Ayer mi profesora especialista en psicoanálisis dijo que los mejores poemas surgen en crisis, porque son un mecanismo de defensa de nuestro cerebro para protegernos y enfrentar la situación.
Mujer de mucho conocimiento, verdad es pero no se limita a ello. Añado admirando cómo nuestro cerebro mismo nos defiende ante la vulnerabilidad para entre pensamiento y emoción actuar de emergencia ante una situación de diversas maneras. No obstante, esa ser siempre la única salida es perjudicial (un mecanismo de defensa) y no me refiero a escribir en un pepel. Al contrario, esto último es reformador, es arte, es el hombre muchas veces intentando formar un rompecabezas y en otras simplemente desarmar cad...
" How to impress a girl !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just keep your mouth shut, don't talk with her , stare blankly like a zombie at her face, don't smile "
I consider you one of the many
Loves of my life for almost eight years.
Now I can never forgive you for the things you have done,
But you still hold a crumb of my shriveled heart.
How to get old my love
Without you and your thoughts..
Still feel ur fingers holding my hands
When i am crossing roads
Without any fear or thinking twice
As i knew u were there to keep me safe
Throughout ny life ...
How to get old my love
Without you and your thoughts
Those tiny tears rolled down
When you broke down
And i was there to hug you tight and
Peck you to make u realise..
I may not share ur happiness but
I will never let him be alone
In his cries....
How to get old My Love
Without you and
Without your thoughts......
Dark side of Love
"Love is such a lie that make u have illusions of future that's never gonna happen, u build block by block of that illusion n it disappears a snap of a finger . It's gone and left with so many hopes n the memories of that illusion. Sometime it torture u for lifetime making it hard to trust anyone anymore. There is no love without trust. You learn never to love people n isolate"
You set the standards high up
i try to reach them up
i try and try but
i fail and fall everytime
i see the sigh that escapes your mouth
i see the disappointed look in your face
i give my best to reach them up
but my best is never enough for you
I'm tired of being a failure
i convince myself I'm a fighter
but there is no more fight left in me...
P.S ; Don't over burden yourselves with too many standards , it becomes toxic to your soul after certai point
No puedes obligar a nadie a amarte.
Así como tampoco puedes amar a alguien forzadamente.
El amor no conoce de mentiras ni de precios, por eso no puedes engañarlo ni comprarlo.
El amor se maneja solo.
Y cuando aparece,
solo te queda asentir y soltar.
Blinded by the colours you showed
Its hard for me to decide
Which are true or fake
My thoughts make me crazy
They say that i'm worthless and lazy
I'm stupid and ugly
Who would ever love me?
Oh and don't forget fat
"Just look at that"
I'm running in this maze of pain
Am I going insane?
Please I need help
I can't do this no more
My body is shaking and my legs hurt
How long have I been running for?
In this stupid maze
It's become a f*cking race
Between living and dying
But all I've been doing was just crying
I'm crying because I can't find a way out
And now the voices in my head are getting too loud
"Just sleep" is what they're telling me
So I closed my eyes
Untill I couldn't see
Sleep doesn't come when I need it to-
can't find a way to make it through-
the night is a crucible
and I pour all my emotions in.
I feel different every minute.
I run through the spectrum
and I melt down.
I melt down.
And this alloy I'm cast from
is weak and unstable,
brittle and buckling beneath the strain.
Nothing is holding me together.
I float away light as a feather,
heavy as a stone,
ten million contradictions swirl.
And sleep doesn't come when I need it to,
to melt all these cares away.
It's not for you to rail against this state-
you're the one who foresaw this fate.
You set the expiration date.
You don't get to rage.
If you want to be better, act better.
All these fits only upset her.
Just let it out in a letter,
pour the pain onto a page.
If you want to make a statement
about your sense of displacement
remember first what this grace meant
and stop acting like
the monster in the basement.
When couples argue they stop talking
to each other and they find someone else to share their problems with & end up breaking up.
That's the main issue nowdays. You should talk to your partner about the issues not to others. They hould be your everything. It's a Team Effort.
Forget Me Not !
Before we parted,
You said something broken hearted.
I'll remember you forever granted,
I'll even remember the heart ache.
I did hope we never have to be departed,
But you wanted to end what we had started .
And you kept your promise till the 10 months started,
But like I told you wouldn't remember me I hated being this smarted.
Now decades later that promise is discarded,
But I still remember you even tho it's hard.
I still whisper to the winds what you whispered before our last kiss
Forget Me Not
I tried to stay awake as late as possible. I wanted more time just lying there next to you, looking into your eyes. It's odd, if I'm being honest, that we spend so much time together right now and we still don't know the little details about each other. I know a little bit about your childhood, and the meaning behind one of your tattoos - probably the most meaningful tattoo in such a small form I have ever seen. I don't know how I really feel about you quite yet. I know you've read a little bit of my most vulnerable writing. You've shown me the music you've written. You have changed what I think of when I hear a certain song. You continually tell me I am beautiful, I am great, and that you do...
There is nothing more beautiful and sadder than looking in the eyes of someone you used to love and knowing neither of you feel the same anymore, and never will again.
- things change, so did we.
Ramblings, thoughts, feelings and such...
I swear I am probably the absolute worst at recognising cars and/or anything specific about any car in particular!
That being said there's a select few like the Gia Carmagia for one or certain Mustangs like the '92 Mustang (mainly because unlike other years, I absolutely hate the design that year!) I actually REALLY love Mustangs tbh and it's actually probably the only Ford model I'd ever care to own...not sure exactly why or what caused such a decided split in my preferences within a company, but it's there!
My point in mentioning any of this, or perhaps all of it, is to perhaps lend a sense of credibility to one singular statement...
... I ...
Like the sky never claimed the Sun, Moon and the stars as it's own,
I shall not claim my right over you, Love.
If feelings make you weak,
I will never mention anything but your strengths.
Since life doesn't stop for you and me,
Those secrets will forever be under the veil of the fog,