Poems: Dance, Untitled, and Repeating Myself

Poems: Dance, Untitled, and Repeating Myself

Today, I wrote a few new poems. The first one is about fake chicks, dancing in a masquerade. Its pretty odd around the edges. The next poems are some without a title. Nothing too far out there. The final poem is about repetition. I really got to get something new to write about. Everything is oblivion this, pity's woes that. I have been thinking of writing some love poems. At least some silly poems. In any case, these new poems of mine deserve 5 stars rating.  

Dance
by Teresita Blanco

Dance, dance,

Ye, elegant ladies.

So quaint, so hollow.

They turn, turn, turn,

With their white hollowed masks.

Look at them, they paint their faces.

With a mockery of life’s colors.

They refuse to admit,

That they are dead, dead, dead.

Watch these hollow maidens

Turn, turn, turn.

The music has yet to burn.

Let them sing once more.

Dance, look at their pose.

They have no eyes,

They are cold!! 

Untitled 
by Teresita Blanco

1

50 miles and counting,

It’s a slippery slope,

And down we go.

Into the deep;

He swallows us whole.

 2

The cold Shower of yesterday

Has sobered me from my dreams.

3

I am the first, the last, the middle,

I am the hero of all your zeros.

4

Drink the poisoned chalice,

Within it lies true salvation.

Forget all conversation

Raise that poisoned malice,

Only then you will bear

Those thousand cold stares.

 

Repeating Myself 
by Teresita Blanco

I grow tired

Of repeating myself.

The same old songs,

The same old hymns.

If I struggle to rise up,

I gaze behind and witness

My Pity’s woes.

I cannot lie

Confi’ in my bed forever.

I must break free

And use my hands.

That day I will

Discard delusional light,

In order to fill

My empty belly with iron.

I grown tired of repeating myself,

The same cold songs, and hymns. 

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