Month: July 2017

snake’s blood

“we’re warriors, we have warrior’s blood.

my father, yours.

we’re fighters.”

he was half-right.

i’m a coward that hides behind

words and whispers.

i am Brutus of Rome.

i am 30 pieces of silver.

i am the kiss.

i am the hiss in the Garden of Eden.

I am Will Hunting,

surrounding himself with

retarded gorillas.

I am cyber bullying

in its early days.

AIM was my weapon.

i am the girl on the ground.

i pushed her down.

i am so small

when i’m confronted in public.

i am the moments right after,

when i feel brave again.

i am 3 punches to the cock

while they held him down.

i am the speeches i wrote

for a church i don’t believe in.

i am the tears that they cried.

i am the hate.

i am the anger that mutes me.

i am the words and the whispers.

he said we’re warriors.

he’s only half-right.

he’ll be remembered,

because people like me

write stories about people like him.

“snake’s blood”

©Steven Cuenca

post-yawn purity

you used to yawn

tears would puddle underneath your eyes

and there wasn’t a single wrinkle of sadness on your face

just a warmth of mock innocence

 

i remember wanting to squeeze the life out of you

absorb your moment of post-yawn purity

and have that warmth burn my chest

 

that’s how i have to think about you

it’s what you are now

“post-yawn purity”

©Steven Cuenca

 

 

Skeleton

hold my hand

break my bones

let them spill all on the ground

 

don’t be scared

i’ll pick them up

it didn’t hurt as much this time

“Skeleton”

©Steven Cuenca