Jonathan Banuelos Poems

Children of Chaos
It takes only one moment to be oppressed
But it takes a lifetime to forget
The feeling is of pure hate condensed
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I see a tree giving shade to a tin can mountain
People surround an endless dry fountain
The helicopter above searches for a lost puppy
But it was all a dream
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Have you ever heard the story of the angel who fell?
The angel who loved and didn’t let go
Even though she knew that her partner would die someday
The luckiest man knew he had a treasure
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She stood silent against the black emptiness
Shining was her weapon to impress
Far from any other star’s reach
Come to me was her beseech
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I wake up, the air is brisk
You’re gone but the marks remain on my back
Images of you relapse in my mind
The cold water cleanses my soul
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Extra sensory is obscene
From deep in me it grows
Absorbs whatever I can throw
It’s alive in me
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Look into my eyes, do you see my soul
Or do you see a black hole
Do you see the truth
Or do you see your reflection
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You transform into a simple plant
Your roots suck away at my life
Next to you the others fight for your shade
Your ugly leaves are humbled by the roses
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Sun
Your fire burns at my soul
Stuck in you never ending hall
But sometimes it’s your heat that keeps me awake
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