The Street Back Home – A Poem

Image ~ September 22, 2017September 22, 2017 ~ Elea Andrea Almazora ~ Leave a comment

I have uncanny memories of lives / I did not live, / of deaths I did not suffer, / of history I / did not make / as I avoid the watchful, / the waiting eyes of raptors / at the creeping / turns of a dying lamp's light / I do not anymore remember / how to truly fight

Millennial Stella – A Poem

September 15, 2017September 15, 2017 ~ Elea Andrea Almazora ~ Leave a comment

My state of mind is odd these days; we live in such interesting times. Thus, this poem.

Make of it what you’ll make of it.

Millennial Stella - Because my parents had to die / for I / I could only think of them as sky / and gas and dust / and last goodbyes / that cling to my insides / that turn to coal, which I ignite / that cling to my outsides, then / catching light / become the planets taking flight / my gravity / my pride

Confliction – A Poem

September 8, 2017September 8, 2017 ~ Elea Andrea Almazora ~ Leave a comment

Been a while, hasn’t it? Trying to ease back into a personal writing habit.

Here’s a little piece I’ve been fiddling with. I hope you guys enjoy it!

My body was formed / for sunshine but / my soul yearns / for starlight / winking through velvet musings / soft-footed steps into thoughts past / ivy curtains / I wonder if / it's a blessing or curse / that I dream of dreaming