abstraction.
abstraction
a beautiful obscurement
of something all too real
ulises vargas
february 15, 2026.
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Nacido Por Nada.
Ulises Vargas
October 8, 2025.
¿Dónde me tienen encarcelado?
Porque estoy aquí,
¿Sin ningún lugar
Para ser feliz?
Todo se ve novel,
Pero todos modos
Quiero salir
A encontrar a esa cosa
Que me puede encantar
Mis papás
Son nada no mas
Nací sin ser contento
Y cada día me recuerda
Que estoy solo
Siempre
Quiero salir,
Pero nadie me entretiene;
Ni me hacen caso
Cuando lloro
Entonces, pa’que lo hago
Ya se
Que quiero morir
Y que nada aquí
Me podría hacer feliz
Pero no se a las palabras
Para decir
Que me saquen de aquí
Porfa
Porfa
Porfa
Merced
Propiedad de Gobierno.
Ulises Vargas
October 8, 2025.
Hace años
Y sigo aqui,
El mismo que ayer;
Lo mismo de mañana
Tengo escuela,
Y luego voy pa la casa
Y, si puedo,
Me duermo
Para repetirlo
Otra vez mas
Voy aprendiendo
Mis académicos
Y es todo
Nunca me han querido
Los amigos que no tengo
La comida
No me gusta
El tele
Me entretiene
Todo el día;
Toda la noche
Y el gobierno
Tomó a mi mami
No se
A donde se fue
Pero ya no se ve
Mi pa tampoco:
El se fue con ella
Y siempre trabaja
Para la casa;
La comida;
Solo unas monedas
Mi hermano
Me cuida,
Lo mas que puede
Y yo
Sigo aquí,
Bloqueando le al dolor
De no ver a mi mami
¿Donde se fue?
¿Porque la llevaron
A mi mami?
No quiero despiértame
Si, el próximo día,
Sigo aquí
Mami
Te extraño
Me fui contigo,
Mami
Your Tears Are Pretty.
Ulises Vargas
October 8, 2025.
From your eyes,
Down your cheeks,
And onto my lips,
I see you’re dying
What a pretty little thing
Tell me
About your abuse
Show me
Deep scars,
Fresh and old
I’m here for you,
Just until I leave;
Until I’m bored of you
I’ll kiss your cuts
As if I care,
But you know
Deep down
That I pretend
All your love
And affection
Is mine for the taking
I’m not sure
What you see in me
But it’s crazy
How delusional
A hug can make you
Your father
Was never really there
He left you rife
With despair
But I am not him:
I am worse
I could never love you;
Only claim to care for you
I don’t know
Everyone else
So mastering you
Is my specialty
I’ll rub your back,
Just like he used to;
Whisper melodies,
Like you dream of hearing
Be present, with me
Forget the world:
It’s all me
How pretty,
Your tears shed
How tightly,
You grip me
Let it all out,
Then let me in
I’ll seem perfect
Until I’m bored of you
Or just until
You cry again
Then, I’ll fuck you
Fuck you
Snorts Like Slashes.
Ulises Vargas
October 8, 2025.
Why bother
With the bore
Of dreary days
Or poor souls
I’ve heard tell:
That lack of purpose
Has a cure
The meaning of life
Lies right here:
In my nose,
Then in my blood
Take the void
And fill it with noise;
Make the hole,
Feel full of joy
I didn’t know love
Could cost so little
I don’t need people
To be happy
I just need money
And for everyone
To lay off of me
You’re intruding
On my me-time
Limbo
Why can’t I just be normal
And smile along,
Just like the other kids?
Why’d it take substances
To fake it;
To finally get it?
Sure, I use,
But I’m happier than ever
And I’ll take
Any opportunity
To make my existence
Feel any more believable
I know now:
True friends and family
Lie at the end
Of a dollar bill
Leave me alone
With my own party
I don’t need your pity
Or the problems you bring
I’ve never felt so understood
As I do now,
Nor so awakened
To the frivolous things
I droned through
I wasn’t myself
Until we met;
Until I forced
Some sense of personality
Out of this limp body
Bring me life
And don’t ever, ever
Leave me
But even withdrawal
Is preferable
To the silent dreading
Let me love
The harm
In every dose
Sugalicious.
Ulises Vargas
October 8, 2025.
Susceptible followers
Malleable dimwits
Drones to be controlled
Fans, all of them
See my smile;
Goggle at my style
Tell God
That you wish you were me
It’s too easy;
Don’t tire yourself
Seeking flaws
In my vogue
Feel the struggle
Of coexisting
Against my shine
Every word
Is poetic
Each move
Is designed
To make you jealous
I never leave the stage:
I only lend it
When they all scream,
You’ll hear my name:
Sugalicious
My character
Is purposely ethereal;
Is who makes a celebrity
Among nobodies
I don’t follow
Your norms
Or any inkling
You may have of me
Dance the border
Between mortal,
And reality;
Balance the favor
Of pitiful rats
With passive eyes;
We all will watch
As they follow like puppies
Know that
Your life starts
And stops
With my presence
Worthless, puny
Inferior
When you hear my steps,
Bow
Then take your slaps
And thank me
Make yourself
In my image
There is no you, or us:
Only Sugalicious
Brilliant Flames.
Ulises Vargas
October 8, 2025.
Well,
It all boiled down
To this
Where do I begin,
With nothing left?
I never meant
To get caught
Or to let karma
Catch up
Those stolen moments
Seemed worthwhile
For a time
I think I hoped
To die
Before accepting my place
In the boring, numb reality
Yet,
Here I am;
At the crash
At the end of it all
Nobody
Stayed all the way
On my bed,
I lay doped-up
On despair
My whole future
Is gone
Everything I built
Has fallen
And the one to blame
Is too busy,
Lost in himself
Kill me
Make it stop
I just want it to stop
When did the voices
Get so loud?
They taunt my existence
Shut them up
I can’t stand it
It was all my doing
And I know the solution
Silence, now
Sleep is here
To make it all better
Hush, baby bird
I will smother you
The Insecure Taint and Demand Love.
Ulises Vargas
October 25, 2025.
Give up your life to share it with another
Only to end up lesser than before
Romantic unions between two people
Is the worst deal for those intertwined
No longer is any day sovereign
Wanting to be alone, or individual,
Is a rejection of the insecure partner
Refusing to sacrifice is interpreted strongly:
Selfish, lying, manipulative for not giving in;
For not giving all in spite of yourself
Smiling at someone else seals your fate:
Cheating scum; community mouth
You fail by acknowledging others,
In the eyes of the unloved and insecure
Yet, no amount of validation
Could negate a million thoughts of inadequacy
You had a past; you existed before meeting them,
And that works infinitely against you
Where have those lips been?
Why aren’t you a virgin?
Why might they still cross your mind?
Do you think of going back to them?
They fear you miss someone who’s not them
Of course, these are double-standards:
They can have all the friends they want;
Forget about you all day until they need something;
Endlessly criticize and secretly hate you
Responsibility is discriminatory and one-sided
They like a genre, so you love it, too
They hate someone, so you despise them, too
They like to kiss, so you kiss them all over
They want sex, so you try to please them
You will never be what they want,
Or else you are no longer you
Any amount of protest is uncalled for and cruel
They say they love you, so why do you think otherwise?
What have they ever done wrong to hurt you?
When were they ever problematic?
Damn you, and take responsibility for once
Damn you, and stop asking for so much
Aren’t you needy for caring about yourself?
They could care less about you,
Especially if you speak up, brat
They love to hate you
You hate to love them
Quite the predicament
There’s no winning with them, without losing yourself
In the rare moments in which each of you agree,
The deal feels mutual and profitable
Those moments cloud your judgment, whence they fade
You loved who they were, and confuse that for who they are
You loved someone who is gone
You miss those glimpses of a beautiful lover
Every moment then-on is spent in cycles of grief,
Missing those glimpses and seeking them out once more
The tragedy comes if you catch another glimpse of false hope
To chase endlessly, renewed in vigor, without ever finding them again
Your lover knows how to keep you tangled
Your lover is abusive
Your lover is dead
Sooner or later, someone has enough and you separate
Their memory defines and taints future prospects
They have hardened your heart to be more like them
They formed your idea of love
Then, when you find someone new,
The cycle repeats, though the roles are redefined
Will you abuse or be abused?
Will you love or hate?
Will you be an individual, or a servant?
Will you ever learn your lesson?
Poor, poor puppy
You think bites are kisses
You think kisses are bites
Hopeless
Hopeless romantic
You Are My Toy.
Ulises Vargas
October 8, 2025.
I see
Everything
On your mask
And under your skin
I hear the pain
With desperation
In your poorly veiled cries
Nothing but a character,
Unwrapped with words;
Fragile to the touch
You can’t hide
I see you
No one,
Like me,
Has ever loved you
So obviously
Or understood you
So easily
It’s true,
It has to be
I’m your ticket
To happiness
All your dreams
Lay in my hands
There is no God
Greater than me
I could nurse you,
The real person
Or I could break you,
The fun toy
Either way,
There is no forgetting me
And the damage I bring
You could’ve died
Of your own accord,
If not for me
Ever being in your life
I hope;
I know you’ll miss me
Go on,
Entertain me
By drawing blood
In memory of yours truly
Stay miserable,
With or without me:
But your life
Is not yours
What a gullible thing;
Who could ever
Play my character
And not break you?
There is no person
In that body of yours:
Only an instrument
Of muscles,
Trauma,
And heartstrings
Sing for me,
My puppet;
Entertain me:
You are my toy
Please me in your cage.
Ulises Vargas
October 23, 2025.
Dance, doll
Dance to please your god
Be the slut you once swore off
Do what you once thought unthinkable
Be my good girl
Fear my fist but crave my touch
Do what you know I like
Do what my hands have conditioned in you
Dance for me, animal
Hope that your dancing will win me over
To touch your fragile body and excite you
Rather than tempt yet another beating
I am your god, and you serve me
Slave to satisfy me
Reject everyone; everything, to satisfy me
Do my bidding; anything to satisfy me
Learn to read my demands before I speak
Dumb doll; you are mine
There is no you but property
Others might think that they can change you
But they are not me, and I am constant
They cannot decide for you to be independent
Unless you come to believe that you can escape
Until then, I will wither your will,
Beating every drop of self out of you
Silly, silly doll
I make you move
Until you come alive, into free agency
You need me for you to live as is
You need my constant control
Otherwise, who else will control you?
You are too weak to go off on your own
And, should you try,
I will beat you again whenever you come back
Incendiary Soulmates.
Ulises Vargas
December 23, 2025.
Times change,
and time flies.
I couldn’t change,
only tell lies.
Fires tied us
by the throats.
Meanwhile,
I grew worse.
We had to breakup.
Then, fire burns out—mostly.
You bore the burden,
being my wife.
I may never apologize,
and always stop you
from ever moving on.
I hope you’ll remember me
like I remember you.
So I’ll seek evidence
by retraumatizing you.
So long as you still mean something to me,
then I better still mean something to you.
I can’t be the only one suffering;
You will join me, too.
I’m dying in a world without you.
I have, I am, and I will.
Join me, sweetheart.
You’re a cruel bitch now.
Die here with me, sweetheart,
because its either our fires both burn all out
or we burn bright together.
But living as embers
won’t do for me;
no—never, honey.
We were—and are still—
lovers.
We share, and burn bright,
this love of ours.
Your world is none without me, baby.
Whether we’re both alive or if we’re both dead,
we burn together;
in hot smoke,
or in cold ashes.
You shaped me, sugar;
showed me something different.
You meant meant something to me,
so I better still mean something to you.
Join me, sweetheart;
Die here with me, sweetheart:
whether in hot smoke,
or in cold ashes.
the point.
Ulises Vargas
October 11, 2025.
I wake up,
Move around for some hours,
Then fall asleep
It’s been like this
Since forever;
Since I could remember,
As a child,
And, I think,
As a baby
I wake up,
Move around,
Then fall asleep
Only a margin of error
Marks the difference
Between yesterday,
Today,
And tomorrow
Sometimes, there’s an upset,
Or an excite,
Or it can be both
Those times are the most life
I want to live for those times
Instead, I end up living
For the same thing
All day
Everyday
I wake,
Move around,
Then sleep
Some people
Make the day go by faster
Some others
Slow the sun down
But those who can do both
Make the day theirs
I like those people
They’re fun
But, I like everyone
At some point
Yesterday,
Today,
And/or tomorrow
I’ll find someone
Who fulfills or manipulates
The mood of the moment,
Depending on the marginal error
I seek, or feel, that second
And then,
I wake,
Move around,
Sleep
I’ll try to fill the seconds
With something;
Something, at least,
To fulfill, or manipulate
Small and short activities
Keep the mind busy;
Occupied with anything
Anything at all
I like to think
There’s a purpose to it all;
That, at the end of the day,
I’ve made something worthwhile
But, instead, everyday,
I only realize
That all I’ve made
Is a day
I wake,
Move,
Sleep
And when I stop,
For just a moment,
I might question
The meaning of it all
Those are dark days
Doesn’t my life
Depend on others
Who depend on me?
Is life a closed-loop
Of activity?
Of ailments and aid?
Of production and consumption?
Of living for others,
And of others living for me?
Where do I fit in
If everything is so subjective
And all purpose
Is hopelessly arbitrary?
As a cog in society,
I feel the constant agony
Of being a part of the churning
But I’m not the only one stuck
In frivolity;
In trying to adventure;
In finding fruitless escapes;
In only trying to make
The journey any less pointless
Wake,
Move,
Sleep
Hope not to notice
The ticking hand of time
As another day comes closer
And you realize
Today was a waste
Hope someone else
Swoops in
To give the day color
But, they never come
Or, they never stay
And, at the end of it all,
You’re still stuck with yourself
And nothing has changed
From yesterday;
Today;
Tomorrow
It’s all the same
Wake;
Move;
Sleep
Even being unconscious
Is as good as the opposite
None of it matters;
None of it makes a difference
Time passes either way
But this apish brain continues
Imprisoning something inside
Something…
Someone?
wake;
move;
sleep
it all stops running
at some point
existence ceases to exist
time no longer drags
it all led up to this point
this point was the point
too late now to realize
if only one knew in life
in existence
in the pointlessness before the point
sleep;
sleep;
sleep
A pity, and dreadfully stubborn.
Ulises Vargas
November 27, 2025.
Is there a set number of experiences which one person can live in a lifetime—
a universal and set holding of experiences for everyone?
No, of course not. Some people experience more than others:
they take life as a challenge to play, explore, and discover.
Then, there’s some people with age, but without appropriate experience.
Experience is not equal; not every lifetime lives as much life:
One person’s two months of experiences, development, and activity
is another’s three days full of adventure.
How pitiful, those who live once a week and not at all.
How pitiful, when they become envious of the ambitious superstar,
wishing that they could trade lives.
How pitiful, when they die and leave behind only a short memoir
at a lone and quiet funeral.
Yet, still more pitiful,
is how they chose to live that way
and then died that way.
Was this the best that they could do?
Since the beginning, had they no chance to live—
to live like a superstar?
No, of course not. They had choices to make.
They had opportunities to try—try anything at all.
They left the ambition to others, as if hypothesizing themselves
that any experiment—whatever novelty it be—
is too gruesome, too impossible, and too fruitless.
They were no fun.
They wasted their opportunities,
and didn’t bother making more for themselves.
Grieve their shelled existence
with little to no words,
except that their whole story
is a cautionary tale against caution.
To your knees, pony.
Ulises Vargas
November 30, 2025.
Where’s the limit, whence I should let go of the throttle?
The speed is thrilling.
The acceleration is exciting.
I don’t want this ride to end.
If I start to let go, then tomorrow won’t be as fast as possible.
If I fully let go, then the thrill drops and the climax is defined.
It’s downhill from there.
I’ll keep pushing the throttle, enough to maintain but gain speed.
I don’t want this ride to end.
The acceleration is exciting.
The speed is thrilling.
The drive is intoxicating
and I’m in command.
There could be a cliff ahead,
but never close enough to discourage me.
Keep it up, pony.
Don’t let up not one bit.
This is my playtime, pony.
Don’t let up not one bit.
Don’t bite back or kick me off.
This is my playtime, pony.
Keep it up, pony.
Did I say stop?
Your legs are crumbling?
Keep on, little ecstasy.
I say when we stop.
I say when we’re done.
I say my last words
when my pony is dead.
I say when we stop;
This is is my playtime, pony:
Keep it up, pony.
Corazón de nutrir.
Ulises Vargas
21 de diciembre de 2025.
Sola una mujer
tiene el mejore corazon,
y también es la mamá más fuerte
como sus abuelas nunca fueron.
Quiere lo mejor pa todos,
y por eso ella aguanta la tormenta.
Sabe d’amar.
Sabe a su familia.
De buena corazon,
ya asi yo tambien trato
de querer lo mejor pa todos.
Es mi ma
la que tiene el corazón puro.
Es mi ma
la más fuerte en la tormenta.
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,
then dreamed when you met me.
Wouldn't you like
to live in a dream, too?
Come here.
I know you want to.
Bite the apple.
Savor its thirsted sweetness.
A star.
More gracious than it all.
Not even galaxies apart
would your light ever
shine brighter than mine.
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 mine,
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?
Aren’t you so easy?
Well, that’s that.
Wasn’t that fun?
I think I loved you—
I think.
No more need be said.
Get out.
Mujer del momento.
Ulises Vargas
22 de diciembre de 2025.
Debo de dejarte
o al menos decirte la verdad
de que tengo múltiples mujeres
y que no te voy a dar
el mundo de imagen;
no esa casa, ni tampoco la vida casada.
Mejor en tus suenos
nos arreglamos eternos.
Destraeado.
Ojos mirándole al otro lado.
Te destrato.
Luchas conmigo
pero nada va a resultar.
Madrazo.
Preguntaste si te amo,
y no sé cómo responder.
Mujer del momento,
hazme reír.
Memorias de mientos,
hazme feliz.
Mujer d’eterno,
ojalá que te encuentro.
This Love Is Scary and Unfamiliar.
Ulises Vargas
October 2, 2025.
If there’s one repellent I’ve found most effective
It’d be the terrible “L” word and flowers
When someone else loving yourself
Must be insane
To love that which you yourself do not love
Is this not what you wanted?
Have you not chased an unconditional love
Down the dirty alleys and in a broken home
Hoping to find this love
That is peaceful and pure?
Was my heart too heavy
For you to hold;
My embrace, too comforting
For you to trust?
Run, run away
I can’t make you stay
Because I won’t abuse you
No matter how badly you want me to
I love you, but you’re not healthy
One day, you’ll escape the delusions
And recognize true love
Or maybe the next will hit you
And their fist won’t be as scary
As the “L” word and flowers
Give Me Your Blessing To Leave You.
Ulises Vargas
November 2, 2025.
Never, has someone been so right for me
Yet, never, could we work out romantically
No one approves of us together
Not one person knows how we feel for another
Nothing is in our favor, except for each other
And what good is that?
Mountains won’t move for us;
People won’t change to accept us;
Thinking of you just isn’t enough
I can’t love an imaginary lover as a spouse
Those things I dream of are but dreams
I’ve forgotten the feel of your lips:
I don’t know if I want to forget, or not;
To resign and fold, or to believe in fantasies
I love you, and I might never stop
Neither choice is easy to make
Please, make it easy for us
Please, don’t fight too much
Give me your blessing to leave you
Please, my love, I know how badly it hurts
Please, my love, don’t remind me of what I’m asking
Give me your blessing to leave you
I don’t want it to end like this,
Though I see no other option
I wanted to die alongside you,
Not solely with the thought of you;
Though, tell me, my love:
How realistic is it that we’d make it all that way?
How real are our fantasies, versus hard lines?
I can’t hold your hand, because I know I’ll miss it
I won’t look you in the eye, because my love will miss me
I’ll never forget the times we shared together
I won’t get more attached to a doomed love
I can’t let myself fall deeper for a cruel dream
I still love you, and I wish it wasn’t so
Darling, this is against my will
Please, make it easy for us
Give me your blessing to leave you
Mi preciosa, ¿cómo decirte?
Ulises Vargas
26 de noviembre de 2025.
Bebe, es complicado desnudar
las máquinas de la obsesión
que ni los poemas escriben bien;
la imagen de ti jalándome de la mano
a destino, a feliz, al cielo,
que me trae ahí mismo en sus brazos.
El problema es que tanto la quiero.
No puedo andar sin ella.
No puedo ser el mejor si se va.
No puedo seguir sin su mano jalándome.
No corre el corazón sin sentirle a ella.
Ojalá que son ciertos y santos,
su amor y su mano.
Ojalá que me libren del mal,
su amor y su mano.
¿Cómo le puedo dar el mundo
si ella es el mundo mismo?
Ojalá que yo sea su mundo también.
Nadie puede entender
lo que siento por ti.
Nadie sabe el amor
como tú y yo.
Mi preciosa, eres todo.
Mi preciosa, mereces todo.
Mi preciosa, te quiero.
Two Made One.
Ulises Vargas
October 16, 2025.
Within my one
Has spanned many lifetimes,
Of which many were wasted:
Those void of a perfectly imperfect beauty;
A strongly fragile and fragily strong will;
Victoriously manic, then dreadfully dysphoric;
Loving of everything through understanding of it all;
Accepting of me for all flaws,
Being generous enough to share of herself
She and the world are mutually whole
She and I give and take all
To reap the fruits of good and bad
As two souls made one,
Hands held, traversing heaven on Earth
Perfectly imperfect, and extravagant in appreciation
For the fractals of niches where we collide
Amidst the backdrop of a wondrous limbo,
Who places responsibility in us beholders
To make the most of it all
But how strenuously burdens the task
Alone, without a mate to sing in chorus
Or with which to shift realities and once personal weights
Compatible consciousnesses, rich with constructive differences
While fraught with common identities,
Form two parts of the triangle
Where self meets the physical
And self links with the perfectly imperfect mate
Many lifetimes, indeed, which I searched for her,
Waving hope then submission,
As misfits fell in, only to break out of, my triangle,
Such that, whenever I encountered her,
I was traumatized from everyone who conned her place
Until we embraced in that fateful, mutual bond
To fulfill all which had been taken from us;
To bear burdens as one;
To cheer and cry; laugh and scream;
Push and pull; push, push; pull, pull,
All with the force of two made one;
Joined harmonious and discord at once
Not one note sang right
Without her at side and in mind;
Many lifetimes, indeed, dragged ugly and empty
Without her at side and in mind
Giddy with ecstasy, the thought and realization of her
Dumbfoundedly enamoured at every image and glimpse of her
Lightning courses my veins at the slightest touch of her
She is near, says my body, pretend no longer
Drop everything: there is only here and now
Hold her dearly, then kiss her all over
Let no beast creep, prowl, or pounce on her
She is a feast of warmth like no other walking corpse
She is all there is, and yet the scene glimmers with her
She is more than everything, but isn’t it all more vivid with her?
Run, idiot; run, to meet her once more
Nothing could be more right than to feel her
As two made one
Anxiety captures the moment void of her,
Consequently robbing all peace which only she treats
Without her, there is no me
I fear I am imperfect,
Without her, there is no me
Yet, she sees, perhaps more clearly, that there does lie a love within
We are perfectly imperfect
Night and day drain all which I am,
Just until she can replenish what existence steals;
Just until I can hold her tight against my chest,
Feeling our heartbeats synchronize;
Breathing of, and for, each other,
Making all the strain of days past
Condense into one wave, together,
Of breathing, fully and deep
Their hate has no place here
Only room enough for the two of us
Two made one,
Feeling;
Breathing
Sanctuary, in each other
Garden of Us
Never, has she fallen asleep so easily
As she does in my arms to the sound of my voice
A hugging cuddle while one hand caresses her head;
The other, rhythmic in rubbing her back
A periodic kiss placed on her forehead
Eventually unsure of her sleep or wake,
I’ll close my eyes, too,
So as not to disturb the sweet beauty
Of my love so comfortable and warm
I wonder what she’s dreaming
And head to join her in that surreal space
Only to dream, again, that she is in my arms
What a wonderful little dream;
How grateful, I am, that it’s true
In blooming flowers, she lives
In the unspoiled baby bunny, she lives
The L'oeuvre craves to exhibit her
Heartful singers sing of her
I see the sun’s rays cast, and wonder if she makes it shine
I feel the cold of moon’s night, and hope she’s content
You are enough
You make it all worth it
You are the sweetest thing I never could’ve imagined
You fit everything I lacked, and I, you
Darling, my dear, my honey
Let's be perfectly imperfect, together
Two made one
I love you, my love
You are my heaven on Earth, my love
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 verte.
Cante todas las canciones,
bendiciéndole que tú me podrías escuchar
desde donde andabas, lejos de mí.
Eres la única para mí.
Qué tanto que te quiero, mi amor;
mon amour;
my love.
Without you,
I can’t be whole.
I know life’s been cruel to you,
but, to me, you are my life
and I couldn’t live mine
without yours;
your whole life
is my whole life,
my love.
As an ode
to the girl I love most,
Ulises Vargas