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The baby itself will define the words contained within his name. Everything else is properly named and defined.
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Andreso in Poetry & Free Verse
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Skylight

There is a crack in the sky

where the light shines throught

it's not yours

it's definitely not mine

but we'd share the shine

because of your cracks

and mine.

There is a hole in the ground

a window

or maybe just a widow of dirt;

there is a hole

in our bodies

revealing the underground

and the dirt

from the underneath.

There is a beacon of time

where wishes come to light

where you can hear the biggest earrings tingle

where life just keeps on living on and on and on and on.

There is a tree which roots are hugs

isn't it nice?

to think about an oak just hugging you a lot?

even if you can't find a body?

What's beneath shall arise

polilaterally

because too much time in darkness

make those fragile limbs

feel light coming from everywhere.

It's cool if you're a Kardashian though

but where I come from

it's not the coin that shines the brightest

it's the wit filled empathy

the strength of will and love

it's not the ripped body

nor the wicked fake smile

where I am it is the fertility in our tears

the hugging oak

and the biggest and childish laughter

that cracked once the sky.

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Something to make the devil smile.
Use this prompt for whatever you can think of. Topic of a story, prose, poem, whatever.
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Andreso
65 reads

Little Susie

She's so sweet for a seven year old,

she wears pretty pink lips

she plays with dolls

she cleans her teeth more than anybody else

her smile is pretty

her eyes are deep blue

she can't say no to old people

she can't be social at school

She dresses like a princess

her smell is always nice

she keeps the knives out of the kitchen

she keeps the blood for herself

well, isn't she pretty?

she didn't cry as a baby

she couldn't speak of her dreams

she wouldn't hug her grandma

she wasn't scared of monsters

she just sung to herself a lullaby

she kept the wings in pieces

she made wigs out of leaves

she grasped and sighed while sighting

she had the murder on her hands

she wears pretty pink lips

she dresses like a princess

she holds death like no one else

she's a genetic fire

she's above human desire

she's got something to make the devil smile

if it was one on one

the devil wouldn't understand

how fire is evolving

if it's his realm, why is so much power

on a little one

she was just a baby

she held very cold creatures

her drawings had no eyes

her hair was golden like

when she told me

my skin turned white

the whisper revolved

around the names

she has very cool features

a little pointy nose

she cleans her teeth more than everybody else

she washes her hands

she smiles while washing dishes

she keeps her head uplifted

she dances by herself

with no joy

well isn't she lovely

her cheeks are child-like chubby

her hands can barely close

while holding knives

I hope she gets

all the world to her hands

my baby killer eyes

just hope she doesn't

picks me for her next little treat.

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Here’s a fun challenge. Write an acrostic stanza. Six words per line, and five lines spelling out ‘SHARK’. That makes 30 words total. The topic of your acrostic stanza can be about anything you can write up, but it must be able to spell out the word ‘SHARK’. The following rhyme of your poem should also be AABBA. I’ll leave a few spaces for a few extra words for any hashtags you wish to include in your write.
Prompt says it all. If you have questions, please don't hesitate to message me and ask. Tag me too!
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Andreso in Micropoetry
35 reads

Since you built your gigantic home

he hasn't got nothing, built none

addressed into blank wheat horse fields

rotten brand new systemic force yields

knot the dream, walls of stone.

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Andreso
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Knot.

It was sense

a retrospective vision

but always looking forward

Inmersive grain like distorted voices

Like the minute before

It found itself climbing

like a tic toc time machine

In form of pulse

It felt growing

Epidemic

It felt based

It felt biased

and aroused

It felt lonely

and it felt harmless

But in the end it was self inflicted.

#knot #latinenglish #flow

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Andreso in Poetry & Free Verse
38 reads

She said everything written reminded her of everyone else except her

she thought every phrase was disrispectful

she thought she was in her way out

she stopped reading.

She said life is full of regrets

I heard, but disagreed

I saw her lips painted in different color scales, but never blue,

as she read out loud phrases out of magazines.

She liked me better drunk, cause alcohol washed away my words,

That's when I always told her how much I like her,

She liked me better when I smiled

but I'm human and we're sometimes sad or angry.

She loved my kisses, but cigarettes made dirt

and only the defeated kiss dirt,

and she's only starting her own battles against monoscopic industries.

I washed away regrets, and write for her about her,

in a singular idea of how love forms in ethereal bounds,

thin air will touch us when we want to,

and strong kisses went soft.

She sang funny melodies about destruction,

I climbed them in imaginary steps,

and atop of her musical mountain I screamed:

"you're the one that I love".

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Andreso in Poetry & Free Verse
51 reads

While the wind shivered,

the moon whispered to me,

the words of twilight touching.

While the cat walked the steady walk,

the eyes in the stars stared,

and the time went by saying goodbye.

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Andreso
45 reads

Curve define

It felt moist at the beginning,

and flare was felted.

Sunday was another morning,

today kept everything away,

but that feeling

that heavy feeling

it felt intense

as the flare glew ´til today.

We were the blackest moon,

the misdemeaning arrows through time,

a crystal ball with snow,

a silent stare from the cave,

a heavy glimpse.

Are we the both as one can be are

Are the same meaning of a flipping coin are we

we are astrologic as we are

and nothing else can do for now.

As long as we can do.

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Andreso in Poetry & Free Verse
57 reads

He had lovely hair. 

.Now he's bald

He had a nice smile. 

Now he's loosing his teeth

His eyes were big and colorful. 

His glasses now covers in sunlight reflection. 

His skin was soft and pure. 

 His flesh is rusting

He had a bright mind. 

Now he's going insane

But a soul so gentle than even death respects. 

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Try this challenge. Write a 30 word short story (any genre), but there's a catch. The first and third sentence must contain 5 words each while the second and fourth sentence must contain 10 words each.
Just as it says in the challenge prompt.
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Andreso in Flash Fiction
59 reads

We met twice two times, 

even if the first was in an obscure blindfolded situation. 

The first time we kissed, 

the second, as we saw ourselves glowing, we obviously fucked. 

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Andreso
83 reads

We were the true one believers of change, 

the change of systemic abuse, 

the use of the levers

the break on decisions

the last ones on Earth. 

We were the true one feeders of dirt, 

the ones who thought the plants could hear

the simplicities between sunrises and cups of coffee. 

We were the true one electronic users, 

the users of new melodies, 

the composers of tomorrow's gatherings, 

the great great parents of feelings, 

the bearded dusty ones. 

So we were one together, 

on a forsaken path, 

and we were one and only,

united, caretakers of life. 

And we took the first example, 

that came in a text book, 

to share to care and care to share, 

that the ones who believed it before, 

were bound to bigger conditions. 

As nothing changes, everything is changing. 

Shape shifters work under the shadows of time. 

They whisper the glass sweat that alcoholic beverages leave on the wood tables. 

Let's walk together again, as the ones who did it, as we did it, before we doubted of change. 

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