My red ink bleeds...

My red ink bleeds...

A Poem by Edward Vidaurre

silent

I suppose this is where I say

that there was a day
where we both fell in love

I'm not sure
the silence was overwhelming
it just happened

something in us
said we were alone
something serene
like the breeze fine tuning
a wind chime

softly,
alone,
and silent

in silence we filled
each others hearts

the only sound came from
your sighs
and my heart

softly,
in silence
I suppose is how it came to be.

Flower

there's a flower
in my backyard
next to the fence

ants run up
and suck on her sweet mouth

she looks at me and
hates me
hates me for all that I am
and I am not

she causes bags under my eyes
therefore,
I try not to look

she perfumes
my senses
and i run

my eyes

you own them
more than i
you see
what i can't

you see my downfall
you see where i should be
-stepping
i turn into night
ignoring your cries and
warnings

you are more than a vision
in my eyes
you are
my eyes

you see the pain
as i walk in darkness

all i see is you

© 2008 Edward Vidaurre


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Out of the 3 i loved Silent. Not saying that the other two weren't great, but at this moment in time, i relate more to that poem.

Danni J


Posted 15 Years Ago



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Edward Vidaurre
Edward Vidaurre

Edinburg, TX



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Edward Vidaurre, an emerging voice in Latino literature and Beat poetry. His work is forthcoming in The Beatest State in the Union: An Anthology of Beat Texas Writers and in Poetry Of Resistance: An A.. more..

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