Estefano Molina

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As I sit here
in this desk
I'm here but not here
People come in and out
...

I have no dining table
no need for one
I eat on my only piece of furniture
I sleep on it as well
...

My stomach is full once more
I offered a stranger a drink
he deserved it
After a bottle of Tequila he was no stranger
...

I rest my head on the ground
Hypnotized by the blades of a ceiling fan
Hollow silence, a deafening sound
Escaping this life within a fantasy I ran
...

Today I 'am forced to write
this paper listens
better than people
Because today remembers yesterday
...

It was an unusually cool morning
We walked on the road's shoulder
Heavy bags on our backs
I followed close behind
...

Someone is knocking at the door
I'm not gonna open it
their is a long pause
it begins again
...

I wrote you a letter
and my words were confused
9 pages of thoughts
worthless to you
...

I watched it go up slowly
zig-zagging and circling the pole
searching for food maybe
it was a small fire ant
...

Here is another thought
I wrote it at work
Because I didn't bring lunch
Had some free time
...

I woke up this morning
because I decided to open my eyes
Well, I had to go to work
to provide
...

She wrapped her arms around me
pulled me closer to her warmth
as dark as that room was
she was still bright
...

It was late in the summer
I had been around town and back
I knew my ways
wasn't happy
...

I worked hard for her
I was only 5 when I began training
but tried her even before then
blood, sweat and tears
...

Today I was asked
'What is happiness to you? '
I opened my mouth
but not a sound was made
...

16.

I left them
Left it all behind me
I abandoned my philosophy
my beliefs, hopes and dreams
...

Today is your birthday
haven't seen or heard from you
I still see you yellow
too bright for me to stare at directly
...

I open the door
all the lights are off
the only sound is behind the walls
its the neighbors again
...

I was full of anger the other day
so I decided to decorate my apartment
A lady friend seemed to notice my décor
she said 'Looks nice'
...

I've known for sometime
I could see it coming
and you can only delay these things
but no matter what, it's coming
...

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As I Sit Here

As I sit here
in this desk
I'm here but not here
People come in and out
they ask me for things
and I answer politely
come to me with small talk
and tell them how nice the weather is
but I'm not here
I don't like being here any longer
this routine
this job
the stress
it's getting to me

As I lay here on my sofa
I stare at the ceiling
immobile
I forget to breathe
and don't remember where I am
I forget I'm here
and no one comes in
no one knocks
or asks about me
I wonder if they know I'm here
or maybe they think no one is here
even worse they might know I'm here
but they don't care
because I'm tired of being here
their is no need for me
I have met my limit of usefulness

As I stand here
in the middle of this field
the only thing that made me happy
lost it's power
I run there
run back
watch as the others do the same
I go through the motions
but it doesn't work anymore
not like it used to
it finally sinks in
and I know I'm not supposed to be here
I don't belong here anymore
I'd rather go sit


As I sit here in this bench
and watch the leaves fall
autumn is here but I'm not
I wonder where all this went
and if I'm actually here or there
I'm somewhere in my head
endlessly running
I'm exhausted of sitting
and confusing myself
tired of the lying
the cheating
the egos
the failures and expectations
I'm tired of these people
and getting trapped
in their miserable lives
I'm tired of thinking
and writing this poem
just tired of being me
I've finally lost connection to this world
and I'm not here any longer

Estefano Molina Comments

Fabrizio Frosini 15 September 2015

very interesting poetry, indeed.. I enjoyed all the 7 poems posted (untill this very moment..) . WELCOME and Keep on posting!

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