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She's a psychopath.
She fills her bottle
With hearts of rage,
Smiles and laughter -
It bursts in your face.
A psychopath...
Her leaking bottle
Pouring memories,
Closing the cap -
Drowning victims.
And you?
She is a bottle
Already bursting,
Loving your pain -
But you love her,
Anyway.
Congrats,
You're in love
With a psychopath.
She fills her bottle
With hearts of rage,
Smiles and laughter -
It bursts in your face.
A psychopath...
Her leaking bottle
Pouring memories,
Closing the cap -
Drowning victims.
And you?
She is a bottle
Already bursting,
Loving your pain -
But you love her,
Anyway.
Congrats,
You're in love
With a psychopath.
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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Adios
Son las seis de la mañana y el aire comienza a enfriar los cuerpos que se encuentran en el andén; apenas es verano pero el frío no perdona a los foráneos. Vapor sale de las ventanas que se encuentran junto al viejo reloj que hace mucho dejó de emitir el tic tac que anunciaba el próximo llegar de los convoyes. El concreto del edificio hace que las plataformas luzcan más frías y lúgubres de lo que deberían. Gris y noche hasta donde alcanza la vista. Los olores de la tierra empapada por la lluvia aún cuelgan en el aire esperando quien los acoja.
Las máquinas estáticas que esperan
Literature
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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I made some edits from the version in my journal.
Comment for Thought: I guess one could say that we're all crazy - right? But I feel there's a difference when you're a pain-loving bottle of leaking fuel for a firey anger. And that is a consequence to keep in mind if you always bottle your emotions. We're human and at some point we're simply going to break.
Comment for Thought: I guess one could say that we're all crazy - right? But I feel there's a difference when you're a pain-loving bottle of leaking fuel for a firey anger. And that is a consequence to keep in mind if you always bottle your emotions. We're human and at some point we're simply going to break.
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I like the ending better in this edited version. We are all crazy, yes, and bottling up emotions never helps.