London, United Kingdom, Photo Taken by Me

A poem from my youth

Open your eyes whilst shutting mine,
Take out a cigarette and place it in my mouth.
Listen to my words while I don’t speak.
To my heart,
To my eyes,
To my soul,
To you.
Because you,
There and alone,
Are my everything.

Maybe one tear ran down my cheek.
Maybe two.
I can’t remember.
Crying was not part of the plan.
But why?
Why was there a plan?
The plan is what made innocence guilty
and irrational.

I guess it was simply my rotten self
that could not let you feel.
The one that wanted me to be a man.
And…


London, United Kingdom — Photo taken by me

Thoughts from my leisure

Life is just a trail on nonexistent possibilities.
It’s not karma,
It’s not fate.
This is much worse.
Much more harmful.
A little bit more dead.

Perhaps I broke the unattended
intentions I had.
Have I ever been this lonely?
Have I ever felt this way?
Or is this just a constant suffering
I made up in my head?
But this story isn’t anyone else’s.
Its ending’s not anyone else’s fault
but mine.

The stories I made up to be happy
never made sense.
An amateur work of fiction I told myself.
I never truly believed it.
I just hoped one day…

Mauricio Mireles

Mexican filmmaker who lives in London and likes writing poetry. All pictures taken by me. https://vimeo.com/user24589036 https://www.instagram.com/maumireles/

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