I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.
Strike the head rubs against the red phosphorous spark temporary red orange flame engulfs the stick Temporary fire transforms from red orange to yellow
By G. A. Botero11 months ago in Poets
In full view, with full light, There lies a truth, obscured from sight. A tale untold, a silent cry, Of an invisible woman,
With apron tied and heartbeat racing I pass the heat lamps and smell of bacon I can't believe this dream came true In a land so far, so different, so new
Frank Gomez was a young man from the barrio with big dreams - being a gangster, one with beautiful women and lots of money. Through a friend he met Tony who was looking for someone to join his crew.
By G. A. Botero11 months ago in Fiction
Caught in the crested wall, I rode their dreams, their wins engulfed me Realizing that was my demise I sank.
The joy of rain drives me insane after a drought I had my doubt but now I know I will live another season
By G. A. Botero12 months ago in Poets
I feel rage for all those encaged I feel rage against those that profit from pain Slicing up the remains of those that don't remain
Maria enjoyed watching them play. Omar enjoyed making his sister run. "Cellar!" Without hesitation, they all ran. "BOOM."
By G. A. Boteroabout a year ago in Fiction
I can’t stand to be near you, and not look at you I can’t stand to look at you and not smile My thoughts escape me I find myself just thinking of you
By G. A. Boteroabout a year ago in Poets
It’s simple You plant a seed add some water and light Wait Wait There Green Breaking through the brown Dirt It a miracle
Like a flower in the middle of weeds you are the beauty in a world much too cruel Like a sea that’s over flowing your love has no end
I lay awake wondering if the portal will ever break To see myself in other lights and see my heart in full sight I wonder how I will be judged