Words Endured by Alejandro N. Marrero 8/11/2020 It’s getting worse this ailment that fuels my hidden manic burstsIt possesses my body, takes it over and makes it quake in tremors and hurtsThere’s no pill that makes the pain go completely awayAt least not one that doesn’t throw your mind and soul in a trap it…
Ignored By Alejandro N. Marrero 8/10/2020 There’s something particular about being ignoredEspecially when it’s purposeful and you feel the truth, you’re not adored.There’s a hurt when you knock in hopefulness but they don’t answer and your in need but feeling helplessnessIt’s a pain to stand before a locked doorDrags your self-esteem to the very floorA…
Photo by Valentina Remenar Mind Torn by Alejandro N. Marrero 8/8/2020 Consumed by noise or even worse the unspoken between the lines constant silenceWhen I’m in a mood where they disperse like waves on distant uninhabitable islandsThere are rivers of emotions that flow down each steep and drenched troubled hillsideDays that are endless with people…
Angels have Gone by Alejandro N. Marrero 8/7/2020 We once had a purpose in books written long, long agoThe original watchers and hands of the gods yet now where do we goPeople have turned there eyes from the heavens to investing their faith in the sciencesNow without prayers to power us we can’t stop all…
Stormed for You by Alejandro N. Marrero 8/6/2020 A storm beats on my back as I conjure that luminescent fireThe warmth to balance the cold as I conjure up my fireI’m not a villain, rogue or one for masses of peopleI’m just a wanderer alone in the wilderness battling the elements without a keeperThe pelts…
Artist Unknown Wind-song Lose-song by Alejandro N. Marrero 8/4/2020 They say to win some, you’ve got to lose some. Well, I’ve lost quite a lotI’ve been defeated so often I wonder each time Why do I even try to get back up when the winning never startsBrow pinched in concern and lines of worry are…
Artwork by Valentina Remenar Moon Born - by Alejandro N. Marrero 8/2/2020 They call us moon born we’re made of twilight skies, you’d find us where the day met nightsWe were many back then if you can bend back time to way back whenNow we’re few only found in fever dreams anew and in firefly…
Rich Heart Poor Starts by Alejandro N. Marrero 7/31/2020 There’s an excitement that builds in me and it’s a weapon or a cureI have ideas that swirl fast about what to build and what we may endureEveryday I get emails of opportunities to help me give and provide moreYet, when I read the prerequisites I’m…
I’m up late again. That wasn’t the plan but none of these effing pills are calming me down. It’s physical and mental. It’s horrible and useless. It’s drought with agitation without a definitive cause. The mindful breathing isn’t even slowing my heart rate and I’m lying down. I’m annoyed for no reason. I want to…
Broken Bottles by Alejandro N. Marrero 7/28/2020 We’ve all done itDropped the glass you seeHad a little too much and barely reacted as it shattered from a careless elbow or kneeThat poison in our veinsThat socially acceptable normal we covet to ease our daily painsIt’s wine, spirits and drinks on the rocksWe don’t really care…
