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My poetry anthology. Enjoy!


Florida Project

(based on the movie The Florida Project)

Disney World is a fiction

Mickey Mouse ears hide a long forgotten road too ugly for tomorrow land

We live in a shadowed town 

Everyone blinded by the shimmer of a fantasy castle

Our only fantasy is getting out of here

Billboards for water parks cover up the stretch of pity and poverty

Empty soda cans

Leftover take out in the bathroom sink

Insufficient funds fall to the inexistence of demanded rent 

Donald Duck is here to remind you to look the other way

But know, 

There’s always a wasteland behind a magic kingdom


Fake

If there were angels down below in hell

You’d definitely be the most obscure

But I can see right through compelling spells

And find a heart that’s rotten and impure


A trickster with the great possession of

A mind in which the devil works behind

Grown prone to darkness, stranger to above

It was a difficult task to be kind


You wear a mask precisely everyday

Made full of beautiful invented lies

But underneath you hid yourself away

A horror seeking monster on the rise


You played me like I was some sort of game

One day you will regret what you became


Prelude to the Post-War

Love was lost

To the war


Roosevelt says we are winning

But for the people at home

It feels like we have

Already lost


My love was gone

Somewhere in France

Fighting a fight

That was not his


He was a civilian mere months ago

A clerk at the store downtown

But now his country calls

And he is half way across the world


I miss his presence

In our small apartment home

The sound of his voice

In the morning


I’ve noticed things I’ve

Never before

Like the reality

Of silence


Stuck in a labyrinth lined

With the constant reminder

Of desolation and despair

Never ending, no way out


Sorrow ate away at my heart,

Anguish became my new companion

While I watched misery visit

Every woman I knew


I prayed on Sundays at church

For my love to come back

But God couldn’t

Protect everyone


Love was lost

To the war

Our boys came back

In coffins


San Fran

Today I saw

A parrot in a purple car

Its vibrant kaleidoscope of feathers

Belonged to the jungle

But it makes its home

By a San Francisco pier.

Why do all beautiful things 

Thrive in ugly settings

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