He Played

He grab his drums..
He played them the song that was in his heart...
He played them all night...
He broke in tears...
Yet not a sound was heard...
He played...

He Left

He left...
with a tear in his eye...
a sad song in his heart...
and her goodbye echoing in his ear...
He left...

-Marcos Cisneros

It is bright and sunny outside...
The birds are singing all is joy...
But inside his heart its dark...
stormy and gloomy...
its the story of many heartbreaks...
Sad...

Racing Mind

His mind was racing...
Thoughts upon thoughts...
Never ending never stopping...
Suddenly she walked in the door...
with a smile dissipated it...
Peace only peace...
And a smile...

-Marcos Cisneros

Heart Be Still

Heart be still...
as you look into her eyes...
Look into her soul...
Let her love devour you whole...
Stare in and see her tears...
Wash them away...
Heart be still...

-Marcos Cisneros

Oh The Feeling

Oh to have the feeling...
of the sand of 1000 beaches between my toes...
What joy what joy it would be...
But to be there with you...
That would be extasy...
Utopia...

-Marcos Cisneros

What I Am

I'm a philosopher with no philosophy...
A poet with a silent poem...
A painter with no canvas...
A writer with no pen or muse...

-Marcos Cisneros

Drowning In A Desert

I'm drowning in a desert...
burning in ice...
Living in death...
What can make it more complicated???
A vat of grease...
And that's what gets poured...

-Marcos Cisneros

I Shout To You

I shout out to you in the dark...
But do u even listen...
Can you even hear me???
Do the echos of my voice reach ur ears???
HELLO... HEllo...hello...he..

-Marcos Cisneros

Heart Stay Thy Mouth

Heart!!! Stay thy mouth...
For her words although sweet...
Are as poison...
Say not what thine feels...
for she may use as ammo to destroy thee...

-Marcos Cisneros

My Lover

My lover...
my lover...
oh my lover...

My love affair with you...
began at the age of 13 or 12...

I used to see you...
night after night...
but...
the feelings I felt...
well those feelings were nice...
they were different...

You made my blood boil...
like hot lava...
coursing in my veins...
I was as a sun...
with fever...

My heart raced...
the race of a rabbit...
a rabbit...
escaping the hunters weapon...
the heartbeat was felt...
through my body whole...

The connection between us...
was an unbreakable connection...
like that spun of unbreakable alloy...

You brightened up my nights...
even when no stars were present...
yet when you were not there...
it was the darkest night...
the saddest night...
the coldest night...

Whether I was in the deepest of jungles...
or the softest of clearings...
the clearest of rivers...
or the widest of oceans...
you were there...

My nights were never lonely with you...
my days were fun...
but few...

But my nights...
wow my nights...
you drove me crazy...
you unleashed the beast in me...
you made me run wild with you...
tear off my clothing...
and just bathe in your beauty...

Yes this is my lover...
my sweet sweet lover...
my savage lover...
my natural lover...
My lover...
the moon...

-Marcos Cisneros

Sittin At The Park

There is a girl I see everyday...
she sits alone mostly...
she sits usually with her back to a tree or rock

she seems to be in her own little world...
lost in what shes doing
not in where she is...

she has her headphones on...
shes listening to her music...
her favorite band???
artist???
or just music...

she only looks up occasionally...
with searching eyes...
questioning eyes...
then back into her book her gaze drops...

suddenly...
there it is....
her breath ceases for just a moment...

a song has come on...
a reminder of him???
was it His favorite song??
was it a song that you told him about???
dedicated to you perhaps???
or maybe the song that was playing when he told you he was done???

she has gotten lost in her music...
silently yells his name...
yells for help...
yet no one even looks her way...

no one but i...
but she sees me not...
i do not exist...
i am merely an observant...
i am no one...

smile...
Smile I say to you...
Smile for the world is beautiful...
for your smile is beautiful...
for with that smile you give hope...

Smile, even a sad smile is still a smile...
for a sad smile...
may turn into a real smile...
smile for there are others out there...
others that care...
others...

-Marcos Cisneros

Today, I lost my voice

Today... I have lost my voice...
I have no words of love...
No words of hate...
No words of joy...
No words of pain...

I have no thoughts of deep...
No memory...
or imagination...

I see nothing...
Feel nothing...
Hear nothing...
Taste nothing...

Today I will drink no more...
Savor no more...
Indulge no more...
No longer smell the fragrance of flowers...
Or enjoy watching a sunset...

All will be of darkness...
of nothingness...
of despair and anguish...
Yet endless as the universe...

As of today...
I will no longer be...
For today...
Today...
Today... I am dead...

-Marcos Cisneros

I Just Met The Perfect Girl

I just met the perfect girl...
But shes all wrong for me...
Shes got sinful eyes...
Poisonous lips...
A heart of stone...

Yet I love her...
I lust her...
I want her...
Why??

If she is perfect shouldn't she not be that???
In that case what is perfect???

She just smiled at me...
I fell weakly...
I got lost in those deep brown eyes...
Those eyes that would take me to perdition...

Why cant I look away???
Shes like the cobra...
Hypnotizing her prey...

Then snap...
She goes in for the kill...
And then i am dead...
Dead and lost...

Was it all worth it???
For her beauty??
For her golden curls???
For her lips???
I love you...

-Marcos Cisneros

Perfect Strangers

They were perfect strangers... she was working on her computer... she heard the door open and glanced up... they locked eyes for only a second... in that second an eternity passed... timed ceased to exist... the clock stopped...

She looked into his deep dark brown eyes... thoughts invaded her mind... she could see the future... she could see all that is to come... all that was... she could see the stars... the galaxies... she stared down a black hole, and came out the other side... her lip quivered into a smile...

In that one second... she saw him... on their wedding day... having their first baby... having a second... and a third... watching him play with them... teach them how to ride a bike... drive... birthdays... sweet 16's... teaching them to drive... walking them down the isle.. asking for hands in marriage... growing old together... watching as each wrinkle carved his face, and only made him look more and more distinguished...

Her mind started swimming with the thought of every kiss... every touch... every caress... every embrace... it was as if she could feel his soft lips... his firm yet soft hands... her soft hands touching his... his hands running through her hair...

She saw infinity in them... she saw every photograph... they would take... every smile that would cross her lips... heard every "i love you".... felt every breath he would take... tasted every meal... every sensation was felt...

She looked into his eyes and knew that he would love her and cherish her no matter what... she saw the love in his eye... the love he had to give... she saw his soul...

For a second nothing else or anyone else was in the room... in space... in time... a whole lifetime passed in that second... it was as if they were dancing to one rhythm... breathing to one breath... they dance around the timeless dance... it was only them and nothing else... nothing around... near... behind... up... or down... it was only them in the moment and that was it...

She stared into his dark brown eyes...

He walked away with her hazel eyes seared into his memory...

All in one second...

-Marcos Cisneros

The Cut

There she is...
On the bathroom floor...
With a blank look on her face...
and some kind of music in the background....

She looks at the blade...
So shiny and new...
takes it in her delicate hands...
hesitates for only a moment...

Pressing it to her leg...
Where she would be able to hide it...
where none would see...
she presses hard...
and pulls towards her...

The blood does not gush out like in the movies...
in fact, it almost seems to hesitate to come out...
then seeming almost timidly comes out...
as if unsure what awaited it outside...
as if afraid to venture out...

But the pain...
the rush of pain hits her...
It was as if a bolt of lightning...
as if electricity was coursing through her body...
had hit her...
She finally feels something...
She is finally no longer numb...

The pain brings out the adrenaline in her...
the blood comes out as if escaping her body now...
she can only look at it coming out...
she felt content, yet ashamed at what she had done...
carving on herself like that...

There were times that she felt nothing...
she wanted nothing...
she needed nothing...
she only wanted a release...
a release from the pain that is life...
but it never came...

She hated herself for doing it...
yet she liked the feeling of feeling...
the numb feeling had overtaken her so long...
that she had forgotten how it felt to feel...

She knew she must tell someone...
she knew she must call for help...
yet she did nothing...
no one would come...
she was alone...

Finally, she pulled herself up...
walked to the shower...
cleaned it all off...
and wiped the blood up...

As she was cleaning her would...
and thought about the scar it would leave...
she noticed she had written something...
she had unknowingly written a word...
a feeling...

The word...
the feeling...
the thought...
she had written...
JOY...

The Soul Taker

I met you...
Everything was perfect..
You had eyes of gold...
and a silver smile...
Hair of earth...
the lips of red rose...

Kissing you was...
of manna from the gods...
sweet nectar of infinity...

You made me explode...
and implode with your love...
it was a supernova...
every embrace...

but then it all changed...
how was I to know...
it was all a trick...
a mask...
a facade...
a joke...

Your reached into the into the depths of my soul...
of my heart...
of my life...
you ripped out all the joy...
all the happiness...
you ripped out my heart...

you held it up in triumph...
as my blood was oozing down you arm...
you looked at me...
fire blazin in your eyes...
and you said to me...
FUCK YOU...

little did you know...
that I was a fighter...
with my last breath...
my last strength...
my soul almost leaving me..

I gathered my heart...
put it in its chest...
left to seek my soul...
found it in the island...
and mended myself...

put band aids everywhere...
on every cut...
on every tear...
little by little I was rebuilt...

Now I come to you...
a whole person...
with stronger skin and heart...
to say to you...
I forgive you...
it is not your fault...
you never had love in your life...
you are only doing what you are taught...
the apple never fell far from the tree...
and it was nice knowing you...

-Marcos Cisneros

A solitary old man...

A solitary old man...
Sitting on a park bench...
I am across from him
on my own bench...

I come out here to watch...
to watch and wonder...
I have never seen him before..

He has tired lookin eyes...
pale grey eyes...
His age is apparent on every crease...
on every spot and stubble on his face...
He seems to have tears in his eyes...
What is your story old man???
what is your story I want to shout...

I merely just look on...
is He waiting for someone???
is He missing someone???
He is just staring at the ground
as if remembering a name...
thinking a thought...
as if he is trying to roll back time...

Where would He go???
what would He do different???
He seems not to notice me...
not to notice anyone around...
the chill in the air bites him a bit...
He adjusts his scarf..
pulls his jacket closer...
rubs his hands together...
tries to bring warmth to his cooling body..

He starts to stand...
with pain he does so...
the years are weighing on him...
arthritis courses through his bones...
as he gets ready to leave...
he stares back at the bench...
as if waiting for a companion to stand..
as if wanting to see someone there...
as if wanting to address someone there...
but only finds empty space...

He looks for only a few seconds...
as He is getting ready to step away...
only one word escapes his lips...
only one name...
it seems to be ripped off his lips...
the name brings a sad joy to his face...
the name is Annabell...

-Marcos Cisneros