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Wind blows
Harsh icy
Breezes.
Outside,
The snow
Reveals
A story;
My heart
Speaks,
Emptied
Of love.
Emotions
Blow wild
In icy winds
Found in
Hell's depths.
Harsh icy
Breezes.
Outside,
The snow
Reveals
A story;
My heart
Speaks,
Emptied
Of love.
Emotions
Blow wild
In icy winds
Found in
Hell's depths.
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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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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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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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When you're so hurt and broken that you can spend a moment contemplating the way the snowstorm outside is like your heart. The way that your heart has been through so much Hell that all that's left is a barren cold...
I don't necessarily mean relationship sort of love that most immediately assume. I mean that, family love, etc. Specifically, for me, who else shall I write about but my mother whilst referring to our treacherous relationship as mother and daughter.
I don't necessarily mean relationship sort of love that most immediately assume. I mean that, family love, etc. Specifically, for me, who else shall I write about but my mother whilst referring to our treacherous relationship as mother and daughter.
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The nostalgia of winter can reaaly touch our hearts, doesn't it?