Estefano Molina


Estefano Molina Poems

1. Nine Seven 9/14/2015
2. My Apartment 9/14/2015
3. Decorating 9/15/2015
4. No Title 9/15/2015
5. Pie 9/15/2015
6. April 28 9/15/2015
7. Everyday 9/15/2015
8. Destination 9/17/2015
9. Rituals 9/17/2015
10. Knock Knock 9/21/2015
11. Here's Your Letter 9/24/2015
12. To The Man At The Bus Stop 9/25/2015
13. The First 9/28/2015
14. The Second 9/28/2015
15. To My Greatest Love 9/30/2015
16. What Is Happines To You? 10/5/2015
17. For My Friends 10/5/2015
18. Abyss 10/12/2015
19. The World Behind My Door 11/10/2015
20. One Day You Will Understand 11/10/2015
21. I Know Nothing Else 11/10/2015
22. All That Is 11/12/2015
23. Working On It 11/13/2015
24. Revolution Of The Mind 11/19/2015
25. Under The Chestnut Tree 11/19/2015
26. The Lucky Ones 1/6/2016
27. Leave It To Wonder 1/15/2016
28. Content With All This 1/19/2016
29. Salvaging 1/19/2016
30. Writing In The Lonely Hours Of The Night 1/19/2016
31. Old Junk 1/19/2016
32. My Turn 1/21/2016
33. Philosophy 1/21/2016
34. Serial Killer 2/12/2016
35. No Rules 2/17/2016
36. Angst 2/25/2016
37. Working On This One Too 3/3/2016
38. Rotten Thoughts 4/6/2016
39. Just Waiting 4/6/2016
40. A Though Or Two 4/12/2016

Comments about Estefano Molina

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (9/15/2015 12:16:00 PM)

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

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Best Poem of Estefano Molina

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 ...

Read the full of As I Sit Here

Tequila

This feel better
incredibly, surprisingly better
I've definitely been smelling the wrong flowers
I'm smiling
I'm back for a short amount of time
I'm whistling as my foot taps the floor to the rhythm of Europa
Santana must have been on something
Good for him.
Good for us.

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