A patient patience can be found

upon the depths of his or her

own debt from whence it rooted

on its own.


ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™

โ– D3D14$/ VDL C8.4 / B2.86



May it be you,

the one who have helped.

I needed you when i didnt want you,

now that i want to need you,

you are not there.

Oh my darling, I am missing you,

My sweet close heart.

I want but i cant coz i need not of yours,

but your comfort, your lovely eyes to see.

Knowlingly with a sound, touch or even whisper.

“dont, im here. Let me help you up, we’ll face it together,

maybe not forever. I am here dont bother. I am here now . . .”


ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™โ– D3D14$/ VDL C8.3 / B2.87

Interpolatia dysthorcia

Askewed variants of my visuals,

why then my eye sea the letter of my c’s.


ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™โ– D3D14$/ VDL C8.2 / B2.88

Eye to I.

If you have had a lifetime of remorse,

coupled it with resentments and regrets,

Can it be resolved in a deeper realization

of reality that mingles of practicality.


ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™โ– D3D14$/ VDL C8.1 / B2.89

Halfway among the stars I travelled in the lake in which i take the mast of my,


In the sea of the ocean of my heart there is a room unknown to me yet i cling as branch for you,


Then after than breathe i can and cannot make to take and years to break what more can you do,


How much more if you do what you have to,



ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™โ– D3D14$/ VDL C8/B2:90


Stalwarts the warts of this callous mind.

Shall i take all downwinded behind,

yet i can make something out my nothings

and submerge all things

into sweet lovely things that can never be,

as one to take a treasure

that happens to be not

of gold nor silver

or even as sweet as nectar of your kisses.


ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™โ– D3D14$/ VDL C7:14 / B2:91

Filled rage.

The filler asked the paper,

Where is your pen?

paper replied,

I dunno, where is your pencil?

I asked first,

filler was raging.

well i am just rebutting your insanity.

screamed paper.

Wanna go, or u just waiting for you ill gotten forsaken pencil.

Then it began, while pen and pencil watch a bitchfight.


ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™โ– D3D14$/ VDL C7:13 / /B2:92

Questions to quest about.

It spoke to me,

“Why why why?”

I wanted to answer,

still it kept asking.

Then I demanded it to stop,

only then to shut it up,

I answered with a question

“How How, how?”.

It answered,

“let me show you,

read read read.”

But then interestingly enough I did.


ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™โ– D3D14$/ VDL C7:12/B2:93


Mid winter,

aah the summer of regrets,

the mornings i have yet to ask for.

Then keep the days unseen,

it would have been a season of my dwelling,

upon my wretched gout that never sleeps.


ยฉ oliver a. melendezโŠ™โ– D3D14$/ VDL C7:11/ B2:94