Amelia in the dark

      What do you do when life comes crashing
                                      into you
like a sound-machine                 that can’t emit silence?

What do I do when January darkness hits me in mid-November? –Amelia questions the lightless air surrounding her. The lightless bricks that keep arranging themselves in front of her eyes. Those perfectly placed fractals that make her feel that life is upside down. Amelia is transported by a speedless rollercoaster into an augmented reality that keeps projecting dark into her irides   .  .  .    Amelia shakes her head —This, too, shall pass.

The clouds up there    dissolve    into fluttering dust.
With one eye open                       Amelia spins back to silence.

_____Adriana Citlali
IX-XI-MMXVII




Did I?

I remembered you red, crimson red, with blue eyes, dark suit. A glare burnt into forced amnesia. A flare that lingered through the fall. Forbidden faint memories, triggered by the echo of my voice —I don’t need you. You don’t need me.    

I saw you after the storm yesterday. Did you say hello? Did I? Your silver eyes smiled, like a secret sparkle. You changed. Did I?    

Winter blossom, scarlet flower.    
So late.   Oh!   So early.
Will you survive this snow storm?




_____Adriana Citlali
XII-I-MMXVI

Passion under icy rain

Write your emotions!    –I hear.
All I can think of is pizza and ice,
or a kiss  and a hand-shake,
vinegar and wine.

That doesn’t make any sense!

Why can’t I express myself coherently today?
All I imagine is passion under icy rain;
random sequences of vivid/lifeless vibes.
Neon lights blinking incessantly.

I open the glass door.
All I feel is the northern wind mixed
with warm air escaping confinement.
There is turbulence in the contrast.

I enter the balcony.
All I sense is a cold,  misty utopia,
spiraling ’round me, like a lasting hug.
I am tired    –will not fight.

Today,
               I accept,
my emotions are bewildered.




_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-XI-MMXV

Poetry as a vehicle to transport emotions @ dVerse Poets Pub.



I know you left

I had a nightmare last night.
I wanted to be a straight line but kept bending
     into runaway curves
that circle themselves before moving afar.

©2015 Adriana Citlali Ramírez

I know you are leaving.
Did I turn my eyes too fast?
Was I too abstract? –I wonder.
                    Good bye my dear …

I will not sleep tonight.
We do not need each other.
I’m a dash of colour in your dual world;
          lost in the carpet of black
          that covers your light.

I struggle to see your brightness these days.
Though I remember the sparkle
you showed when you held my hand
and touched my lips.
     Will you kiss me again
          with that confused confidence you did then?

   A deadline was reached.
You will walk that straight line.
I will follow my irregular spiral.

We do not need each other.
               Will I kiss you again?

Good bye my stranger…




_____Adriana Citlali
IX-VI-MMXV

Written for

Poetics: Black and White | dVerse.

Outside

  

The lights are off       The music  on

It rains    outside   

         You could not remember
         I deceive
         The air had your smell
         Complicity-perfumed breeze
         I could not care anymore
         Conniving wind
         Extended stillness
         Passion-scented stillness
         You lied

The night is on   

After-rain freshness enters my unreality   

The air has your breeze

You are close

I dream

I lie




_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-X-MMXIV

Tonight I am writing under the influence of beautiful, melancholic music.

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