Yo no escribo para recibir aplausos ni elogios...
Camino como cualquier otro entre vida y muerte cada día...
Lo simple y rutinario me acosa y asfixia como a ti...
Simplemente escribo y viajo por un más allá donde sólo yo me encuentro...
Es un iceberg en medio del vacío del Mar profundo mi existencia...
Acaso te suena conocido... Sígueme entonces hacia el reencuentro con lo más sublime de la Palabra inédita... Pero no esperes de mi prosa medida... Mi destino es el Caos y la Resurrección eterna... No me sobran palabras... No busco cuadrar en ningún esquema.... Hoy parezco desolación y mañana esperanza de un amanecer naciente.... Pero me confundo entre la muerte y la más sublime perpetuación de...
I've been working on reckless opinions
I've been waking up every night
I've been wrestling with inner demons
I've been trying to see through the light
I've been holding onto my false idols
She's been holding me by my side
It won't be too long till she notices
I've been wasting her precious time
But lord, she knows I got no answers
I cannot confess to my crimes
I know I've been living life a sinner
I've been trying to change what's mine
I've been sailing through troubled waters
She's been turning them into wine
She's been waiting here for her savior
But I won't ever be the saving kind
She won't ever forget me
She won't ever forgive me
I’ve always been an indecisive type of person. This was shown through the mass amounts of hobbies I had growing up, how easily I would give up on them when something cooler caught my eye. I’d be entertained until a certain point and that was the end. My mom hated this, she always complained when I wanted something new I’d seen on television or on youtube, I needed it then and I wouldn’t let no be an answer.
I guess this eventually squeezed it’s way into my everyday life, including high school. I’d been told all my life that I needed some sort of plan, a career for when I’m finished and I needed it early so that I could plan accordingly.
My freshman year was the most relaxed. I was g...
The warm invade her face.
She didn't want to imagine a life
with that heartbit in her ear in a future.
"The future" she thought,
what a spoild unpredictive thing,
part alive and part dead and unexisting.
So she didn't say anything.
He just holded her in his arms "life is so rare" he thought. Just like that, he knew It;
that was love.
I know you have been watching over me since you've been gone. Some days I wake up and I can smell your perfume. You were taken from us way too early. You put up one hell of a fight. I didn't want to be selfish so I had to let you go. Please forgive me for that. I love and miss you to the moon and back. Always.
The funny thing about poetry
Is that the beauty is in how you can tell how you fell
But that's not pretty enough.
Because feelings don't rhyme
Because nothing pretty will come from you
Even if it's about how you feel
You are never enough
Todos podemos ser hombres pero pocos seran caballeros y muchas seran mujeres pero algunas son damas
Caballeros nunca busquen una princesa si antes asegurarte de que tienes una corona que ofrecer
Whiskey on ice..
The warmth in the air..
Music playing quietly..
Time spent waiting for you..
Where are you?
I sit there on the pavement bleeding clawing at any paramedic that tries to save me. I keep screaming at them to save him but they say it's too late. In that moment that we fell I saw the past, present, and the could have been future. We fell from grace and into this never ending hell. This was not how the story was suppose to end. My love would find a love worthy of him and I would join my angel in heaven. I wouldn't have to chase after a love that wasn't mine anymore. No more pain, no more suffering, no more me.
It's too late now.
He's gone, they say.
I'm bleeding out, but it doesn't matter,
He's gone now,
My soul mate,
My other half.
I guess I should tell you how I got to this poin...
When I looked at you , after all this time, it was like looking in the past, a life wasted.
If this is insanity than this is quite nice... A sane mans haven a blind mans life... On the edge of a cliff... On the edge of a rope... I heard sanity is quite the bore... Yet insanity is clarity and all I could ask for and more... You tell me to 'get real' I'll ask you if your insane! Because I'm insane and it's quite lovely... And being sane is inhumane!
Contigo descubrí que sólo quería estar contigo, que nadie podía remplazarte y que nadie me hacía ver el color del mundo como tú
You wouldn’t find anyone like me, and I bet the hatred that you carry in your chest today, is the way to keep me alive in your memories.
No, I am not a narcissist. But I know for sure that I was the best of ‘Me’ with you, believe me sometimes I miss myself; the self which I was in your arms.
So, my love, it was the beauty of your love that me the one that we both miss today.
Pero el tiempo pasa, y yo igual
Suspirando por tu recuerdo añorando tus besos, sin dejar que el tiempo haga lo suyo.
Como dejarte ir de mis pensamientos si solo ahi puedo verte.
Be the way you're,
overcome whatever negativity try to grasps...
stay positive... be patient...
Work hard in silence and put your best efforts...
let your success be your noise.
To the friend who became more
I hate you.
I hate myself.
I hate us.
I hate how you weren’t 100% honest with me.
I hate how unsure you were when it came to me.
I hate how you kept pulling me in.
I hate that you kept pushing me away.
I hate that I let myself think it was okay to be second.
I hate how long it’s taking me to get over this.
I hate how much I’ve opened up to you.
I hate how I convinced myself that the way you were treating me was okay.
I hate that despite all of this, I still fell in love with you.
But most of all.. I hate how we let ourselves ruin us.