Brenda Arroyo

Brenda Arroyo Poems

• Love Like Stone
  Love never came to me that night, As I sat there, starring at the statue of Eros, Waiting for a spark.
• Fade Away
  I’m crippled by the stars that glisten outside the night sky. -Beautiful. Burning me with their silver essence.
• Something To Remember
  Everything was soft that day... Like the color of grace or The scent of mercy. The air, the sun, and the wind were all soft.
• A Seeming Less Heart
  I hear my thoughts scurry fast across the horizon... I see how the sun rises but I can not retrace my mind. For now, it seems that I have no words (not righteously, at least) . Not even the least.
• Tender Pulse:
  Tranquil nights find closure beneath chaotic stars, And forever finds a way to seep into our dreams. Today I say:
• Sometime In May,
  Mercy falls like morning dew on newborn rose buds, Not really falling at all… Just forming. Appearing as liquid dust,
• I Am Not A Bird;
  Five or six life-times ago, my name was cursed to infamy. You see, Morning had come when I had not yet finished stitching my dreams into the night. And so, I have slept in a cold daze ever since.
• Breathing Out
  For as long as centuries can measure in my lungs, I have breathed in the ages of this place… Every single season that has passed, every cloud that has breezed by, every star that has shone out, I’ve held it all in.
• Faithful Companion
  Days seem to come and go, fading into my skin… Disappearing, yet never really leaving. Time lingers here, weighing down on my breaths.
• We'Re Still In March
  The sun rises bright And the air growls an icy breeze, It’s just the way March does its talking…
• Crescendo
  Silence is the thought that screams beneath my skin. It is my loudest prayer, The only thing I’m good at…
• The Stone Beneath My Skin Melts,
  A soft moon dangles above our heads, Talcum powder moon dust mingles in our hair... My eyes are aboard the sea of yours and I fail to notice all but you.
• On My Way Out
  Sometimes the moon shatters across a glossy horizon... I stumble aimlessly and fall aimlessly... Losing my sanity, baring my nude flesh to society, exposing my skin for all to see. But none can see at all...
• Tomorrow Dried In The Hopes Of Reaching ...
  The silver glow of a lazy moon floats and infects the aura of a late, starry, night. I wander off into the desert in search of you [again]. The wind howls her discomfort but I don’t stop. I never did, I wouldn’t now.