate,
for the first time in my life
nieve en mis mejillas
pronto enterradas
las lágrimas heladas
sangre rota derramada
el silencio de mi alma
se oye en estas palabras
el latido de mis versos
nunca se apagan
seguirán sonando
eternamente en mis sueños
transcurridos
con los ojos abiertos
mi sangre
oscuro rojo intenso
se hiela cuando viene
la gélida mañana de azul cielo
digo gracias cada vez que
mi sangre no es derramada
i write less than before
my thoughts swirl around
but they never settle on paper
the pen burns with the words
i want to write about
but then a fire spreads inside my thoughts
the same fire that was lit from the ashes
of what was left in my heart
when I walked away
that instant conection
with someone you've just met
you seem to know
where they are in a room
and when you look, you seem to always catch each other's gaze
when you talk, you seem to know what comes next
and suddenly you can't imagine how you lived before this person came along
I tried to find you
in a room full of people
i caught myself doing that
and realised I still look for you
in every room you might not be in
whispers of loud promises
lost in the dust of the ashamed
the dirt got inside
even if you closed the door
I might see red and feel blue
but black engulfed you
#vss365
eguzkia ilargi bihurtzen ikusi det
ta argia desagertzen
minutu ta zazpi segundu
ilargiak eguzkia erabat irentsi du
eta belauniko jarri nau
garrasika
argirik gabe geratu da
eta bere koloreak agerian
even in darkness, it shines
zuk bezala
I hate the entitlement shown by
white men in capitalism to exploit and destroy everything for their benefit: nature, women, black and indigenous people.
When will this stop.
breathing poetry retweeted
During a partial solar eclipse, look under the trees: you'll see hundreds of tiny crescents on the ground!
It's the pinhole effect: each small gap between leaves acts like a natural projector, casting miniature images of the partially eclipsed sun.
that total eclipse was definitely worth writing songs and poems about
expect me writing about that and only that for the next few months
breathing poetry retweeted
Maybe the goal is not to become unbothered. Maybe the goal is to become grounded enough to feel things without being ruled by them.