Poetry and Prose | Lenacorradoportfolio

A Vision (2018)

My behavior was sickening,

Had myself constantly withering,

My head shooting for the stars,

So lost I've landed on Mars,

Looking out into vast space,

Stars, comets, emptiness, finally my place,

I envision the world below me,

We are so insignificant you see,

As I observed,

I realize this world is not mine nor yours...

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Those Scary Dreams (2018)

I have those lucid dreams,

I’m floating down the mainstream,

And when I finally see,

I stop and let the sky open up,

One hand lifted high,

The other dead on the side,

I bring you back alive,

A burden to my conscience,

That line between right and wrong,

Gone but not forgotten,

I bring you back,

You save the day,

But before, I was the one who wished you away.

So, here you stand,

There’s an axe in your hand,

You chopped them down,

And in my head,

I deserve the dead,

The guilt too great,

Of taking you away in the first place,

So, I lucid dream,

To rectify a wrong,

Manifesting itself a bit too strong.

Zen (2019)

The wind sounds like voices,

I go into my mind to empty it,

What I find are more noises.

Oh, How Times Change (2019)

They say, “Oh, how times have changed”

“The world is in a rearrange”

I want to play some rap music for my father

He says, “don’t even bother”

We can be stuck in our ways,

Not ready to let go and see the new speed of play,

Bliss in their reminisce,

Tsk tsk.

Don’t they know,

It’ll be better not to fight it but to let it flow,

To adapt and see,

These new times have their benefits, just believe

I suppose...

It’s easier said than done as it goes,

For I’ll probably be the same way,

When I’ve reached my pivotal days,

Then I’ll be telling the youth,

“Oh how times have changed” - me as the proof!

Suffocation (2017)

Oxygen leaving my lungs, taking my words with it. Water, rushing in, filling me up, weighing me down. I’m sinking, my skin is no longer breathing; every pore submerged. I close my eyes, as to not see the fear around me. I don’t want to become scared, I welcome the chaotic peace. I’m only with my thoughts now, my internal dialogue. I’m telling myself It’ll be okay. “Is this how I die? It can’t be…” then it’s blackness. Silence. I’m untouchable now, I’m lost, swallowed up.

I wake up on the shore. The sun is bright and I’m tasting salt. My father is panting beside me, tired. I look around, I’m alive.

Trees

by Lena Corrado (2019) a couplet poem

Unmoving are the tree trunks,

My feet in the sand always sunk,

Stars make me feel small,

The waves have me enthralled,

Time is the true God,

The only constant in this realm always at odds,

I look past the horizon,

Dreams of different lives rising,

I’m haunted by my truths,

The isolation I feel in my roots,

But I’ll never lose hope,

I forever hang onto this rope,

It’ll either liberate me and I’ll transcend,

Or it’ll be the noose I see in the end.

BODY SURFING (2020)

I have this recurring dream

That becomes more and more extreme

Never knowing what it means

Because nothing is as it seems

I’m in a familiar place

With no expression on my face

The waves breaking with grace

Sand and salt in embrace

I’m observing

As the waves become unnerving

Something is stirring

The tide is not returning

On the horizon

A gigantic wave rising

It’s arriving

And people are scrambling, climbing

These huge walls

Can't escape -- they're too tall

Blocked in -- people begin to fall

Words to their gods, they call

I know what to do

I can bodysurf to get through

Then I realize this is something new

My options become few

But, I’m surprisingly calm

Only goosebumps on my forearm

Nothing to be alarmed

I push through my palms

Up against the confines

Something tells me I’ll be fine

I’m waiting for water and body to combine

Whatever’s left is divine design

Water hits with force

So intense, its course

My body reinforced

Tension of the wall becomes a saving source

The waves repeat

Water, wall, body all meet

Skin on concrete

My biology obsolete

And when I awake

I never know what to make

Of meanings so opaque

Scary but soothing, my body aches.

Promiseland (2020)

I want to understand

The things of this promise-land

Land of the free

Home of the brave

This is not how we behave

Built on the backs

And blood of your sons

Hear their bones breaking

But whip out your guns

Land of hypocrisy

Full of latent animosity

And corrupted policy

Yet no one seems to see

Or even really care

About the burden they bear

Yeah, present tense...

Still your cheapest expense

You have these minorities

Thinking they’ll be free

How naive

American priorities

To turn their backs

To ignore the facts

Never keen to listening

It’s absolutely sickening

How can I be proud

Of such a simple-thinking crowd

Somehow I’m not patriotic

Because I don’t blindly follow it

Sound the alarm

Take up your arms

To “make America great again”

You put the people back

In their shackles and chains.

Near Death Experience (2020)

Water rushed around

Felt myself calling

But couldn’t make a sound

I was falling

Or rather sinking

Reduced to simple thinking

Virtues (2019)

Time stopped

I stood on my knees,

Island in the middle of the ocean

Made from the trees,

Water washes over me,

But cannot cleanse what I have seen,

Everything has simply built up in me

One day I will set myself free,

And forever be happily empty.