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Who am I?
A girl that has no name,
which hides her tears before the darkness of the sea;
dusty books, lonely places
or a chair without repair
The girl who didn’t know what to answer,
that grew up within and put beauty to suffering;
elusive, distant,
a perfume in desolation
An empty body that will never be mine;
the indecipherable colors of freedom,
a hand-sc...
Tuesday 12th July 2016 12:33 pm
My poetry is ...
Joy, rebellion, forgiveness
life, wisdom, love
Destined winged music that cooed my heart
The cry that fertilized the earth when the sun dawned
Hope, disappointment,
the pain that hurt me in some corner
The line of life, and also the betrayal where one day I’d wake
listening to prayers that my death will announce
Poor dreams of mine...
...
Wednesday 12th December 2012 12:16 am
Not yet...
I didn’t realize when we wore out the new,
the coveted interest for life, the sap in your overdue stories
I never knew when the candor became gloomy knowing your near
and deserted my spirits before your inexplicable indifference,
or when your time was not my time,
and your space became anonymous,
so much that I no longer saw it
I justified your abse...
Friday 14th September 2012 2:06 am
How did it come to be, who allowed it?
How was hope gagged by the morbidity of this false democracy?
How did it come to be?
How is it that petroleum was changed for weapons?
How did it come to be, who allowed it?
It is inevitable to react.
There is in my soul a line that lies between the darkness and pain, poking me, and this condition pushes me to the limit in where I bleed and I fa...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:30 am
It is my silence!
Crowned with thorns a fatal pain strikes me
stirring my feelings of what one day I thought imperishable
My muse cries with me, demanding to know the reason
why your love was no more than cracked nails of bitterness,
my feelings pouring in the harshness of what I’m still living
It seems that you shall persistently drive my heart into darkness
It is my silence ...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:29 am
Do not ask me who I am...
Do not ask me who I am
I can be the living essence of a soft prayer
or a gloomy room of a prose in pain
I can be the cup of spilled soft caress on your skin,
or the calm, a storm or anger
Do not ask me who I am...
I can be the very face of God,
the words of sounding in a heart
or maybe the rushing fantasy that often dies at daybreak
...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:28 am
My alter ego...
The naive girl, cautious and fierce
The one with feline eyes
The one with shadowy corners
The one that battles day to day perceiving the voice of the Messiah
The one that still dreams of parental love that borders on idolatry
The jubilant light of day
The one that writes fantasies in the orphanhood of a sonnet
turning out nostalgic fondness hoping that they tr...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:27 am
I request ...
Tie me to every beat of your heart
Make my hours your hours,
my desires your attention, a pretext,
a reason to think that we will have a beautiful crowning
I request the sea, the earth itself, the sun,
the fusion of our bodies,
the warmth of your kisses
I request... a fragment of tenderness to this love
©Noris Roberts
Friday 3rd August 2012 2:29 am
Chained orgasms are biting my lips
A prisoner in your skin ...
discreetly the night slips between my sheets, in the verses of dawn,
sketching ecstatically the loud kiss that grows in my body,
there where the brilliance becomes eternal
and consciousness of myself in your hands,
I do not know if this is an adventure or a creation of my madness.
Naked ...
I pour out shamelessly the pleasures of the ...
Thursday 7th June 2012 2:12 am
From always ...
Nothing happens, I have no answers
Only the great sadness seems to assist me
Faced with despair, people are losing their identity
The word violence plays its language
Everything is corrupted
Everything looks bad, aging
In the thunder of the night I discover that my brother is my enemy
The only thing real is this sad reality
©Noris Roberts
Wednesday 8th February 2012 1:41 am
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