poetry – Juan A Archive

The Race

Racing, racing, racing, racing,all the time we’re racing.All of life is passing byand yet we still race time.Racing to the finish linewe say “This time, it’s mine.”yet no one ever cares to seethe track as we pass by,the stands, who heard us cry,the fans, who dread the phrase “Goodbye.”Our fans who helped us standwhen lifeContinue reading “The Race”

Walden

The pines sway back and forth.The post of the swing shades my eyes perfectly,so that the rest of me can bask in warmth. I, myself, swing back and forth,weightless, that sea of thought recedes,eyes shut, staying silent as Hollowell. The wind, through leaves, speak of everything,an omniscient teacher, mentor only to thosewho listen, to thoseContinue reading “Walden”

Black Fog

I’m blind to the black fog within,yet I am entirely enslaved to it. My balance lies in the bright world without,carefully chosen and pruned to perfection,but only to perception. Reality strikes, and I am left frozenby the cold world that housesmy soul, shriveled, unopened.

A man’s world

A boy trying to be a man,to protect, and do everything he can.Never certain, fear grips him.“Is this the way? Who do I turn to?Who do I ask for advice?”Still he tries, to put emotions on ice,to teach, to write, work, and play nice.A boy in a man’s world.Mistakes, misguidance, obstinance, fear. A boy inContinue reading “A man’s world”

Spring

So long I’ve lived in what seems a perpetual winter.No snowy days to gaze upon in delight.No warm fires to keep the Frost at bay.Gray, winter days.I knew one day it would be over,either by freeze or by a sudden spring.One day I looked out in a daze, expecting monotony,but there it was: my spring.JustContinue reading “Spring”

Ace of Hearts

The bedroom door is barred.On one side, a child playing solitaire.A forced, unfazed expression;steady, focused, plays the part.Protection from his ear drum’s rocking,wondering himself, “For what transgression?” On the other, incessant knocking.Screaming voices, feign discretion.Dust is settled, door unbarred.The door creaks open, looking in,a pause for quiet contemplation.Inside: the child playing cards,steady, focused, ready.