The Bastard Sons Poem by Juan Carlos Diaz What are memories but the bastard sons Of time and reverie, with emotional minds And tongues keeping us prisoner in a Cell of dreams won and birthed and Dreams aborted and lost. This is where the scars Of philosophers are Fashioned into women And men with silver Tongues that seem To ask a few simple Question: … Continue reading The Bastard Sons
Age Nine Written by Juan Carlos Diaz There exist a memory that serves as wallpaper To the suicide scars of my late teens. Painted upon its surface is a nine Year-old me, seated quietly in The palms of a late summer’s Day watching my older Brother smack a homerun Into the wizened face Of the ninety-four year-old twentieth Century. There my older brother goes, running … Continue reading Age Nine (poem)
Falling In Love With All Of You Written by Juan Carlos Diaz Paint me with your screams, The walls that confine my Soul. So that I may understand the Dark shad of color that is Your heart. Educate me within schools that Are your wounds, and upon graduation I promise you that I will destroy The very foundation created By the men who hurt … Continue reading Falling In Love With All Of You. Poem by Juan Carlos Diaz
Neighborhood Goddess By Juan Carlos Diaz What is poetry but a brief Glance at the neighborhood Goddess as she sits across From you on the school Bus, a gaping hole, oozing out Her innocence and childhood. My eyes become portals that Open up to oblivion, Swallowing my face. The goddess looks in My direction and sticks her Hands into those portals, Absconding with … Continue reading Neighborhood Goddess. Poem by Juan Carlos Diaz
Shrines of War Poem by Juan Carlos Diaz My war laughed at me today It told me not to feed it anymore From the food grown in adolescent Wastelands where shrines for Teenage girls still stand erect Even though they’re now thirty- Something year-old mothers of little Girls whose heartbreaking tendencies Lay dormant on their smiling faces Until awakened by the sound … Continue reading Shrines of War by Juan Carlos Diaz
Studying Life by Juan Carlos Diaz Life can never be studied, As it is breathing heavily Upon your face, for its Features are still blurred In the glare of the anew; Still dripping in the Sliminess of after birth. Let’s wait, however, until Each day lies its head Sleepily upon the Bosom of the past So that we can Be able to determine If life … Continue reading Studying Life. Poem by Juan Carlos Diaz
Gone Writing By Juan Carlos Diaz She walks into my study, And notices that my face, Doesn’t belong to me, My eyes are of another, World anxiously, Waiting to be birthed, And awakened onto, This one, She focuses her, Attention on my fingers, As they dance to the rhythm of, Tap tap tap finger to keyboard, As bricks and mortar, Fall from the atmosphere, Of … Continue reading Gone Writing
Jealous ones By Juan Carlos Diaz Tap tap tap The tears of A billion lovers past and Present crash against the windowpanes Trying to break in and steal what You and I have in between the sheets Oh yes those forlorn tears of Lovers long gone trying to Get straight to us Just listen to the sound of Their angry tears bouncing Desperately on the … Continue reading Jealous Ones
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