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The past...

The past is a coffin.
It keeps the dust and the weakness.
It contains the tears and the sighs.
The lost memories and the fresh.
The pains and the words,
It's a graveyard of hope.

Marian Godoy
@asteropea

Twitter prompt
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Declaration For The Banished

DECLARATION FOR THE BANISHED

May they come,
come in numbers.
May they be safe
no matter the plight,
no matter the chosen route.

Our economy needs them.
Our hospitals need them.
Our schools need them.
Our cities need them.
Our towns need them.
Our children need them.
Our fears need them.

I have no problem
with anyone
from any other country
coming to Canada
to exhibit the cost of
wanting to remain
a human being,
a human
being allowed a
new chance to be alive.

There, I said it.
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Old pages

I trampled upon
these old pages
filled with dreams.
Emerging words
from the soul of a poet
writing her own
memory graves.

Marian Godoy
@asteropea

Twitter prompt
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Pompeii

These broken things,
a dream of forever wrapped around my finger
The most absolute certainty
of a night that never ends in a second hand mended heart.
The echoes of darkness beat in my chest
With Pompeii lying at my feet.
I will destroy the void that breaks my voice
and twist your arms away from me.

Marian Godoy
@asteropea

Art by Tristan Elwell
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Love is...

To seamlessly float
Ethereal touch,
A surface always hidden.
Sudden exhalation
Heart open levitation,
Love is the art of drowning.

Marian Godoy
@asteropea

Twitter prompt

Art credited to its owner
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"Primrose" Written by: Enid Rodríguez Isáis

Velvety fruit
stained by the orange sky,
on the threshold of poetry
I want to be with you.
In the adages played by the angels
and in different colorful meadows...
without fear and sorrow,
with the purity of your hands
and your heart of primrose.



Enid Rodríguez Isáis
United States
October 8th, 2019.
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Me basta solo...

Me basta solo con
que me digas,que me amas.

Me basta solo con
una mirada.

Me basta solo con
una palabra.

Tan solo me bastaría...
con un recuerdo.

Dichoso hombre
¡deja bastarme de tu amor!

Dichoso aquel que
se robo mi corazón.
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Dad

Being on the highway,
I waited for a while
My dad,
His hair was white
Wrinkles covered his eyes
My dad was old
I did not cry because I was closed to his mill.
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"Solo, voy mejor"

“Only loneliness is my constant companion,
and is as real in my life,
like the air I breathe.
And I will stay that way until one day,
the one who created me,
blow the dust of my bones”
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What is love?

Do you know what is
the love?

For me, the love is...

More beautiful things, but
love, is you.

You is more beautiful things,
my love.

#PracticaInEnglish jsjs
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"A Song of The Cold Solitude"

I composed a song of the cold solitude
from the caves of Yellowstone,
longing to join the light
of an united kingdom.
I am still here, among the other
wild lilies but isolated and thirsty,
hearing voices and for all I know,
this happens every night
in the narrow bed;
drifting from nature, the moon, the stars
in tiny fragments,
could I ever leave this blue circle?
could this chorus of sighs be silenced?
it has to be!
even a child is capable to forget
and yet here I am
unable to become fire.
time is ticking and mirrors are tricking,
now in the dark
I feel only bitter and tormented,…
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Bad lyrics

O old flame!
Have you noticed the flight of the lost fairies around your face?
Don't think it's because of me!
that I am the cause of magic,
although my verses are music
and become beautiful flowers,
Do not think that I come to return with you to lose my panties,
now you are laughing
now you are crying
I hope you better play
with the snow
and forget the touch of our bodies;
I wish we started from scratch,
go west, away from this "romance"
These are just bad lyrics...
of a broken heart!
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Little being of light

Soft flower of calm
Into my heart you pumped perfume
And filled my soul with sweet color.
Now, I crave your marvelous realm—
So distinct and true with us,
Yet so strange to our feeble minds.

In me, you will ever remain
As the beautiest of all.
For now my world breaths with you,
For now my blood runs with no fear,
With no shame and no deceive.
Purest of all,
That is how I shall remember you.
Living on sacred soil,
Being one with all.
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La Vida 10 (Periodo Azul Maldito)

Lets get laid
and touch lightly
my fountain of love
resting eyes on me
lips that lick all this new sweat
that is wetting my body,
girl, to bleed is up to you
please do not pretend
innocuous kisses
tribute to trifle
strange will
to suck my neck
is burn until dead
things turn into
surrealism way
to fuck, underpaid blowjob
keep your arms wide open
then, hold me with your legs
no place, no time, no people
were enough for us.
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Ashes

The energy inside me
wants to break free,
like the rays of the sunrise
breaking the dark dawn.

My bones are aching,
my blood flows all over me
like a hot lava
ready to explode.

I run thru the dessert
feeling my skin burst in flame
my mind radiates like a nova
and my soul breaks free.

I breathe, and I let go
all the thing that hurt me in the past
now they become ashes
and I become lighter.

The energy inside me radiates
the impurities of my thoughts are gone
I’m never going to be a saint
but I’ll be a free soul.
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Two Cups

It’s funny to me how people always struggle to talk about
love; How people are afraid of
love; Why does no one loves anymore?

Dad met mom, drunk at a bar,
My dad used to say he wasn’t drunk,
It was bubbles,
Bubbly wine,
Whisky & soda,
Bubbly head.

They dance the same steps,
share the same bed, oh
how much did my dad love…
He wanted to marry mom,
he didn’t had much,
Only a couch and a bed,
all he was missing was her.

How romantic, isn’t it? We all love,
But why in secret? I don’t want to
keep this love for myself.

My mom sais all she needed was him,
she joked about…
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There´s nothing more

I´m tired of climbing up the stages
looking at the faces.
Always looking for you
when no one looks for me.

Walking past the flashes
where I can´t feel you anymore
and I´m just left to be alone
tired of trying all the ashes.

There´s nothing left for us
but papers burning in the dust.
Our memories living in the past.
There´s nothing more.
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No hay nada más

Estoy cansada de escalar los escenarios
mirando a las caras.
Siempre buscándote
cuando nadie me busca.

Caminando entre los destellos
donde ya no puedo sentirte
y se me ha dejado para estar sola.
Cansada de probar todas las cenizas.

No queda nada para nosotros
excepto papeles ardiendo en el polvo.
Nuestros recuerdos viviendo en el pasado.
No hay nada más.
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Tell the night

Tell the night /
I am ready to be swallowed.

@asteropea
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"All I ever wanted" Written by @EnidIsáis

All I ever wanted

I don’t remember
having been greedy;
it was only essential for myself
to escape from my mental prison
to fly next to the seagulls
without looking back.

I realized that certificates
framed in gold didn’t make me
a better person
nevertheless a wise woman;
it is not an absolute purpuse of life,
but love is.

Perhaps all what I’ve endured
such as rejection, loneliness and illnesses
are just a form to purify my soul,
it’s about to rise again in the rubble.

Who better to understand the fallen?
Who better to kiss with open arms the forgotten?

Whatever path I walk,
may love always find its way with mine…
It’s all I ever wanted.



Enid Rodríguez Isáis
Estados Unidos
Mayo 2019.

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Dedicated to Scott Weiland

Arrest this lament
this false flag of endeavor
star eyes at elsewhere
parachute of the midnight aplomb
splendor soils christened by an exorama
defouled by a parasite cancel
who are you in the liturgy of night?
nameless index of heathen imperial purple
no margin, no reprieve
augur of ceremonial reimagining
of unnoticed thoughts searing in erasure
murmur of the accidental day
a chasticised saucerful of secrets
eviscerator heaven on call
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