Stating Poetry

poetry is the letters
into words combined on paper
words into sentences gathered
in mutual congruence
not that much unanimous
the paper lies
face does not

poetry is affinity
of a word to a thought
consciously imposed from above
regardless of the logic
of the world
to have eyes wide open
make the ends meet

poetry is a sound
from the mind to an ear
into a silent room extracted
joining the unagreeable thoughts
loosing a logical sense
boredom kills emotions

so poetry is an uncombed thought
tantologically not obvious
dressed up in elliptical thought
against the physics transitory like gas
in defiance of chemistry adored by itself

patchy, 18, I, love, him

He smiles at me
So bright today
I want to taste his precious lips
Just one more time
I want to bite them so that he screams
I want him to want me
As much as I want him
I want
Though I know

I'm afraid of tomorow
Don't get disappointed he says
I don't know me that well
To promise you a thing
When I'm alone
I revoke his words
And I feel that

I love him
When he's near
I love to love him fast
I love to watch him burn

I want to scream the world
That it's so kind to me
Though I know what pain is
So there I am
Forgetting that
What is sweet ends so fast