“Bed” by Alan Valle Monagas

The coldness of the outside world is comforting,
As long as we are on our square-springboard mattress.
A silky-smooth cover, becomes our second skin,
We rub our heads and faces against the pillow,
We remember we were once children, a willow
In a womb – our desire to sleep is rooted at birth,
We act like cats, in our substitute circumstance.
Like royalty inside of our sacred-chambers,
Until we remember, we’re not the only members.
We must wake from our dreams, dress, and leave
Our obligations.

Bring company over, an other’s flesh to feel warmer,
Even if our world gets colder.
If you stay too long, my friend,
You are only calling an early doom, the End.


“Icaros” by Alan Valle Monagas

It all started outside the bar,
Swills and banter with the boys.
All of a sudden, he approached,
A lonesome and cute puppy.

Lovely lost little baby.
Brave, red collar around his neck.
No name, no number.

I grabbed him,
Took him with me,
To save him,
Find him a home.
And even though,
Everyone loved him –
Everyone just said no.

A week later,
I gave him to my grandma.
A week later,
She gave him back to me.

My aunt convinced her,
To reject the pup.
When I arrived there,
He was in a box.
When I picked it up,
It broke,
And she laughed,
It was a foul prank.

I remember the way,
He licked my arm,
While I was petting him.

My beautiful beast
With light brown fur
and white spots,
Around his jaw
And on his paws.

I wish you were here,
Little baby I caressed
While he rested
Comfortably on my chest.

It finally happened.
I was on my knees,

He tried to cross a road
Prancing to his savior,
But a car was coming.
And I saw him mangled.

It was too much.
Having to lift him up,
His broken bones,
As his ribs shifted
Between my fingers.
He was crying.

And I cried and cursed,
As loud as a man could.
The entire neighborhood heard,
And the person who ran him over
Stopped, and sped off.

He was still alive,
I put him in a box
And drove to the vet,
To end his life.

I yelled at God and Satan,
Whoever demanded his sacrifice.
I don’t want your love.
You allowed the Devil to laugh,
Beside our broken bodies.
Why didn’t I keep him in a leash?
No one to told me to.
Why didn’t I keep him in a leash?

I no longer have him,
To keep me warm at night.
His beautiful loyalty.
Loved him more than anything.

He always ran to my side.
His front paws on the side
Of the bed, he wags his tail
And cries for me, to help him.

I can’t do anything else,
Just bend over and cry.
Red and white lights strobe outside,
An ambulance, for my neighbor.

Alan Valle Monagas

“Drake” by Alan Valle Monagas

We drove around the city, frantically
Fearful of every bump in the road.
Looking for a clinic, a sign
For anybody that could save his life.
Nobody answered, harsh lights
A Holiday night, the time
Acted against us.
Wounded past eleven
Missed the mark by minutes
We were left helpless,
With no other choice
Everything was closed
Except for his wounds,
We went back home,
Grabbed gauzes and strings
Mercury and adhesives
In our quiet desperation
While our hands trembled
Medicine dripping and spilling.
When we finally grabbed
A good look at his wounds,
We could not believe
What we were seeing.
Skin ripped from the neck, stomach, back
All exposed flesh, meat like brains
Profusely spilling his blood.
A bite that tore
And revealed his insides
On his right hind leg
Deep enough to fit
A thumb and knuckle in.
What I felt that night
Was difficult to describe.
God likes playing jokes,
And we can blame ourselves
All we like, or we can learn
From mistakes, and avoid
Our same suffering.
We learned this was the best,
To avoid heartaches and pain,
To protect the life of our loved ones
Truth be told, to protect ourselves
From our misery, when we face Death
Knowing our loved ones won’t be around
To cheer us up, drown our loneliness
Of an ‘I’ left as a witness
Cursed consciousness,
Everything is perfect as it is.
Chaos’ distress,
When money becomes worthless,
Cannot buy treatment
For family, close to death.

When our last moments are spent
Collecting bloodstains
On our clothing, from holding
Them close. Warmth,
Try and make their last moments
A comfort through their torment.

If only I had knowledge,
To stand up to this God’s reign,
To stitch your open wounds.
Life demanded it be you.

God persists,
Demanding sacrifices,
Which should not even exist.

Alan Valle Monagas

“Market” by Alan Valle Monagas

Every day, after school,
Bryan stood outside.
He waited for his ride
Away from the idiots.

When I heard he died,
I thought he took his life.
He was bullied and unhappy,
Like many others before him.

With his death, a curtain lifted,
Revealing hidden details,
A closet’s oblivion,
He was gay.

He died sitting on a chair,
Complaining of headaches.
His mother looked away
For a second,
When she turned back
Bryan was dead.

We must remember.
Life is short-lived,
But memories last forever.

“Dream” by Alan Valle Monagas

I’ve been trying to forget her,
For the past eight months.
I’ve been trying to forget her,
God gives me no luck.
I’ve been sent here to suffer.
To learn from Cain’s mistakes.
I’ve been told that life is a dream.
Children of Palestine,
I’ve cried over news of their death,
Society considers me a wreck.

I’ve been dreaming about her,
Even when she’s far away.
Seen her at the side of a road,
All alone.
I walked out of a moving vehicle,
Past the lovable liar and Jonathan,
Shook hands to greet the Mormon,
Arrived at the bar, our paths crossed.
We looked into each other’s eyes,
I walked over, an imp arrived first.
Nothing her words could not deter.
He disappeared, then we spoke. Her relationship,
With her girlfriend, was on the rocks,
Her ménage’e’troi with Edgardo,
Went awry.

If only our dreams went on,
Infinitely. If they were indications,
Of a future that exists or develops,
In alternate realities, and galaxies.
Our spirits and minds occupying
Different vessels across time.
Apartment buildings filled to the brim.
Family, sharing drinks and drugs,
A house shared between me and her,
With bright lights and mirrored doors.
In that island paradise. Endless
Bonfires, music festivals.
Living merrily, lacking nothing,
Everyone happy, fulfilled and equal.

Alan M. Valle Monagas

“Weight of Her Words” by Alan Valle Monagas

We lose sight of the beauty,
Surrounding us in our lives.
Eyes that waver to the ground,
Are we afraid to look around?

You asked why I was laughing,
At our dinner table,
Mentioning how we were drunk,
Two complete wrecks,
Well, I laughed because I was
Unarmed, the world seemed to stop,
Staring into each other’s eyes;
All our problems had died.

We wander around the world,
Attached so closely to others.
Hoping they match with an idea
Or a figure we have created,
In the depths of our minds: fantasies
Some of which die in time, but others
Fortify, like the glow in her eyes.

Some people fall in love through passion,
Bonds based upon instincts and actions.
The sensation of a stranger’s touch,
Is there any other honest rush?
What happens to their flame afterwards?
Will it burn once they’re familiar?

Some of us walk alone but fulfilled,
Aware we don’t need other people
To reach our own greatest potential.
A lonely minority that tries:
To forget feelings that are crucial,
Humans, we are all mammals inside.

Some individuals remain torn cold,
Between their loneliness and the world.
They fall for the first one who ‘listens’,
Hoping it’s not just part of an act.
They form these false fantasies and dance,
In an aching one-sided romance.

Search in your heart, you know it’s true.
Loving a friend with endless passion,
Where a familiar touch ignites
A solace, unbeknownst to light.
Like a cool breeze, love tends to revive,
In the moments you are by their side.

We miss sights of red roses
And hesitate to lay down.
Blind to the stars above us
And the moments we have found.

Nothing I hear from others
Carries the weight of your words.
Road signs and green lights,
Conducting us farther and closer.

Alan Valle Monagas

“Forest’s End” by Alan Valle Monagas

They have been buried
Now. Broken they rest.
Life has gone and hurried,
You said it would be best.

Conversations never cease,
Despite the crashes behind us.
The dead claw their grave and weep,
In awe of what drove us.

These eyes saw behind your mirrors’,
Crossed your persona, like a river.
Your world became clearer,
And naturally, you became dearer.

Gorgeous, green iris, dim forest.
A buried man traveled inside
To see what they left behind.


A cub without a mother,
Loses faith in lovers.

These daunting eyes
Shine a soothing light.
An innocence so charming
It incites my deepest frights.

At the site of forest’s nest
You said “it would be best,
To keep silent,” at ends.

Alan Valle Monagas