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Her smile was one that could drive me wild.
She was the promise of Cali air on a second chance dare.
Her rhythm and motions slurred me like a good love potion.
She could have been a dream that walked into my reality.
Her soft touch often panicked my heart into a rush.
She was the morning light after a long night.
Her voice echoed in my head when we rest in bed
But that day she ran away, ‘cause she never wanted to stay,
And I don’t feel much, now that I her gave up.
Once is enough to lose warmth and sing the blues.
Losing Thought
Your memory got
My heart firing shots
Like an ak-47
Anyone caught
In my Iron Sight
Is surely lost
that one night.
Remember that one night?
The one with the guy and the girl
And you sat alone holding that red cup
You watched on the couch
As they held hands, and started kissing
While she kept shooting glances at you
Every time his eyes couldn’t see
Remember that one night?
You saw that one girl with that one guy
The one girl who deserved better
Than that one guy who she just met
He just ran is hands down her course
I bet he remember that dress just fine
But when it comes to the color of her eyes
He’s clueless
Remember that one night?
The one you felt empty inside
And your legs couldn’t stand
You could have been better
Then that one guy with that one girl
But you sat still, drinking from that red cup
Watching her lose her faith
Sunstruck
The day the sun came, the people rejoiced.
They celebrated their coming out of darkness.
As the sun’s light crawled by,
The people didn’t notice the retreat of their joy.
The shadows gained back its ground,
Soon the air lost it new warmth
and the sounds chilled to silence.
As just as quickly as she came, the sun set.
By Mitchel Duran
Parkside, thoughts:
Days pass me by,
waiting on the bench that has grown
to the shape of weight.
The park’s grass
is the greenest I have seen
in a long while.
The fence keeps out
all of the crooks that would desecrate
this small paradise.
The birds come
at the same time everyday anticipating
my first throw
i don’t feed them
for charity,
but to kill my forlorn eternity.
Everyday that transpires
is another day the weather chills my body.
The gate locks
at the same time every night;
I stand and withdrawl
at the same time every night
wanting to leave my Ring of Shame.
BY: Mitchel Duran
A Handsome Hello
My eyes are addicted to her, scanning her from head to toes, watching her beauty drip off of her but never drying. She was the quench for their thirst. They told my brain out of impulse- a temptation they couldn’t contain. My brain listened well and heard their lovely vision. He started to picture “the girl my eyes did see, but that is all he could have from my eyes- a picture. He wanted more; he felt the need to hear with her for himself. So he hired my ears and mouth for his query. The ears had no problem for they were professionals, tracking much of her words, but when it came to my mouth, his voice was lost… stumbling and stalling over easy words. He split his conversation- half with her and half with the brain- because her proximity paralysed him. His lips quivered from the words he spilled, however, she didn’t mind at all…. They conversed for minutes that grew to hours. Slowly my head grew its confidence and my mouths voice came too. All the commotion made vibrations down my spine- waking up the rest of my body (aside from the child)… now secretly listening to all the banter. The words she spoke were eavesdropped and gossiped up and down my vertebra, ‘til my whole soul knew of her. ”The girl my eyes did see”, this led me to lose control of my body to the thought and presence of you- a riot ensued. Violent arguing bounced to and fro my skin and bones, questioning whether this all was a hoax, from the brain and his gang. Like a gavel on its plot, the brain silenced everyone, but woke the sleeping heart, by telling the story from cover to cover. My heart listened to everything, and absorbed this myth like a young child does- melting from the possibility that this mere story could all be true… that this romantic fiction could exist in such stature. He hoped that “this girl the eye’s did see,” was waiting right outside my chest.
And I… I can feel him knocking, knocking- like a horse’s gallop in my chest… waiting for her heart to answer, a sync from the other side- that small connection that makes fiction turn to fact, a handsome hello.
By: Mitchel Duran
Nature’s beckoning
I saw the wind at last,
she move the trees aside for me.
the dirt and gravel whipped up
into walls guiding me as she pushed
me down this archaic path new to me
off the street unto a grove
away from lamplight sight
the earth shook and gave in
my footprints lay in soft dirt
as I stood upon the feet of the conductor
his branches reached across his plot
directing the nature around
silence ensued for seconds
as he drew back with a light motion
I watched as the show began.
By Mitchel Duran
Spiderwebs
like an arachnid trickling down my spine.
dancing back and forth, to and fro.
dedicated to making her spidery lines.
tracing all my hidden bones.
i feel the barbed feet prick and pluck.
out of these perforations my blood runs amuck.
saturating her luxuriant entanglement.
despite my plea for her to leave,
she remained ever so intransigent.
i was her Elysian meal,
from her gorging i feared i would never heal.
drinking for slosh in my red wine,
on the verge of being surfeit and naive.
i withered and waned from sight
from her, alone, malice bites.
By Mitchel Duran
The Sandman
The moon retired before the morning came
Wind crept around the dark streets
Looking for prey to chill
Streetlights flicker and die
Smoke from chimneys rose from houses
The world lay asleep aside from one little boy
Afraid of the darkness and
That which creeps inside
His eyes were the only protrusion in his cover
He believe he was safe in his vault
But his credence disagreed with fate and his casket.
The night light shining the only life
In the room gleaming in his eyes
A pulse of violet signaled the bulbs last lumination
Darkness sprawled the floor, walls and ceiling
Ingrained in its new dwelling
The covers pulled closed, no eyes to outside now
He waited, in silence, hoping the evil to leave
Creaking open, the door let in a heavy step
Labored breathing, rasping, fed of the dark
Deeping until the sound was overbearing
It walked from entry to the foot of the bed
The dead breathe turn to shrill whispers
And the kids body drew cold
His heart strained to keep
The covers seem to constrict
Almost exerting a new pressure
Pushing down, like it had a strength of its own
Abruptly the sheets bound the boy’s hands
And the covers clasped his feet fast
Beneath his body the bed gave way
Sinking in his mattress like quicksand
The boy screamed, but no one came
The man spoke like a voice in the child’s head
“The sleeping are under my spell; I came for you,
Boy, who is restless, awake, and conscious.”
He turned and fell to sand on the floor
The window broke from a sudden gust
And a howling gale picked up the mans remains
Throwing it over the kid’s indenture
Muffled shrieks hollow from inside, beneath… grew distant
Consumed breathing and thinking
As the sand became the fabric of the bed
The nightlight blinked back from death
The covers lay on the floor
The sheets tangled within the comforter
The bed untouched
Inside silent.
By Mitchel Duran
SunStruck
The day the sun came, the people rejoiced.
They celebrated their coming out of darkness.
As the sun’s light crawled by,
The people didn’t notice the retreat of their joy.
The shadows gained back its ground,
Soon the air lost it new warmth
and the sounds chilled to silence.
As just as quickly as she came, the sun set.
By Mitchel Duran
(Source: julianasantoro, via pleaseilluminateme)
Winter Wolves By Mitchel Duran 2011
inside the timber, in the season of chill
the bone drying cold attracts the rapacious
dark night’s shadows, apparitions of wraith
hidden eyes of specters watching
smother and palisade the environment
whispering that stains the mind’s corners, voyeurs
lucent irides of indefinite beasts crawling over soul’s skins
waiting in balance for the moment of vivid mutilation
teeth drunk in flesh and blood, in soma and life
the black canines’ esoteric feast, pregnating with sin
down the spine, breath paralyzes, a chill to freeze
immobilized heart, ruthlessly torn apart
jaws of thorn tear gore into the Aire
the town’s bell and siren reverberating through woods
racing over the echoes of shrieks to the plains
“La malédiction de la lune, le loup-garou, est ici.”
alerting the denizens of the area
redeeming the next victim of this sin
“Une nouvelle personne se tourne vers la vie de péché,
perdu dans la lune”
“Ils te suivent. Ils me suivent.”
“Personne ne quitte ces bois.”
happy new year.
