Poems by Denny K. Schuldt

Poems by Denny K. Schuldt https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems 2025-01-01T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt Lovestruck https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/lovestruck 2025-01-01T00:00:00Z 2025-01-01T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

A manifestation disguised as a poem. Imagined, felt and written by Denny K. Schuldt. Collision • Evolution • Anticipation • Vision • Warmth • Promise • Balance • Devotion. I And boom! We collided. After all this time, life decided we will no longer be divided. The crossing of our glances was all it took, to start the first chapter of my new favorite book. II I’m dying for writing poetry about butterflies revolving, about realizing how our connection is evolving. From kisses on the cheeks and spending quality time, to feeling that I’m becoming yours, and that you’re becoming mine. Having the excitement of planned dates, of subtle gestures and then touching our hands. Noticing when you smile with every crack of your shell, and how you close your eyes enjoying my smell. I want to return home recalling every night, smiling at every traffic light still feeling how you hold me tight. May you be the reason why I smile at my phone. Love makes us a bit dumb, it is known. I’m ready for an oxytocin overdose, to sometimes write some verses, and others some prose. I’m curious about what I’ll write while being lovestruck, and you being my inspiration my muse of luck. III It’s around the hour where we’ll meet. I can’t deny I’m nervous thinking about how I’ll greet. “Hi! How are you?” sounds a little bit plain, maybe a “Hey! It’s you!” will connect more our brains. Although I already feel a connection, something inside me senses some affection. Maybe it’s your charm, or the sparkles you text me. I’m not really sure, so let’s wait and see. My body is shaking, not just my legs. It’s the anticipation for a new rhythm to set. I’ve dated before, several times in fact, but this one feels different. It has an impact. IV I want to take beautiful pictures with you in the center, that way you’ll see yourself through my eyes so tender. The beauty of the unexpected captured in every frame, I’ll caption them all by putting our names. You see, that would be spontaneous, but with you I feel that the excitement would be contagious. For the first time I’ll see myself through the eyes of another, maybe I’ll see myself through the eyes of a lover. Hey, look at me. Smile, let me direct. Let me capture this moment so we never forget. Let the rays of light touch softly your face, Living moment by moment, at our own pace. That would be mutual, not just something of mine. Imagine feeling the oxytocin all around our minds. How beautiful would that be, two lovers taking pictures, sitting in a tree. V Sometimes you become my warm soft corner, the one I want to be in longer and longer. Yes, a corner but a peaceful one for sure. My world is getting cozier and I wonder if I’m doing the same for you. The strength of your arms ties me to my core, the feeling is so melting that I’m always wanting more. Feeling our chests moving as we breathe, that’s why when in your corner, I never want to leave. You should see your face when we’re together, nothing else matters, everything’s light as a feather. Those are the moments when I realize, that a cozy world could never have a prize. Ah, the stages of falling in love. How beautiful it is to feel every touch so soft. Becoming vulnerable has its perks, like watching first hand all of your smirks. VI You asked me one night what I’ll do, best part is me feeling that you’ll also do that too. Mutual, that’s the word. That’s the key for me to unravel my world. I fantasize about how ours would feel across different moons, how I will write you poems while you’ll prepare the balloons. Celebrations may be yours but I’m willing to take a part, to create memories so we both can fill our hearts. The time we share is what I value the most, sometimes at yours, others it’s me who host. Cooking, cuddling, hugging, give me more. I love every single minute, every single one I adore. VII I know some things about the times you died before, a little of all the pain of past lives you had to endure. And now you know some of mine as well, but that tragic opera is over, no more tickets to sell. No more rebirths, no more reincarnations, I’m ready from solitude, my emancipation. Our path will have its slopes for sure, but together we will be each other’s cure. I’m a dreamer, let me dance. I like this rhythm, this is our chance. It takes two to tango, not just one soul. We finally matched our person, we both have hit the goal. VIII I would love you in your todays and your tomorrows, I would make sure that in your soul there won’t be sorrow. I would love your past, for becoming your present, I would love you always, and I promise I’ll be gentle. A sublime experience https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/a-sublime-experience 2024-12-22T00:00:00Z 2024-12-22T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Love is so beautiful that it is unfair to lock it in your chest, or even worse to make it cold and calculated like a game of chess. You see, love is such a beautiful thing to grow inside, to nurture and take care of for its rewards in life. What is love? You may wonder yourself. Not a magical formula that you can use on an excel cell. Maybe it’s a state of mind, or a way of living, or maybe just a chemical reaction felt for us still breathing. Some physics compare love to the fundamental forces, Gravity, electromagnetism, but only love human connections forges. Some poets think about love as a sublime experience to live. Ever changing and timeless, something you can receive and give. Love can transform, from zero to a hundred, love can make you feel at your best, but never haunted. If any, that wouldn’t be love anymore… Would be something else, something shattered on the floor. The chocolate factory https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/the-chocolate-factory 2024-12-21T00:00:00Z 2024-12-21T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

There’s a chocolate factory up on the hill, the entrance is open for those who feel. No mimicking, no pretending, If you’re really feeling it, keep on ascending. The stairs are graded from one to who knows, the end is an illusion that only time can blow. There are candies and cookies all around the place, only accessible if I see tenderness in your face. The factory has a variety of flavors and machines of all kinds, the taste of a single piece will stimulate your mind. From the usual sweetness to the rarity of saltiness, prepare your palate, you’ll enjoy the altiness. I’m the chocolatier, who tempers and molds, enjoying the view and wondering what the future holds. Crafting chocolate requires patience, the final product must glare with high radiance. Algunas memorias sobre Aidita https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/algunas-memorias-sobre-aidita 2024-12-18T00:00:00Z 2024-12-18T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Aidita tenía sus manías, la hacían tan ella, hoy inspiración de mis poesías. Desde guardar notas junto al comedor, hasta dejar siempre pulcra su cocina, sin nada alrededor. Nadie podía tocar su cama, pobre de aquel porque un regaño ganaba. Su cuarto era limpio a más no poder, uno podía entrar a dejar su ropa solo cuando se la pedía recoger. Ella se bañaba muy tarde en la noche porque luego nadie la podía tocar, ni siquiera un beso o pensar en abrazar. Ese era su momento, su rutina de cada noche. “No me toque que ya me bañé”, seguido de un reproche. Pero sus rutinas no eran solo para con ella, sino también para los demás. Levantarse temprano para cuidar de los suyos era algo que dejaría de hacer jamás. Solo hasta cuando su realidad empezó a mostrar fracturas, su amor era grande, pero su tiempo en la tierra le pasó facturas. De los tantos billones en la tierra, solo hubo una Aidita. Nosotros tuvimos mucha suerte, era nuestra abuelita. Santa Aidita de las Mercedes, a veces le solía decir, ya no la vemos en la Tierra, pero en el corazón la podemos sentir. I don’t feel like Christmas https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/i-dont-feel-like-christmas 2024-12-16T00:00:00Z 2024-12-16T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Many moons have passed, I cannot recall the last time the tree got assembled. I only did it for granny to enjoy, for her to sit at the table and see the tree lights be deployed. Now she’s gone and my family throned, it’ll take time for us to new memories form. I don’t feel like Christmas but I don’t want this feeling to stay, deep inside me there’s the wish to get excited again one day. I don’t want to rush, not a single day to push. Time will work its magic and this longing will be hushed. Estoy en mis 30s https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/estoy-en-mis-30s 2024-11-30T00:00:00Z 2024-11-30T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Estoy en mis 30s y ya no quiero estar locamente enamorado. Quiero sentir calma y por quien me la dé, ser acompañado. En este punto de mi vida prefiero más la estabilidad, a momentos de adrenalina que luego terminan en frialdad. Estoy en mis 30s y quiero una comunicación de dos vías. Busco honestidad y conversaciones profundas que no terminen en agonía. En este punto de mi vida quiero escuchar y ser escuchado, quiero ser yo mismo y por eso valorado. Estoy en mis 30s y ya no creo que el amor es solo un sentimiento, sino también una decisión. Eliges cada día mantener el norte y tu visión. En este punto de mi vida busco un amor bonito que ambos podamos sostener, que nos elijamos mutuamente, y juntos podamos crecer. Inside the body of a software guy https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/inside-the-body-of-a-software-guy 2024-11-06T00:00:00Z 2024-11-06T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

I’m a Poet blessed inside the body of a software guy, numbers and structural thinking have been the pillars of my life. And yet, one side of my brain enjoys logical challenges, while the other loves expressing feelings whenever there is silence. The art of coding is like playing with lego pieces, you build and build with lines until production releases. Writing poetry is similar but feels different, you build verses with words until you form something significant. I’m really humbled to be able to do both, they feed my curiosity and soul as I grow. I only ask the universe for wisdom and more time, between code within apps, and verses with rhymes. I write poems https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/i-write-poems 2024-10-27T00:00:00Z 2024-10-27T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

I write poems to sometimes stay, and others because I just want to run away. I write them to mentally touch grass and feel, to take shelter in myself whenever I have the need. I write poems because I’ve lived so many lives, some of them evolved and others have naturally died. There were lives that didn’t last long, but that I can replay in my head like my favorite song. I write poems for the lives I have yet to live, dreaming through words, futures to be seen. I write them because it feels so good, to be able to create verses even when I’m not in the mood. I write poems, sometimes just verses. I write my feelings across universes. En un universo paralelo https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/en-un-universo-paralelo 2024-10-07T00:00:00Z 2024-10-07T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

En un universo paralelo nos seguimos riendo, nos miramos con la misma ilusión de cuando nos estábamos conociendo. Nos hablamos por horas y buscamos nuestra compañía, encontramos la manera, sea de noche o sea de día. En un universo paralelo nos mudamos juntos, perseguimos nuestros sueños cuidando de nuestros asuntos. Me elegiste a mí, para elegirnos a los dos, y te elegí a ti, para escuchar nuestra voz. En un universo paralelo probamos nuevas recetas, nos pasamos a la cocina mientras hablamos de nuestras metas. Me abrazas y te abrazo vigilantes de que nada se queme, nos hablamos al oído calmando lo que el otro teme. En un universo paralelo ninguno de los dos falló, nos protegemos mutuamente en lugar de pensar solo en el yo. Las palpitaciones aparecen no por miedo a terminar, sino por la seguridad de juntos caminar. En un universo paralelo, pero en este no. En este nos desconocemos sin sentir nuestro calor. Aquí nuestros ojos marrones miran hacia otro lado. En este universo un futuro se ha apagado. Abuelitas en peligro de extinción https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/abuelitas-en-peligro-de-extincion 2024-09-28T00:00:00Z 2024-09-28T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

El aire se vuelve más pesado con cada segundo que pasa, unos estallan en llanto, otros persiguen la calma. Alguna llamada, alguna noticia, solo podemos esperar en este martes sin brisa. Un ser tan proactivo, cuyo cuerpo yace en cama, uno solo puede adivinar qué pensamientos lleva su alma. Este es el eterno ocaso de un gran y hermoso corazón prestado, entre medicinas y doctores, la muerte juega con los dados. Ella es una de las abuelitas en peligro de extinción, de las que dedican toda su vida por pura convicción. Tomó el rol de madre, dos veces en su vida, mostrándole a todos lo que con amor, ella construía. Todos esperan junto a ella con amor, esperando una señal que venga sin dolor. Su temperatura cambia, mientras su presión sanguínea cesa, besos en su frente y palabras llenas de pureza. … Sostuve su mano mientras su alma se alejaba, algunos con miedo, pero ella siempre a Dios oraba. Se cambió de casa para vivir en nuestra corazones, físicamente separados, pero siempre junto a nuestras emociones. El amor es para siempre, trasciende el espacio y tiempo. Su amor fue tan puro, para todos un ejemplo. La amamos antes, ahora y siempre. La amé antes, ahora y para siempre. I loved so very deep https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/i-loved-so-very-deep 2024-09-05T00:00:00Z 2024-09-05T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

I wrote so many things, that may never see the light. I loved so very deep, that it almost got me blind. Memories come and go, like a highway in my mind. Even hours and some sounds, on important days and nights. I remember, I remember… how I tried until surrendered. The road was lonely and all so gray, to walk alone, the price to pay. Under poetry light https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/under-poetry-light 2024-07-30T00:00:00Z 2024-07-30T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Under poetry light, my verses are written between sigh and sigh. Emotions inside me engage in a fight, craving for a soulmate to hold me tight. With poetry light, I question myself if what I’m doing is right. For some I’m too much, for others too little. They always see one extreme or the other but never in the middle. Through poetry light, the world shifts in tones between poles in my mind. From my very desk I reflect about feelings, a curse or a blessing, but feeling is living. The couple on the other table https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/the-couple-on-the-other-table 2024-07-03T00:00:00Z 2024-07-03T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

The couple on the other table had no rhythm, nor some grace. More an obligation than a pleasure it seemed the case. That wouldn’t be us, I’m sure to my bones. not even having the distraction of our phones. Through the echo of their silence, one could hear the rupture of their alliance. But that wouldn’t be us, I cannot even imagine it. If silence comes to us, it would be because of heartbeats. Their souls seemed so distant, so far from each other, like if one of them something bad had just discovered. That wouldn’t be us, that I could almost guarantee. We would have honesty and respect, while also feeling free. The couple on the other table had its doomsday in the horizon, perhaps because of a Bruce, or maybe ’cause an Allison. But that wouldn’t be us… can you look me in the eyes? No, no. There won’t be room for lies. To the brightest star https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/to-the-brightest-star 2024-06-23T00:00:00Z 2024-06-23T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Please come back and hug my being, at least in the form of a beautiful dream. It’ll comfort me even when profoundly sleeping, I miss you and I don’t want more weeping. Losing you aches the deepest of my heart, you’ve gone from one big caring heart to the brightest star. Time has its rules and you needed to rest, following your legacy is what we’ll do best. Grandmas in danger of extinction https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/grandmas-in-danger-of-extinction 2024-05-30T00:00:00Z 2024-05-30T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

The air gets thicker with every tick of the clock, some cry rivers, some their tears block. Phone calls, some news, we can only wait on a Tuesday so blue. A soul so proactive, whose body lies in bed, one could only guess what thoughts are in her head. This is the eternal sunset of one big caring heart, between medicines and doctors, death’s playing with the darts. She’s one of the grandmas in danger of extinction, of the ones who dedicate their lives out of pure conviction. She took the role of a mother, twice in her lifetime, teaching everyone the power of love, always in primetime. Everyone gathers around her with love, waiting for a sign to come from above. Her temperature changes while her blood pressure decreases, kisses on her forehead and beautiful speeches. … I held her hand as her soul was leaving, some were afraid, but she was firmly believing. She’s changed her residence to live forever in our hearts. Physically separated, but we’ll never be apart. Love is forever, transcends space and time, her love was the purest, it was sublime. We loved you, we love you, we’ll love you. I loved you, I love you, and I’ll forever love you. An orchid left to wither https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/an-orchid-left-to-wither 2024-05-26T00:00:00Z 2024-05-26T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

He had me for a year, planting seeds of many fears, teasing ends that felt so near, to leave me drowned in my own tears. Some nights I screamed in silence, the room was flooded but I fought for balance, praying to God to give me some guidance, to revive the flames of a dying romance. My heart was an orchid left to wither, wanted a connection but got a tether. Doubts and insecurities made my sight red, and gave pain to my chest that’s hard to forget. I craved stability so much but my floor got weak, tiles broke with every word, so I shortened my speech. Kisses were rationed, even on my cheeks. The loss was obvious, more so every week. “Maybe if I contain myself to not bloom my emotions, fuck my very feelings, crying is not an option. Fake a smile and disconnect my core, to drown on the inside, that way he won’t get bored.” Is it fair to ask, what have I done to myself? Chasing love never ends up well. What’s felt is given, what’s not is faked… How long had I to endure ’til the other with another got naked? I’m recycling my tears to water my roots, moving through the cracks in a soil that’ll get me fruits. My leaves point to the sky searching for the sun, getting light for myself, there’s nothing to be undone. A missing gear https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/a-missing-gear 2024-05-10T00:00:00Z 2024-05-10T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Gone are the days when planning trips was a joy, booking experiences or full days without being coy. Where’s that person, what has he become? Or is it that his heart has worn out by losing crumbs? He’s not on pilot mode, neither on full steam. There’s a missing gear for this machinery to gleam. Is it something that comes with age, or is he taking refuge in his well-known cage? “I’m too mine to share myself” he used to say, now he craves to do so and match a new world one day. To find that missing line of code, to make his structured heart enter lover mode. Perhaps this person is only taking a pause, to resume such experiences once he’s found a new cause. Another motor for higher power, not an anchor to stop. His boat needs movement instead of the ropes to drop. Truth is he imagines more of what he lives, he used to receive less of what he gives. Beautiful hearts deserve the world, their feelings must be valued and not be forced to fold. Another one of his cars https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/another-one-of-his-cars 2024-05-02T00:00:00Z 2024-05-02T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

I was another car in his possession, one he discarded once was over his obsession. A brand new model with a vibran color, stimulating all his senses with a shiny cover. My engine sounded strong, felt like nothing on the road could go wrong. Except months went by and the first lights went on, the car wasn’t checked, dawn after dawn. Wasn’t a limited edition but a One of a kind, yet after those months I required extra gas to keep me around his mind. I had a soft inside and a delicious smell, but he wasn’t sure enough to fasten his seatbelt and avoid the bell. Another one of his cars, another one to count, I drove me out of his garage for my parts to dismount. A rebuild was needed after such wear and tear, I’m becoming full equipment, with no time to spare. Forgive myself https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/forgive-myself 2024-04-26T00:00:00Z 2024-04-26T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

It’s hard to pretend being cold despite all the overthinking, even more to pretend I don’t care despite all those nights drinking. A glass of wine, pen and paper to start, verses and rhymes trying to put those feelings apart. I can’t have more fuel, every now and then I think, but then it hits again so I return to ink. It’s not linear, it’s more like a roller coaster. I’m tired of this, could it go any faster? And the thing is, I don’t want to pretend. I need to forgive myself and this chapter end. But how can you end a chapter you felt so alive within yourself? By finding the strength to finally remove that book from the shelf. Remember the joy of the past, but keeping the feet on the present. One cannot forget all the pain but can make every day more pleasant. Fractures don’t heal instantly, moving on takes time. Reclaim one’s emotions to live and love with pride. A Poet lives https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/a-poet-lives 2024-03-20T00:00:00Z 2024-03-20T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

What is a Poet but a vessel for emotions? Both a participant and observer making of his muse the ocean. A Poet revisits his past and manifests his future, assimilates his reality and prepares for his wounds to suture. A Poet is a vast collection of feelings, is the one who knows that his expressions have no ceilings. The line between the Is and the What-ifs, the one who stares but never jumps from the cliff. Poets may be haunted by bad remembrances, but they don’t hold grudges despite all those chances. They transform chaos into peace, having the power to do so with every release. What is a Poet but a collection of regrets? A self-thought algorithm that learns from his mistakes. A genuine soul dedicated to reflection, one who deeply values every moment of affection. But a Poet does not always hold on to pain, he celebrates every happy memory grain. A Poet has the power to boost them all, like filling with beautiful blue roses one big hall. A Poet is lots of verses put together as a person, is both the lyrics and the melodies of his creations. A Poet moves through universes as he pleases, because with every visit he knows his experiences increases. A Poet is that being that does not avoid but feels, is someone who stares, is someone who grieves. A Poet has bigs dreams, just like big fears. A Poet laughs, but he also screams. Poets know that words may come any time, so they are always ready to empty their minds. Poets do so every now and then, because they need to make room for more feelings to land. What is a Word but the truth or a dare. What is a Verse but a force to repair. What is a Poem but the sun and the rain. What is a Poet but the beauty and the pain. A Poet is, a Poet feels. A Poet breathes, a Poet lives. Cheating pills https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/cheating-pills 2024-03-16T00:00:00Z 2024-03-16T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Have I been cheated before? I cannot answer that being 100% sure. Have I taken the cheating pills? No. The mere idea just gives me the chills. “That’s not me” I answer everytime that question comes to the table. Betraying someone’s heart. No, for that I’m not able. It is so difficult to find someone in these modern times, why would you even think about commiting such crime? Why is it common to hear they have cheated instead of the ones that have not? Perhaps about love and respect for the other have they forgot? Maybe I’m just old fashioned, but I believe in true love, the one that’s passioned. Once you have doubts, your relationship risks sinking. You notice changes in behavior that leave you questioning. Could that be true? Could this be happening? Could I be acting paranoid and just imagining? But why do they need to get to that extreme? Blink, and change their love’s color scheme. Turn a shining rainbow into a clouded storm, all of this for making cheating the new norm? Sweet memory https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/sweet-memory 2024-03-10T00:00:00Z 2024-03-10T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Oh sweet memory, you’re making me prisoner without committing a felony. Dates are just numbers, years are just cyclical, yet flashbacks come to my mind on the ones that are critical. Sweet sweet memory, you play me with the notes of your own melody. I’m just an actor following the lines, saying new phrases but feeling the old ones. My dear sweet memory, set me free from this same old territory. We both know the roads and all the signs, I want to walk calm without the fear of the mines. I’m thankful https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/im-thankful 2024-02-18T00:00:00Z 2024-02-18T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

I dream in lyric poetry, words come to my mind softly. They navigate through the chaos of my thoughts, fighting to being written, and tying the knots. It’s beautiful how art finds you when you need it the most. I faced my feelings right when I was feeling lost. But look at me now, building my world. One verse at a time, and word by word. I’m just a vessel, is the universe who owns these verses. I’m thankful for the emotions I can unfold, and wonder what other stories will be told. Debe ser emocionante https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/debe-ser-emocionante 2024-02-12T00:00:00Z 2024-02-12T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Me pregunto cuándo llegarás. No, en serio. ¿Por dónde andarás? No quiero sonar arrogante, pero tenerme de enamorado debe ser emocionante. I’m pure love and affection. I’m real and honest, and I’ll honor our connection. A veces temo que no llegues porque ya te he esperado mucho. “Aún estamos aprendiendo”, a mis voces internas escucho. But take your time… The universe is wise and it knows you’ll be mine. Sigamos caminando hasta que nos encontremos. Espero con ansias, tú y yo eventualmente nos conoceremos. Vacío https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/vacio 2024-01-21T00:00:00Z 2024-01-21T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

A veces no tengo emociones para escribir, y miro al vacío sólo por existir. Pero en medio de ese espacio, el arte me encuentra y me da un abrazo. Siento ese abrazo como un impulso, algo intangible a lo que le doy uso. Poco a poco voy encontrando palabras, formando estos versos que piden miradas. Con estas palabras salgo de ese vacío, sintiéndome poderoso como un navío. Termino este baile con una sonrisa, recibiendo algo que no llegó con la brisa. Vuelo https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/vuelo 2024-01-21T00:00:00Z 2024-01-21T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Siento que es tiempo de levantarme del suelo, mi corazón me pide que emprenda el vuelo. He visto el paisaje antes, pero me he acostumbrado a los ambientes calmantes. Y es que la comodidad es el peor enemigo, silenciosamente te va quitando todo el abrigo. Y cuando llega el invierno y sientes el frío, es demasiado tarde, ya todo es sombrío. Necesito elevarme para volver a ver la luz, aunque en el intento sienta el peso de una cruz. Pero es la etapa que me toca atravesar, para sentirme pleno, y volver a disfrutar. Resiliente https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/resiliente 2024-01-18T00:00:00Z 2024-01-18T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

A comienzos del año pasado mi terapeuta me decía “deja que la vida te sorprenda”. Aunque dubitativo y temeroso, cambié el chip y solté mi agenda. Sucede que me sorprendió demasiado y sufrí, la realidad se mostró tal cual y mucha ansiedad sentí. Me contraje, y me volví a esconder. Durante ese tiempo, pensaba mucho tratando de entender. Me imaginaba como un gato cuando toca el agua y huye, pero todo este tiempo ha pasado y ahora veo como todo fluye. Me gusta la idea de que la vida me sorprenda, pero también me gusta a ella sorprenderla. Y pues, ¡sorpresa, vida! Soy resiliente. Aunque siga temeroso, persisto en ser valiente. Dear candidate https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/dear-candidate 2024-01-16T00:00:00Z 2024-01-16T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Dear candidate, I hope these verses find you well. They contain some feelings that as of right now I want to tell. I like to play with words and channel some emotions, so, here are some thoughts for you to have a notion. But first please be aware, that I’m seeking a relationship where we’re both taken care of. I’ve always thought it’s more about forming a team, rather than you do you and I do me, which I consider mean. I’m not just another catch. I’m smart and live my life forgoing my own path. I’m interested in genuine souls, those who know who they are and for their lives have clear goals. Please, do not hold back. Paint your life with colors instead of having it all black. But know that sometimes even if it has neon I cannot see when someone’s trying to tell something unless they’re explicit with me. Oh, and I love dogs! In fact I have a Pinscher that I purely adore. I hope you love dogs too for they are heaven’s gift. Ever since I got one my days have had a lift. I’ve been hurt in the past, but I won’t let anyone again skip my feelings so fast. I’m a stronger person now, but my essence remains sweet. You’ll be welcomed to my candy shop if you also bring your treats. I’m waiting for a partner with whom I could meet new places, and in each one of them finding our own spaces. Do you like going out for food? I know a lot of places that trust me, are really good. Naturally it’s not always about going out. Sometimes it is good to stay at home without taking any route. We could watch some movies and make popcorn on the microwave, and turn the lights off, so we feel we’re in a cave. Dear candidate, Thanks for reading this far. These are all just glimpses of what we both could one day have. Are you interested in a application? Know that this will require quite some dedication. Química accidental https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/quimica-accidental 2024-01-10T00:00:00Z 2024-01-10T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

A veces me gusta soñar despierto, aunque eso implique flotar entre lo incierto. Soy un romántico, y a veces me dejo llevar, e imagino escenarios que podamos protagonizar. Uso la imaginación porque sólo allí puedo proyectar la serie que imaginaba entre nosotros podía pasar. Las ilusiones nacen emulando la vida, pero mueren al darse cuenta de que en tu corazón no hay cabida. En este punto no solo te he tirado los perros sino toda la perrera, pero me recortas de tu película tal como Warner hizo con Mera. Quizá me dejé llevar porque soy sentimental, y tal vez todo esto es sólo química accidental. Into the blue https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/into-the-blue 2024-01-08T00:00:00Z 2024-01-08T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

I’m navigating into the blue, alone in a boat that used to be full. Facing the waves in the ocean of life, Sometimes uneasy, sometimes alright. I’ve been accused of treating feelings like math, of being a robot instead of feeling my path. I can’t help the way I process and feel, praying every time I could keep the wheel. I see myself as an open-minded being, learning and growing with my mind freeing. My talents sometimes work against me, The cases they do, they pain me. I sleep to avoid feeling, hoping tomorrow I won’t be grieving. The people that left the boat, I can’t blame them at all. The strategy of the mystery https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/the-strategy-of-the-mystery 2024-01-04T00:00:00Z 2024-01-04T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Let’s be honest, everybody wants it. All of them want it to be fantastic. They all seek for true love, But at the first sign, they fly like a dove. They want the feeling to chase them, They want their bodies to tell them, But are too afraid to feel it, Fearing that they may kill it. That’s why gay dating is so fragile, And most men lose matches so agile. The strategy of the mystery, Never works and end up in misery. I salute and give honors To the men that show their true colors. The brave ones that are authentic, And have no intentions to fake it. Those rarities of the city, Those souls that are still pretty. Keep shining and shedding light, For others to follow you and do it right. Quiero https://denkschuldt.github.io/poems/quiero 2023-12-30T00:00:00Z 2023-12-30T00:00:00Z Denny K. Schuldt

Quiero que viajemos al infinito y más allá, y quiero que los dos brillemos de verdad. Quiero que nuestros asientos procuren estar juntos, y quiero que el destino siga uniendo nuestros puntos. Quiero que me mires y te enfoques en mi alma, y quiero que cuando te mire, todo me de calma. Quiero ser tu silencio en medio del ruido del mundo, y quiero que al hablarme, te escuche en lo profundo. Quiero ser aquel con el que compartas muchas risas, y quiero ver tu rostro disfrutando de las brisas. Quiero verte ser genuino ante la adversidad, y quiero acompañarte para darte serenidad. Quiero que me beses en mis días de amargura, y quiero que al hacerlo, mi pena tenga cura. Quiero abrazarte y unir todas tus partes, y quiero que me digas dónde duele para amarte.