Poems from Gustavo Alexander Rosales
Reading and writing help me stay out of trouble. I am from Watts, one of the most dangerous and poorest cities of Los Angeles.
I learned a woman’s heart ain’t no toy.
My darling my darling, please forgive me;
Your voice heals my wounds.
Seeing you broken was the...
Angry dragon formed up high,
Looking down upon the empty shadow city.
Asking; why can’t you fly?
The dreamer of dreams sleeps
and dreams for what is true,
It never changes your mind
it changes yourself.
That the lips are thrilled
to...
Summer died; Winter resurrected. I left the road to run through the diaphanous white and kept running till the mountains allowed a night....