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It looked ay me again.
It! who ripped me apart,
Artery by every artery
Pumping within my heart.
I must say, the blood runs
Steaming hot in a world
Where your body is left
Crumpled at my feet,
The same way you left me
Ad I begged for forgiveness
& Hoped to have you back -
I hope life is Hell & that -
Nevermind, that would mean
Living at home with Satan.
The same being who began
Troubles for the first couple,
But even Adam & Eve
Loved better than we.
It! who ripped me apart,
Artery by every artery
Pumping within my heart.
I must say, the blood runs
Steaming hot in a world
Where your body is left
Crumpled at my feet,
The same way you left me
Ad I begged for forgiveness
& Hoped to have you back -
I hope life is Hell & that -
Nevermind, that would mean
Living at home with Satan.
The same being who began
Troubles for the first couple,
But even Adam & Eve
Loved better than we.
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
Literature
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
Literature
Rimas de Ana
Escribiré una poesía que sea conmovedora
Una que te acerque a tu lado más sensible
Y eche luz sobre tus sentimientos en sombras
Una poesía compleja, pero de versos simples
Para que quede grabada en tu memoria.
Solo soy un poeta con un lápiz próximo a morir
Esta será la última creación del grafito
Si tu lees su composición, su deceso tendrá sentido
Y mi instrumento obtendrá un final feliz.
Así que escucha lo que tengo que decir
Porque hay belleza en los últimos suspiros
Belleza cuando se está cerca del abismo
Belleza cuando se trata de ti.
A veces te hablo sin ning
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Day Two of Seven: Rage ~ Valentine's Day 2015
Once you're damaged, sometimes it's easier to take the rage out and blame regrets on the one who caused it all.
Once you're damaged, sometimes it's easier to take the rage out and blame regrets on the one who caused it all.
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Rage is just a way to let out frustration. Not the best way but it works