Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Gay Sauna In Flushing

I do not write poems, write poetry ...

Claudia Cervantes


Everything is dry ...

scream came when she was desperate for wanting to be heard
I could keep everything in me, it was easy to shut my secrets until I cry now
voiceless.

had been cast aside all thought that this comment
rather hear something else, but people
kept
repeat it ... this time might once again believe in you
thought that nothing was, or was useless until you reach
expect you to believe whatever it
me wrong, I'm wrong ...

I am weak, this is my weakness
always listening, always right and my
everything dries ...
all I say yes, but I am not able to fill
never do enough, I always forget
say I'm great, when I see my hand
not reach the exit door I never


case ... my eternal silence
appointing them repeat - I I said -

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