Arus' Poetry
The alchemy of turning my feelings into poems…
El Ciclo Termina Aqui
prologue:
El Ciclo Termina Aqui es un proyecto dedicado a mi familia, y la introduccion oficial de Ares.
El ciclo es un historia larga, transgeneracional.
Una historia de dolor, de envidia, de toxicidad, y de perdida,
que se mueve como una serpiente,
pasando de una generacion a otra.
Para mi, sanar es importante.
Pero antes de sanar, hay que entender la herida.
Entender de donde viene.
Entender quien la cargo antes de nosotros.
Entender que el ciclo no comenzo conmigo,
pero esta impreso en mi, como un tatuaje.
Vive en mi ser,
en mi alma,
en mi sangre,
en mi historia.
Pero heredarlo no significa tener que continuarlo.
Esta coleccion nace desde la familia, la cultura, y la identidad.
Nace desde lo que duele,
desde lo que no siempre tuvo nombre,
desde las cosas que aprendimos a cargar antes de aprender a soltarlas.
Se que hay fallas en mis palabras.
Se que todavia hay heridas que no comprendo.
Pero un dentro de mi dolor, siempre habra fe.
Porque eso tambine lo herede.
Y con fe, todo es possible.
Palabras que aprendi de mi madre:
Abigail.
Pero Como Te Amo…
prologue:
More love poems….
Love was never meant to be so easy!
Wednesday Night Interludes
prologue:
Yes, like that Drake song!!
I just be yearning……..
June, Gloom
prologue:
These poems are love letters
and confessions.
They’re messy, sexual, a little lonely
but they’re mine.
I wrote them to try to answer:
How can you feel everything and nothing at the same time?
Somewhere between the high and the crash
the past, present, and future
collide in June, Gloom.
For Myself, A Journal Of Comfort For A Narcissist
prologue:
This composition of poems is an attempted examination of the continuous episodes experienced in my manic depression.
The mania high is expressed in this framework through elements of braggadiciousness, narcissism, and hyper-sexuality.
The depression is expressed by elements of exaggerated sadness and negative thoughts.
The main goal of this collection of poems is to paint a picture of my personal struggle with depression, euphoric highs, and how they interact cohesively in my mind. This war is the embodiment of my bipolar disorder.
For You, A Journal Of Comfort For My Once Lover
prologue:
I wrote these poems in a period where I got lost and drained, running on empty. During this time, I wanted to better understand the concept of your love. I found out that Love, is an experience capable of transforming an individual completely. Think about it: the world evolves through the power of love.
I call attention to the fact that these poems belong to you. It was you who made me carefully construct them. Every word, period, question, and feeling is all of you. In some ways, it’s like you were the master, and I was only the puppet. You speak through me. So, this you,
For you.
