Ulises Vargas’ Collection.

Star. Ulises Vargas  February 14, 2025. I won’t stagger over nothing; won’t stutter for nobody.  Can’t shake me down; Can’t size me up.  Real upper-echelon: your bummy friends  don’t see how we do it here.  Some designer dresses me,  and some god possesses me.  Some girl despises me,  but her friends desire me.  Dazzling ice everywhere;  dancing eyes lost in the sight.  Stylish.  Elegant. Drowning.  Heaven-sent,  and god wept.  Not a man, but a master– making plays like Oscarly actors.  Here in theory,  but I seem off in another galaxy.  Take and they miss.  Make hits like swish.  A life you don’t know;  A life you need.  Come here.  I know you want to.  If you haven’t already,  then you can fall for me now– fall for my stardom.  Wish upon the shooting star,  and maybe I’ll align the night so you may be a star, too.  You used to dream of me,  t...

  To my love, So long; I’ve waited so long to see you again.  It could’ve been anywhere, and it wouldn’t matter  so long as I was with you again: with my heart held close  in my hands hugged around you.  I don’t know where today might lead us,  after restless seasons of loving from afar.  A restless heartbeat, hoping to reconnect with you.  Every moment until now, I realize,  was spent trying to get back to you.  All of these other people–who aren’t you– they make me feel so alone.   It’s been so long that I’ve felt so alone  surrounded by actors, and having to act, too.  My love, I’ve missed you so much.  I lay down, and I can’t help myself  but to hug myself to sleep  because my love isn’t there to comfort me.  Ma chérie, je t’aime très fort.   Mon amour, je t’étrange.  Tu es l’unique pour moi.  Pensé en ti cada día que te falte.  Pensé en morir sin vert...

  Dried Portraits.  Ulises Vargas  January 26, 2026.  Today’s soulmate  is not today’s wife.  Today’s crush  is tomorrow’s filth.  Till disillusionment   do us part.  To that gorgeous muse of min:, I painted you nicely last night— all warm and tender— and I etched the most calligraphic sign.  To that same bitch monster: you wasted my time.  I spent hours lost—  so lost— in your portrait.  So many hours deluded,  believing your beauty epitomous.  So many hours encapsulated  in the enamored picture  sat in the disgraced shadows  of my mind’s gallery.  To that muse subsequent: you are no different.  I am no different.  Pose, and stay still.  This won’t take long.  Shine that smile for me.  That’s it.  Just like that.  You are my everything.  You are my magnum opus.  Aren’t you so pretty?  Are...

An Ape’s Lifecycle.   Ulises Vargas December 26, 2025.  Age. Potent and unavoidable.  With every second, energy is used.  And the body ages.  My blood now is not the same  as my blood as a baby.  So vital once,  when the hourglass had just flipped.  I had a whole life ahead of me,  and all the time in the world to figure it out.  So days passed. I filled the days with fleeting pursuits.  I studied what I wanted, and worked for bosses.  I laid in bed and thought of nothing while doing nothing.  I talked to some people about nothing.  I made a career of some vague passion,  pursuing comfort and wealth.  I ran and I walked and I crawled in my wheel.   I let the time go by, while I did nothing.  I can hardly believe it: that I once stressed  over inconsequential people whom I don’t remember now; playthings and toys, I forget now.  None of that is in front of me  where I am now....