Archive for the ‘Beautiful Poetry’ Category

This inspired on the sea of women out there, specially the ones I’ve met.

The Orange Atmosphere

A pink tone over your skin
Soon to be black and grey
In secret
Eyes seemingly skyward
Until it becomes a fact
For pleasure
Side by side, centered
Bless be the ones who can read
Between the lines
Double meaning
It’s a necessity
Created to cease the itch.

Nobody’s speaking about love
Unrequired to touch that topic
But then again
Whatever words are to describe
The way that you tear up
For a second
The hourglass, up, down
Bless be the ones who crave more
Behind an intention
Natural selection
It’s common sense
An agreement of sorts but…

Not much needs to be said
Eyes clinging onto another’s
Blue, red, purple
An overseeing result
A beautiful attire
Less is more, in this case
Don’t mind the relation
Gender is not required
Animal attraction
Polar magnetic field
It’s meant to be
Hell burns as such, because…

Moving pictures
Another digital sound
Prison of souls
Collected by voyeurs
Touch is better, best
An organic organ item
A deductible disappointment
Pour it up and pour it out
Regrets to be added later
For the time being
Liquid desires
Turning vapor
An endeavor
The heat, the heat, the heat
The door’s open
If willing to get in
Wolves in packs
Hunger comes first
Time to feast.


I took a break from writing poetry in English and I wrote this one in Spanish. No worries, the English translation is after the poem.

Si Tan Solo Pudiera

Cómo quisiera decir algo que te haga pensar que estoy bien
Cómo quisiera decir algo que te haga poder ver todo bien
Si mis palabras tuvieran el poder de cambiar las circunstancias
Creo que te daría mi amor a manos abiertas.

Cómo quisiera acortar las distancia con tan solo mi pensamiento
Cómo quisiera poder robar tu atención y todo tu aliento
Si mis palabras tuvieran la habilidad de poder cambiar las cosas
Creo que te daría el mundo entero, mi bella rosa.

Cómo quisiera que el viento trasladara estas palabras
Cómo quisiera que el tiempo tan solo por un momento se detuviera
Si poder escribir este poema significara salvarte en todo tiempo
Creo que te daría mi alma entera solo por verte sonriendo.

Cómo quisiera que de un brinco poder caer a tu lado
Cómo quisiera de tu ser por siempre estar enamorado
Si poder leerte esta poesía me permitiera robar tu corazón
Creo que te daría mi existencia solo por tener esa ocasión.

Si tan solo pudiera
Sabes que ahora lo haría
Si tú me lo permitieras
Yo mi todo por ti daría.

If Only I Could

How I would like to say something that makes you think I’m fine
How I wish to say something that makes you able to see everything well
If my words had the power to change the circumstances
I think I would give you my love at open hands.

How I would like to shorten the distance with just my thoughts
How I wish I could steal your attention and all your breath
If my words had the ability to change things
I think I would give you the whole world, my beautiful rose.

How I would like for the wind to transport these words
How I wish that time could stop just for a moment
If writing this poem meant saving you at all times
I think I would give you my whole soul just to see you smiling.

How I would like with a jump being able to get by your side
How I wish of your self always be in love
If reading this poetry would let me steal your heart
I think I would give you my existence just for having that chance.

If only I could
You know I would do it now
If you would allow me to
I would give my all just for you.

It has been years since I have written anything like this. Yesterday after almost a decade I wrote this. It’s inspired on the songs I used to write when I was in a band years ago.


Don’t think about the past
Don’t think about the future
Just enjoy the right here, right now
Cause you only live once and pain is sending remote control missiles
So sail away, my dear friend
Set your ship to new horizons
No worries, you’ll eventually find dry land
Yes, one day you will find a place to spear your flag and call your own.

So when did life become so complicated?
The day you decided to read between the lines
How much time in this lifespan have you dedicated?
I think it’s time to let those silly lines blur.

Don’t think about what they’ll say
They will speak no matter what
Just enjoy the chance you’ve been blessed with
Cause every once a while the bite in the ass will be at the corner waiting
So walk away, my dear friend
This war has become a thing of legends
No worries, you’ll find a way right through it
Yes, one day they’ll tell the story about how you overcame every challenge.

So when did life become so convoluted?
The day you decided it wasn’t enough to be satisfied
How much of your breath in passing things you think you’ve wasted?
I think is way past time to feel mystified.

Cut the shackles while the warden is sleeping
You can get far away if you start running now
The lock is unlocked and the gates are wide open
No laws of restriction can bound you down now.

So when did your life become so damn difficult?
The day you decided to raise the stakes and not take them on
How much of your energy you think will be left before you resolve?
I say let the damn fears for the wolves to choke on.

Ryan Lyandree

Rune Spiritualis

To calm this constant hunger, like a newborn baby, crying to be fed
To keep me from the dangers, like a child afraid of the dark spaces
To elevate me from this state, like a sinner on a spiritual awakening
To take me even further, like an explorer lurking for the undiscovered.

Days come in and the moon comes out (Lunae clara)
All I ever wanted is your sweet voice calming down
Days come in and the moon comes out (lunae novae)
All I ever needed is your presence being close around.

To calm this constant anger, (something) to call off the storm
To restore and levitate me, towards the silver rivers and golden roads
To wash off all that’s muddy, (something) to imprint a brand new name
To turn the page for the next chapter, something a lot closer to the end.

Days come in and the moon comes out (Lunae clara)
All I ever dreamt of is staring at your beautiful face
Days come in and the moon comes out (lunae novae)
All I ever hoped for is for the entrance of this new day.

Your light brought me into this world
Reach with your hands and I’m yours
Perfect in its way
You have created your own true form
Transmutation of the self
One with the universe I am reborn.

(Gninnigeb eht ot kcab og-ti rof gnivarc seno eht ot)

Torn Feathers

Gone in your puzzled eyes
Your mind steers astray
Just for the lack of touch
Not only on my flesh
But what’s under it
Silence is a brick wall
Keeping you out
Keeping the pain in
Press on the clothe
We built up this gate
Dividing the home
We once called ours.

Do you think we still have a spark of a chance?
A spark of a chance to save it?
Before it’s too late?
Or is it too late already?

Torn feathers
For all the angels we have killed
The sour feelings
That we can’t make sweet again.

Sand is on the slip
Turning the hourglass
Illusion of the illusory
It was never my intention
To hurt you
With the way I’m hurting
To try to squeeze
The last drop of this scarpered love
Is this cup really empty?
Have we really given up?
I need your touch
To feel like you still feel for me.

Do you think we can save it?
Do you think we still have a spark of a chance?
Before it’s all over
Or was it over long ago?

Torn feathers
For all the angels we’ve mistreated
The darkened feelings
That we can’t make into light again.

So is our future now nothing?
Nothing that can be done to fix this?
Are you done?
With this?
With us?
With me?
Are we doomed?
Never to love or forgive one another ever again?


The Artic State of Revering

I wrote her beautiful
I wrote her really kind
In my pen her words are arsenal
A metaphor for this life to find.

If I scribble she becomes real
As true as when the fingers touch
In my head is a thing I can feel
Cause in reality there’s no thing as such.

So poet, write me a story of love
Of those that never rot and turn
Print those verbs that are suave
One cannot wait for the pages to burn

I wrote her spectacular
I wrote her almost perfect
But when the sense becomes oracular
The contact sways misdirected.

If I stop she disappears from this screen
As soon as my thoughts begin to fray
In my head this can only be a dream
Cause in reality I know that no one would stay.

So poet, write me a verse of life
Of those that never hurt or end
Print those words that are alright
One cannot wait for arguments to defend.

She then died in my heart
But I’ll never give her- her funeral
And right here lie the scar
The kind that’s never really ephemeral.

This is for my soon to be ex-wife. I know she won’t read this, but I have to get it out.

For Everything We Cannot Talk About Anymore

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we spent time together
And all the differences were set aside
And all of our problems didn’t put up a wall.

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we laughed together
And all of our differences were put down
And the problems with each other became obsolete.

It was so beautiful, and it was so nice
It was like we healed and left the past behind
I swear to God I never intended to hurt you
I never intended for us to end up like this

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we were friends again
And all the differences were things of the past
And all our problems were buried deep under.

I dreamt we spoke
I dreamt we had a good time
And everything that made us be away from each other
Was something we were matured enough to deal with.

It was so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes
It was like we forgave one another and left the past behind
I swear to God I never intended to hurt you
I never intended for us to end up like this

Why can’t we talk about it?
How come we end up hurting again?
I wish I had the strength to be a different person
The betterness you seek back then.

No matter how much time passes,
no matter how wide the distance is,
It still hurts like it was yesterday
I cannot forgive myself for how insufficient I was
But now it’s far too late,
we have locked that door
Now there’s no room for repentance, or
For everything we cannot talk about anymore.