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…

Locked Aways #poetry #writing

Locked Aways by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/25/2020 People always assume they know every dynamic part of our lives and are rarely rightThey just nod their head when you correct them or have to explain your own battles, failures or fright.I’m not like everyone else in more ways than noneI’m just incredibly good at hiding when…

Vengeful Dreams #poetry #writer #ptsd

Vengeful Dreams by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/21/2020 These nightmares are long, vivid, relentless and I fear never going awayThey quicken my heart, spark the adrenaline, fright or flight snapping my eyes open before it’s even dayI do what feels right, breathe slowly in and out to calm the constantly emerging sleeping anxietiesNothing seems to help…

Locked Inside #poetic #rant

Locked Inside by Alejandro N. Marrero 5/19/2020 We’re locked inside by rules and guidelines jailed to avoid dire consequencesIt’s been only a few months but near a hundred thousand people’s fatalities weigh heavily in our countries consciousnessWe know what’s best for all the rest is to remain in proper decontaminated distanceThis doesn’t matter to everyone…

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…

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…