Drown the truth
by Teresita Blanco
I sleep again
With a heavy heart.
There are many things
I wish to forget.
Why must I hold onto the trivial
When the substance fades away?
Questions
by Teresita Blanco
This putrid blood,
Weights a ton.
When did you surrender
Your old ember?
You are blind,
In her bind.
Always scheming,
Forever planning
For a tomorrow
That may never come.
What did you desire?
Was it Apollo’s lyre?
No. Pour your flood
Into these empty pages.
2/17/2013
Locked Door
by Teresita Blanco
In these empty halls,
Full of white stained walls.
I wish to paint them anew
With a few memories.
I hear a faint whisper
Of a song I heard before
Reaching into the core.
At the end, of it all
Lies a door
With a sign.
And it reads,”
And it bleeds.”
The door is locked,
I threw away the key.
Desert
by Teresita Blanco
Cast he seeds
In the desert.
Soon they dry,
The sky cries:
They, with hope,
Reach above
To taste just
Putrid death!
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