2 Poems

By Chris Aguila 

DOWN MEMORY LANE

From puddles and rain

We walk through the roots

Of your thoughts and my brain

Pondering around questions

Afraid to get the right answer

Thus white lies became our salvation

Hide in plain darkness

Avoiding the madness

To savor the sweetness

Of our untruthful kindness

We hoped for the best

But walk in despair

Holding hands just to be safe

But hurricanes can’t be tamed

With words you believed you meant

Now I’m drenched by the waves

From your blue colored phase

You put distance on my name

Cold hearted men

Now all I see is gray

During the golden hour haze.

SWEETBITTER

Lay in bed with you

Foreplay but it’s nothing new

Even though we only just met

This felt natural and effortless

But I know I won’t come back tonight

There are way better guys you can find

Therefore, theres no hope for us

Even though you actions say otherwise

I love the view of your bed

You naked telling me to stay

Your scent of oranges and cigarettes

A rare smell that I’ll never forget

Before we say our last goodbye

Take my hand, pulling me back,

And kiss me one last time

Because I’m not ready to leave us behind.

About Chris: HERE HE COMES, WITH SAD POEMS AND PETTY WORDS

LOST IN DESPAIR WITH IDEA OF SELF CONFIDENCE

HERE HE RECITES, CAUTIOUSLY ABOUT THE LOVE HE LEFT BEHIND

AND TRIES TO AVOID THE DEEPER BLUES, IN SHALLOW POOLS

WHERE HE LOST HIS MUSE AND DROWNED IN BOOZE

A WRITER AND DESIGNER THAT LEFT HIS SORROWS IN A BOTTLE

READY TO SPILL HIS GUTS IN HOPES THAT SOMEONE HEARS HIS THOUGHTS

LINES THAT DESCRIBE THE AESTHETICS OF HIS WORK OF ART,

BUT DO NOT WORRY, HE IS FINE AND READY TO SPEAK HIS MIND.