Matias Bohorquez C.
He/Him
Life demands creation.
I will never know How could you leave me like that... Now, it is raining * Red snow wets my nose Scarlet drops burn over me
By Matt B.about a month ago in Poets
This poem is an existential cry, echoing the struggles and yearnings of our daily lives. However, beneath this metaphor lies an ode to one of Earth’s most ancient and abundant biological entities. ChatGPT guessed its identity, but can you? The answer is revealed at the end.
By Matt B.9 months ago in Poets
The lights that haunt me And are soon to be followed by silence Are chained inside three mirrors That shine like a bright white star
By Matt B.12 months ago in Poets
The city of lights is the perfect amphitheater. * We are the new generation, a bridge between roadrunners and stargazers. One step signifies our will to lose control over the unknown. Time travelers, as jaguars we wander the concrete jungles.
By Matt B.about a year ago in Poets
There are terrors and frights beyond comprehension There is the torment buried in the depths of the seas The blood-thirsty menace hidden in the dark
I don’t think this is going to work Like always I’m your umbrella Or I’m ignored. Violet skies we paint Except it’s just me
HAIKU. An inspiration For the poem comes just in The poem itself! * EXTENT The inspiration for the poem Is the poem itself!
"And in the blonde wave of weightless light Gilding my path Went her hair pile" (Porfirio Barba-Jacob, The lady of burning hair)
Dream, illusion, fake vision perhaps With spark, urge, and electric drive May memoirs and destiny strike When I dare to walk, my present of glass
Then the devil whispered in my ear: Don’t worry. Today, he’ll live. Tomorrow, he’ll live. For this month, this year, this decade, he will certainly stay alive.
I sometimes wonder If the world can be pictured In just these few words
Words not said Are thoughts not thought You’re the same Though I’ve changed a lot And if something life has taught
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
