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Pienso en mi cuerpo muerto por ahogamiento, mi alma rondando por la casa, el ruido de las gotas en el piso, he visto mi cuerpo pálido sobre una cama en mi encarcelamiento, he visto los días pasar por medio de una ventana pero no escribo. No escribo sobre el agua en mis pulmones, mis piernas con moretones, mis manos que tiemblan, mi pulso lamentable, no pienso en que hace mucho que no pienso. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
People grow up too fast right now, I feel like I'm late in my own life. Time passes too fast to understand, people kiss and break up a million times in a week and say I love you so many times to people they will never see again. It's just weird and for some reason i feel like i'm the problem sometimes. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
El café me sabe amargo cuando estás cerca, me sabe negro solo en tu presencia, el azúcar nunca es suficiente, la leche ya no entra en la taza, no puedo más. Las palabras me saben en otro idioma, las condimento para que sepan mejor, solo saben peor, nunca como cuando estás cerca. Las horas se me hacen lentas, los minutos se me hacen eternos, tiro mi reloj contra la » Continue Reading
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Los labios de mi vecino se mueven lento contra la boca de su novia un domingo en la madrugada, su novia suspira con una mano tapándole la boca, no valla a ser que alguien los descubra. Las manos de mi vecino recorren el cuerpo de su novia como si de un río se tratara, la sostiene con cuidado y la mira con calma mientras se acomoda el abrigo, ella se ríe mientras le hab » Continue Reading
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When a girl is stereotypically feminine she will always be seen as just that. No matter what she thinks, what she has experienced, her talent, her determination, her personality, her greatest achievements, she will never be more than a stereotypical girl to others. "Stereotypically feminine" women are constantly put down just for their tastes and treated as stupid or ridiculous as if wearing pink ... » Continue Reading
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She lives through daydreams, dreaming of babies and skys, flowers and lovers every night for life. She's losing it lately, dancing through the garden in the night, and float like she's flying through the sky like a swan. Oh, those damn daydreams, she jumped like she thought she could fly and fell on the roses in the night, my God. She lives in daydreams, dreaming of dying every night, flying and f... » Continue Reading
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When i was a little girl i wanted to be a ballerina, i dreamed of spinning on the ground under the light in a beautiful white suit. Now a ballerina spins in my head playing with my brain, making me cry under the light in a dark room. Sparkling tears run down my face, spinning on the floor of the cage. » Continue Reading
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My white socks have dirt stains on them, my hair is a mess. Tears run down my face, mascara follows them. My pink heels don't fit me right, one more reason to cry. Teen angst, religious mom, fake blonde, Electra Heart. Don't say I'm too young, don't know what i'm feeling, kiss, kiss, my love, tell me how to do, i'm just a virgin pure. » Continue Reading
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I have seen my life pass before my eyes through others as if I were in a closed room with a huge window where you can see the entire city. The city depresses me, always full of lights, full of movement, full of people coming and going with the breeze ruffling their hair and reddening their cheeks in the cold night that paralyzes my body, forcing me to press my forehead against the glass to observe... » Continue Reading
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