Ulises Vargas’ Collection.

Naivety Is Armor. Ulises Vargas September 30, 2025. They know not,  And want not to know  Their little world  Is fragile and sheltered  War has no place  In the garden of butterflies  And the ugly truths  Are their blasphemy  Would not you, too, prefer  To live a beautiful lie  Than to see clearly  And crave blindness?  Ignorance is a fine cope  And, truth be told,  Sometimes I, too,  Want to rip my eyes out

Open Books, All of You. Ulises Vargas  September 30, 2025.  How gravely,  I wish to see others  Without understanding them; To coexist with monsters and lovers, Without knowing them  Not a single person left remains abstract  Pots of poison and honey  Somehow as predictable  As the page’s next line  From the first impression,  Their whole character is dispelled  And every conversation  Feels bland with certainty And I’m morbidly aware 

Dancing With Beautiful Strangers. Ulises Vargas  September 30, 2025.  In one chance sentence,  And a timed glance,  There opens the window  For any two to dance  Anyone’s favor is but a word away  The perfect seducer May sway the perfect victim  And one’s free will Is willingly taken from them  There exists a key to each heart  And tugging the heartstrings  Is a universal start  So take this perfect front,  And lets strangers dance

I'm Still Crushing. Ulises Vargas September 30, 2025.  Love at first sight  And love at the millionth  It is constantly, every day  That I fall in love with you again You know how to woo me  By being yourself, and being mine  In every moment,  I see a more perfect lover  Even in your absence I write these love letters  And fall in love with you evermore

Ignorant Coward; Ignorant Crowd. Ulises Vargas September 30, 2025. Why is it  That everything wrong with me  Is everything right with you? Why is it  That our differences make me a fool  And you are always better? Where is the consciousness  Or self-awareness  To see the world outside  And recognize, to each their own,  There exists other worlds, too? Thy art not holier than thou And the hammering of difference  Isolates the echo  Of a biased coward,  Who’s genius is limited  To themselves: An ignorant crowd

Ghosts Everywhere. Ulises Vargas September 30, 2025.  It’s been years, my friend  Though you’re dead to me now,  I feel your heartbeat within me  And bear the burden  Of having understood you  Your laugh is mine now  I hear your favorite song  And grasp at memories  And though it’s nothing I find,  I bear your burden  I’ll meet others with your air  And as I breathe of them,  I’ll be reminded of you  And feel I’ve met you again  Yet you’re dead to me, my friend

Uncle Tom. Ulises Vargas September 30, 2025. Drink of me, and fill your cup  Breathe of me, and let life  Think of me, and feel love  Fall deeper for the spell of lies Your independence is a false sense  Your rebellion is a privilege  There remains no individual within  Which I have not curated and permitted  Should you dare to reject me,  You risk defecting of yourself  When there is no distinction  Between my marks and your skin 

Coming To Terms. Ulises Vargas September 4, 2025 Fear is a weapon In this war waged on the people Power is taken, not given In this war against the people Knowledge is the enemy When tyranny runs free Action is inevitable Whenever tyranny grows too great To all those paralyzed  I direct this call  To the oppressed choir I preach this call  To the complacent bystanders I cry this call What evidence will it take  What tragedies must kings make  To move your body  And cry this call Open your ears  Then look around you  And say the unspeakable  And to those opposed,  Ball your fists and raise them  Pledge that kings must fall,  And they shall  Find it within you  To cry this call