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Daring oneself to continue on to the
Rarest of depths as we all begin to
Open up to the water as it gorges,
Washing away the sins that have
Now brought us to this very place.
Dreams have already crashed,
Rendered to burn in their little
Obligated Hells in which we
Wonder how we escaped so
Narrowly with this chance.
Dying bit by bit while
Racing water takes
On our souls and
Wakes us up to
Nothing ~
Rarest of depths as we all begin to
Open up to the water as it gorges,
Washing away the sins that have
Now brought us to this very place.
Dreams have already crashed,
Rendered to burn in their little
Obligated Hells in which we
Wonder how we escaped so
Narrowly with this chance.
Dying bit by bit while
Racing water takes
On our souls and
Wakes us up to
Nothing ~
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Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
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La caja (algun dia)
Tirada en el patio esta la caja, sin etiquetas ni marcas, una simple caja. Todos pasan, pero nadie mueve a la caja, estática e inerte percibe los pasos, esos pequeños murmullos que la hacen recordar que no está sola y aun así el abismo continua.
En todos sus años de caja esta ha estado cerrada, pues ningún hombre ha decidido hacerse cargo de la solitaria caja, la cual carga con su contenido en el exterior; una caja inversa quizás será.
No tendremos remedio que contar que esa caja olvidada por todos más presente no podría estar, es el ombligo del mundo. Tras de ella se esconde la línea qu
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apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
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Inspired by "Goin' Down" by Three Days Grace.
I've been sitting here for the past two hours listening to them trying to make up an acrostic. And I've been doing that action on and off for about two weeks now.
I can now say I'm proud of the turn out, the style was interesting and fun.
I've been sitting here for the past two hours listening to them trying to make up an acrostic. And I've been doing that action on and off for about two weeks now.
I can now say I'm proud of the turn out, the style was interesting and fun.
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Nice poem. The visual effect came out nicely