Odd Short Poems: Drown the Truth, Questions, Locked Door and Desert by Teresita Blanco

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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