When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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



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.

               I accept,
my emotions are bewildered.

_____Adriana Citlali

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

©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

Written for

Poetics: Black and White | dVerse.




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

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

OpenLinkNight at dVerse


Mystery of expansion

Her eyes are absence.
They live in the back of her head
seeking something hidden
and the inconsistency of understanding a simple, yet incomplete, equation.

The neurons are moving briskly,
running away like dots in an  expanding  balloon.
Her eyes seek independent paths;
they get confused while selecting the domain that should be followed.

Everything is changing with pulses accelerating the beat of life.
One eye collapses right after a rainbow-colored explosion becomes attractive.
The other is rapt by dark energy and travels away faster than white rays.

_____Adriana Citlali


Sci-Fi poetry written for Poetics | dVerse.