Theoretical Dissolution #poetry

Theoretical Dissolution by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/26/2020 I’ve lost my flesh and have become a wandering mistFlowing neither here nor there in a calming eternally now abiding blissWith the time it took to journey inside my mind my body fell apart rendered useless from the pasts and futures unkind The essence of what was formerly…

Moon Tides #poetry

Moon Tides by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/19/2020 There’s a force in my head that rushes powerfully in every possible directionIt builds then crests and can be possibly delusional or broken my adept precisionMy mind is electrical, charged and filled with persistent chatter or unruly noiseI turn my attention to silence, laying still, body not moving…

Escapism #blog #rant

Escapism. Is that even a word? It might be since autocorrect didn’t suggest anything differently and there was no tell tale red line underneath. Now what is the point I’m trying to make by starting with that particular word? I’ve been going back and forth in my mind thinking of ways to better myself mentally…

Mind Never Mine #poetry #writing

Mind Never Mine by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/14/2020 I’m mortified by what fear has molded me into becomingThere’s a bipolar uprising between choices of sloth, yoga and runningI want to pull out my hair when I’m torn from my routinesI feel guilty for no reason or maybe several and never know what it means Why…

Meditation Space #poetry #meditation

Meditation Space by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/11/2020 This humble tiny spot in my room I’ve begun the path to peaceWhere I can sit down comfortably and meditate to put my mind at easeWe cannot leave our homes so Buddhist teachings are on zoom or Facebook liveIt matters not to me as long as I’m able…

Damaged Managed #Poetry

Photo by Jack13123 Damaged Managed by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/6/2020 I’m so damaged and somehow to this very evening I still manageNot well enough to leave at will or go places far from homeStill scared enough that my feelings push and pull me every direction so I abide best alone What’s wrong with having so…

Rain Drops #poetry

Rain Drops by Alejandro N. Marrero 4/13/2020 Looking down a reflective puddle at my tired and aching feet’sI’d bow down now but my knees would get wet and I don’t practice what you preachI see those ripples change the once still and perfect wet of surface glassKnowing it was rain drops and with rings just…