Poetry Corner – My Tattoos

My Tattoos

These are my tattoos

They have become as much a part of me as my limbs or veins
A juxtaposition to break up the monotony of my skin
Triggering a memory, a time and place
A souvenir of the past

A tattoo broadcasts one's personality even before words are spoken
A conversation piece, a window into their soul
To know their dreams and desires
A map of where they've been and what they've done

They are decorative scars, self-inflicted wounds
to destroy something pure, a sign of innocence lost
A way to rebel against society
A way of rebelling against ourselves

Each one is a work of art
For you to appreciate and critique, to love or hate
The body an easel, a once blank canvas
My blood the ink, the needle guided the hand of God

These are my tattoos

Can I see yours?


Tattoo artist: Eymard Trejo IG: @eymardtrejo

Poetry Corner – A New Hope

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A New Hope

A new feeling...

A feeling of contentedness...

Of wanting to leave what's familiar...

Of wanting to shed all things external, unimportant in the scheme of things, useless for

survival...

Of being open to learn again...

Of knowing that I don't know anything...

Of wanting to be close to the people I love...

And not pushing them away...

Of not wanting to live in solitude...

An evasive feeling...

A feeling of hopefulness...
 
Of wanting to finally LIVE


-Bali, Nov 1, 2016

Poetry Corner – The Italian Girl

The Italian Girl

... Deep, hazel eyes, like staring into them too long would be dangerous, the threat of never escaping... Sumptuous curves, elegantly, delicately put together, sculpted from Eve herself... Without knowing her past, she maintains a childlike innocence, no way of knowing, but it doesn't matter... 

I want to be lying alongside her now, stroking her platinum blonde hair, brunette roots showing, adding a feeling of realness to her, proving I didn't just conjure her up in a sun-stroked daydream... Caressing her magnificent tits, boobs, breasts, these words too crass to do any written description justice, like just by saying them would offend her unequaled beauty... 

Lying there apres-sex, our sweating bodies heaving, melting together... Our fingers exploring each other's bodies, still unknown even after making love, even more foreign than when we only fantasized this... Our feet intertwining like latin dancers, latin lovers under a howling full moon...

Soft, luscious lips, softer than air, they would disintegrate on contact, upper and lower lips pursing together like two pillows, pillows you want to rest your lips on, and never part from, both her and your saliva acting as coital glue, breathing through your noses, listening to the charged sounds of your breathing, feeling each other's heartbeats, and you could stay like this forever...

-Bali, Jan 12/2017

Poetry Corner – Bali

                                                 

Bali

"Boss!" like I put them on payroll

"Yes, okay," like I had already decided to buy the thing

"Massage?" like after a tough day at the beach all I could use was some relaxation

"Transport?" as if my feet weren't carrying me fast enough to my next unknown destination

"Valium," to ease the anxiety of being mobbed by a hundred street pedlars in the span of one block

"My friend!" like we haven't seen each other in donkey's years

"Teedak, teri makasi," my answer to all of this


-Bali, Jan 12/2017

Poetry Corner – Sunset

Sunset

Sunset

People waiting in anticipation

For something so natural, so primitive

Mother Nature must laugh at our pettiness

A game of hide and seek

Trying to inconspicuously dip away

Not trying to draw attention to itself

Doing a poor job of it

Trying to run away from sky

Trying to escape from civilization

Away from world

Away from people

Unaware that it will return again tomorrow

Repeating the same process

Again and again

For eternity

The definition of craziness

Reflecting off the surfaces of the water

Reflecting the human experience

Sunset

-Bali, Jan 11/2017