Crawling, slipping, scrambling
through this forest of memories
in fierce and frantic searching
for the path I should have taken.
All The Difference
Author: TheNevarez
Fresno, CA // Poet & Photographer
Unfinished
I think of our time together
as a book I could not finish.
For all these questions without answer
(which cannot end a final chapter)
have left my mind with this one wish:
you were still a beautiful stranger.
The Beginning
This bond will break, it cannot bend.
Hold fast- I could not stop
the beginning of our end.
Who is to blame? We both had doubt.
But voiceless fear is an open wound
and silent answers sold us out.
You are not dead to me my dear
– yet if I feel no life with you,
then you’re the death of me I fear.
But I became your every breath!
So could I truly call it living
if I left you to certain death?
Blood is pouring from the suture.
These broken hearts we stitched together
bleed and stain our every future.
Who is to blame? We both knew change.
The children we were died in our arms
– the face in the mirror was strange.
This bond will break, so leave it be.
It was made for a different life,
and from that life we now are free.
Drunk In Jamestown (Or 805 & Djarum Black)
I have no choices begging question
and no regret of either kind.
I knew the end one kiss could destine
for the friendship we left behind.
Years and miles lost to each other,
we soon lost our minds to lust that night.
But morning was painfully sober
as I watched you crawl back to the light.
Curiosity
Our innocence was not stolen.
Our innocence was not lost.
It was the birthright gladly given
to stay hunger at any cost.
What a wretchedness it is to crave
all the fruit you never tasted.
Do you think this hunger you can stave
– was your father’s wisdom wasted?
Gravity
Unconscious gravitation
towards depravity
plagues me with the question:
is immorality
the cause or consequence
of my human nature?
Two Point Eight
Immortality was
an imperfect replication.
It was nothing more than
just a lifeless imitation.
Nothing To You
It was so many years ago
– a life time for one as young as me.
But each day made the wonder grow,
and I will always want to know:
was my love a possibility?
Threnody
Let tomorrow bring for me
a blood red sun’s cloudless break.
For her light I will not see,
– to her light I will not wake.
I care not if chance or fate
– in sorrow have I wandered
and cursed Death for being so late.
This is the night I wanted.
Love and hope were all I knew:
every breath I would revere.
But love passed like morning dew
and hope fell to my worst fear.
Because our love was youthful,
there was nothing Time could do.
But Fate was very watchful,
and no bounds his great arm knew.
Thus for me the night had come
and all the world slept and dreamed.
But my visions then were from
opened eyes it would have seemed.
Through the darkness I held fast
to sanity till the dawn.
Only when I breathe my last
will these bleak visions be gone.
Now in this concluding hour
I exalt your memory.
In this I find the power
to accept eternity.
Let tomorrow bring for me
a blood red sun’s cloudless break.
Death, tonight, will set me free,
then by my love will I wake.
When of my breath I am shorn
and you bear me to the ground,
sing no threnody forlorn!
Utter not a mournful sound.
Bear me not there with weeping
for I would you weep no tear.
Lay me beside my darling,
for my heart has rested here.
(Written in 2013)
I.A.L.
Regret’s most bitter pain
took hold of my sold heart
as I tried to refrain
from freeing this burning spark.
Poetry by Adam Nevarez 