Tengo ganas de ser mujer tengo...
Muchas ganas de comer al mundo ....
Tengo ganas de comer ....
Es muy deprimente cuando le cuentas a una persona tu sentir, pero no le importa.
No le importa que estés triste.
No le importa que necesites compañía
No le importa que necesitas ayuda.
Simplemente se aleja y destrosa tu esperanza por buscar confort en personas que amas.
Sometimes it takes traveling thousands of miles away from home to embrace the truth. The truth of you finding solace and comfort in the thought that this time around, at the price of some emotional discomfort, you found a way to gracefully exit a situation that didn't help you grow. That even though you can see the good in people, you can also recognize a very familiar pattern and Red flags that present themselves in new situations with new faces.
There's nothing wrong with not conforming to breadcrumbs of effort and attention. To holding on to your dreams and aspirations. You know what you have to offer and there is nothing wrong with holding back and not expressing that until what you give...
Sometimes people need space not because they hate you but because they are trying to love themselves again!
Kissing you has ruined me and my ability to enjoy the taste of any other woman’s lips.
I see people, chasing their dreams, following their passion, courageously facing the struggles that come with venturing out into an unknown, unconventional territory, and I can't help but admire them, and be in awe. Now I know some of my friends and acquaintances who have refused to settle for the 'safe and conventional' career choices and are doing what they love to do. And all I see are how happy they are, albeit all the hardships they face. A couple of them are musicians, carving their way into the big league, with small, baby steps, some of them have taken up modelling as a career and their transformations are nothing short of Inspiring.
It's good to see that the conventional idea of a ...
I haven’t been very active due to college work, but here’s a poem that I wrote for my creative writing class!
Yellow sounds, tones, and brass
Several lips buzzing fast
Sliding up, sliding down
Moving arms all around
Ta-tas, not wah-wahs
Tone of voice should always awe
Glissandos clean and smooth
Two f’s you should not overdo
Solos, trios, orchestras, and choirs
Playing skillfully, you must acquire
Do not let go, or your slide may slip off
Memories made, but happiness lost
Show them your joy
Make them laugh
Make them smile
Dry their tears
Cry your own tears behind closed doors
Hold in your pain until their suffering is over
Muffle your cries so you don’t bother them
Be strong for them, but keep your weaknesses a secret.
~pretending to be flotsam~
bed sheet, a
white deserted beach
and I, barefoot
sketching clouds in the sand
while the waves keep coming in drowning my feet
as I lie abandoned
with the starfish
seaweed in my hair, shells
digging into my back, spring
from the mattress, telling
me, I can still feel
It's good to be back here on lettrs, after they fixed my problem! I've missed it a lot... It's time to start all over again!
Tenemos razones para querer regresar, pero nuestras ganas no se han topado por la puerta de atrás.
¿Qué es lo que estamos buscando entre tantos recuerdos?, ¿O será la vanidad de sentirnos jóvenes al recordar los pequeños universos creados alrededor de las tardes, que terminaban en amaneceres?
Tenemos momentos en el que nos encontramos en momentos más felices pero al volver a la realidad nos topamos con la infelicidad de lanzarnos lejos de lo que pudo ser nuestro hogar.
¿Nos queda algo más?,
¿Por qué nos resistimos a poner RESET en el corazón y volver amar?
¿Qué esperamos para volvernos a topar?
Ahora solo somos la puerta que no se cierra, ni abre.
Estamos parados, al pun...
What you desire.. and what you have,
Are two different worlds apart,
Your heart is kind,
Yet you have put it in a locked jar,
Fire that was once red and fiery,
Has diminished to blue embers..
Love has replaced itself with a broken heart...
Your soul is deep and heavy, with guilt shaping it's path..
You blame yourself for things you could not control to be your part,
Oh my love! one day, i believe, you will find your wings to become the pheonix rising from the dark..
M. B. K
Not quite yet am i homicidal
But far from being suicidal...
Very close to going crazy
Would have flipped out, but being lazy.
Too much shit on my mind
Wishing i could just hit rewind.
Trying hard to keep it together
Thank God my skins thick as leather.
Being heartless keeps from being broken.
By stupid fools who deserve a chokin'
Made it this far despite all the shed tears
Came all this way ignoring each of my fears.
Trying to hide from things in my past
Appear to be strong but how long will it last
Feeling alone in the middle of a crowd
No one hears my cries no matter how loud.
I can try to get help , i can try to reach out
But will anyone ever see what im talking about?
Achei que a monotonia fosse o problema. Que a rotina me sufocava e não aguentava mais fazer as mesmas coisas todos os dias e de fato, não era mentira: mas não era só isso. Tentei mudar tudo, virar meu mundo de ponta cabeça, mesmo assim continuei perdida. Fugia de certos problemas apenas para encontrar novos mais a frente, como se estivesse presa, enrolada em uma teia de aranha e não importava para onde eu fosse: sempre me via na mesma situação. Percebi então que o problema estava em mim, mas pra onde você corre quando é assim?
They say it happens. You grow and evolve and you just learn to survive in this big wild world.
But is it still fine when you don't recognise yourself at all?
Is it all fine when, you go with the flow and in the end, you just can't find your way?
Is it all alright you got all lost?
You feel you changed. But you don't want to be who you are now.
You want to be free.
Free from all.
Their perception of life, what they think you should be, it is imprisoning you.
You wish you were not judge for wanting to follow YOUR PATH.
But instead, you are just condemned to follow the trend and go with the flow in this big wild word.
Vos sabés que te he querido,
Sin querer saber acaso,
No espero que en un abrazo
Olvides que te he herido.
Pero no me odies te pido,
Porque soy muy poca cosa;
Y no mereces que tu alma hermosa,
Que tu corazón que es bueno
Se consuma en el veneno,
Que es un alma rencorosa.
Un ser humano llegó a pasar solamente 15 semanas en este mundo. Lo único que yo debía hacer era sentirme feliz y amarlo.
Pero se fue sin sentirse amado ni deseado, por mis miedos a tenerlo y mis miedos a perderlo.
"No lo quería," pero aparentemente sí lo quise, y ahora lo lloro, por arrepentimiento, por pena, porque no le dí amor estas pocas semanas que estuvo dentro de mí, las únicas que tendría en el mundo.
Deslizaste tus manos por sus hombros.
Bajaste por su cuello, besando, mordiendo, encajando tus ganas en ella.
Sus manos arrugaron tu ropa y la conciencia cedia ante la sensación.
Tus dedos recorrieron su espalda, sus muslos, su intimidad...
Tocaste fondo y volviste con un suspiro.
En tu mirada un brillo amargo y un sentimiento lejano.
¿Fue buena contigo?