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Carolina Soler
Carolina Soler has been published in
Rutgers Observer, had her poetry read on the radio and has read at many
local poetry readings. She
has been writing poetry and short stories since she was a child.
Red Features
I see the red features of the sunset dancing on my
face.
Life's destiny unfolding before me.
Past
Future
Intertwining
Moving
Shifting
Like the ocean's current,
Like the sands in the desert.
Before me it is all new but repetitive.
It’s all been done before,
It'll be done again.
Nothing is ever totally new.
Fireworks and cascades.
Splash
Sparkle
Splash.
How old are you really when age is irrelevant?
Crackling fir brought to life
Red features like the sun.
Leave
Don't you understand?
It's all falling apart,
You and me and the world
Traveling faster than light,
Crashing into everything along its path
Blindsided by fear.
The sight of you makes me sick
Cover my eyes but you are in my head.
Don't tell me what to feel, what to believe.
You are nothing to me!
Go, leave me alone.
Get out of my head!
Monster At My Door
In your hands I place my trust,
Do with me what you will.
I no longer have control over me.
I have become a playing piece in your game,
The price to be won is your heart.
But you leave me feeling cold and empty,
With the snow that drifts through the broken glass
On the fifth floor apartment
Where I wait for you.
I am sitting there, on the floor in the middle of the
unfurnished room
In my nightgown
With my loose hair flowing free with the breeze that
enters from the outside.
I sit there, waiting for you to come and rescue me
And take me to a place where the snow never falls
And the trees never loose their leaves.
Wait for you to take me to that enchanted land
Where everything that can possibly be dreamt comes
true.
I wait and wait
But you, my prince, my dream, never come.
I used to believe that you were the one who would
rescue me
From the monsters that pound at my door
But you are the bigger monster
Because you tricked me into believing that you were my
hero
Except that now I see your true self
And it saddens me that I wasted so many years and so
many kisses on you.
It saddens me that things have turned out this way.
I gave you too much credit.
I fell, a victim in your crime
But now I see you for the first time,
Eyes wide open
And I don't like the image that presents itself to me.
I take back the control I gave you
And with it my life.
copyright © Carolina Soler
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