Poetry – Carlos Davilla

This Land of Mine

December 30, 2021December 30, 2021 Carlos DavillaLeave a comment

In this land of mineThe hyenas do not laughThe swans do not sing In this land of mineMy folks do not smileDon't seem to mind a thing In this land of mineThe roaches are bigThe hearts are small In this land of mineThe glasses are always fullTheir feelings, so empty In this land of mineThe… Continue reading This Land of Mine

Sick Sad

October 4, 2021 Carlos DavillaLeave a comment

Nothing comes outNothing ever livesNothing ever diesThere's only a sick sadA sick sad that forever staysInside meOutside usTrying to force it outOnly to findThat nothing ever leavesAnd I can't even cry May 13, 2019 - 04:39 AM

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May 4, 2021October 17, 2021 Carlos DavillaLeave a comment

It's funny to considerhow humans are so comparableto stray catsin so many waysfor examplethere's always hungerthe will to surviveand a drunk driver March 7, 2020 5:27 AM