alien Inglés has leadened my lips
like mumbling through mouths
full of melaza; words that once
danced to the beats of bomba y plena
stumble awkwardly from lips
that have lost their rhythm.
palabras que fluían como ríos
are now dammed like Carraizo
behind teeth more accustomed
to hard /t/’s than the softer /b/’s
and /v/’s of my childhood spent
speaking in the tinkle of wind chimes
until teachers and textbooks convinced me
it sounded of broken glass.
my mother tongue- my mother’s
tongue- is no longer my own.
(Source: thesuperfluityofwords)
Wrap me in your
ivy and I will gladly
crumble; redbrick
rubble at your feet.
(Source: thesuperfluityofwords)
you are the love that weakens the knees aiding gravity in pulling me back down to earth even when my heart has ascended stars to reach you.
(Source: thesuperfluityofwords)
He says my name in that shy-lispy way that only a child can and smiles with the sincerity I wish I could still muster as my heart breaks with every second that passes dimming the wonder in his eyes at the world so big it makes his tiny hands seem smaller than my attempts to keep him laughing while the world burns around us.
these pillows hold your place
like bookmarks between folded arms
so i never lose the spot
where we left off.
night time bubble baths :)
can we slow things down?
go back to the days of
freeze tag and fireflies,
where sticky ice cream drips and
gets licked from tanned forearms, where
wistful sighs echo off the front
stoops of children dreaming of
adventures not yet had
can we slow things down?
I want to live in the quiet spaces
between the yellowed pages
of books whose words
have long since faded
but are forever imprinted
on the hearts of those
who have held them close.
No me queda más refugio que la fantasía
no me queda más que hacer,
que hacerte una poesía.
story of my life…
