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^{all poems by me}

• (untitled)
• tiny romanovs

• I knew him once
• Stirred Pot

• My Loved One
• Embraced

• Despliegue
• Mi ser querido

My Loved One [English version]

^{Is this what it's like?
Will this be my life each night?
Each time we're apart?
I could die.Meet me in my dreams. Hurry, my sweet.
Bring your smiling eyes, rush your nimble feet.
Hold me; down, or in your arms.
I've grown weary, deprived of your charms.Barren will be the vale where I lay
Until you, my life, end my wait,
My longing, your cadence will fill my ears.
I'll rest forever, knowing you're here.}

Embraced

^{There will come a moment
I no longer prefer the day to the night
Because someone will be there
To help me turn off the lights}

I knew him once

^{I knew him once. He was my best friend. He was a boy who's ambition could fill the earth ten times over. Instead, it was confined in a wholly-inadequate-for-who-he-could-become one-story house. The confines spanned more than its walls.From this contradiction arose his hunger; hunger for knowledge and worldliness, certainly, but above all for barriers in himself and others he could tear down so everything within them could come crashing together. He hoped to learn something from the wreckage, or, at the very least, have some feelings roused by the warmth of watching it burn and become.But he himself wasn't the kind of person who became, who nestled into an End Point. He loathed being forced to sit and watch. It was too passive. And so he moved, and he moves, and all he knew was becoming. And I knew him once, while he did.}

Stirred Pot

^{at once in motion
and at peace
like a lily in a pond
or –i don't know–
a horse.
on the plains of Mongolia.
yeah...i am stirred
and i see the wind coming
before it moves me
just before it moves mei writhe as i'm swept
(bathing as i slip below)
i bounce right back up
–there is yet more wind for me to knowand to taste it coming
is hardly the funnest part
these gifts i'm given each day;
a million tiny works of art}

Untitled

^{i think i might love in another language.
i am afraid i'll never find someone
whose tongue can trill in my own.}

tiny romanovs

^{if you are of the bourgeoisie,
go outside! take a peek!
look through the windows of your streets.
see a thousand tiny romanovs,
a thousand palaces in miniature,
and let yourself feel bleak.time comes, they won't say "please".}

Despliegue

^{lléname de drogas
o de ideas
lo que sea
lo que me arregle
o me moldee
haz que el cuadrado quepa en el roto redondo
haz de mí un pozo sin fondo}

^{si me parto, me partí
si sobrevivo, gracias por mentir}

Mi ser querido [Versión en español]

^{¿Así es como se siente?
¿Será esta mi vida cada noche?
¿O cada vez que estemos aparte?
Pudiese morir.Encuéntrame en mis sueños. Corre, cariño.
Trae tus ojos sonrientes, apresura tus pies ardidos.
Sujétame, ya sea debajo, o en tus brazos.
Privado de tu encanto, me he abatido.Estéril será el valle donde me recuesto
Hasta que tú, mi vida, pongas fin a mi conteo,
mi anhelo, cuando tu voz la perciban mis oídos,
Descansaré por siempre, sabiendo que estás conmigo.}