Orpheus

Emboldened in cold reflection,
The mind takes its wings,
Lent from the altar of dreams.
Mine, mine, it says
And I am to win.
There is no other.

That dream, I built-mine,
The people left behind, mine,
The forbidden luck emptied, mine,
The time, which kneels for me to plead.

The fake sun crumples, emptied
Of the pride it kept from us.
It becomes real, for once-
A place of sworn, forgotten foothold.

Spanish poetry

I usually don't write poetry in Spanish, but I had to do so for a school assignment. Of course, I know enough Spanish to be able to express myself the best I could, and, since this is another milestone in my hobby as a poet, I thought I should show the world!

Sandia

Memorias vidas
Manchado y agotado,
Dulce y familiar;
Rosa, en mi memoria.

Un vez, pegajoso.
Una fragrancia.
Sonrisa de tiempo
En el sol del verano.

Un vez, fresca,
Sencillo y serenidad.
Como mis días
Como mis noches.

Ahora, no más.
Pero el sabor
De mi niñez,
Nunca me olvido.