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Sometimes I feel… What I really don’t feel… What I know I should feel… nathanbonilla © 2017 Image Credit: HERE Buy my NEW POETRY BOOK: Advertisements


Candelario was an old man He went to church just on Sundays His wife paid him to take a shower Smelled like beer every hour All of us kids feared Candelario Found out he was a Veterano “Viva Mexico” in the revolution Now I understand… Why Candelario sunk in sand nathanbonilla © 2017 image credit: […]

Poem: To The Primo I Never Knew

To the primo I never knew To live and die by the gun The calling of the streets Crawling under the rug The subway rats creeping in the fog Catch you slipping like a deep sleep Fingers on the trigger light up the streets For a moment reality creeps in A fight breaks out from […]

Take My Poll: Would you buy my Poetry book?

If you would, please let me know your thoughts on this project I would love to tackle. I would appreciate the feedback in every aspect. Blessings to all! Image Credit: HERE


La edad es como un río que un día se le acaba la fuerza de sus aguas tan fuertes Como la lluvia que es consumida con el tiempo que pasa Como es que al llegar a esta tierra tan tierno nos vemos Y al llegar a la partida de esta tierra igual nos vamos Llegamos […]