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Smile in the mirror, and say it aloud to yourself. "Today is going to be a good day!" But the smile turns as rivers of tears push its tips down. One glance to the left, simply seeing a normal door is enough. I'm in a room - a bedroom, my own. It's all real and it means something. I'm living a good life, and I'm taking it for granted! Every day should be a good day! I'm not suffering anymore, so what's so special about today? What does it even matter now, the depression is coming on me like a wave pool. I'm already beginning to drown in the anxiety-- and then time clicks. Here I am, living a normal life, trying to figure out how normal people feel... I can't even decipher between a good, normal, or bad day. It always starts and ends the same with thoughts like these...
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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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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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This is probably my most ventful so far... So I apologize for the quality.
But, does anyone else ever feel like this? You get so happy about where you are in life today that you start feeling so thankful it leaves you depressed? That has been my life for the past few weeks.
(On the bright side, I think I'm finally done with crying myself to sleep because I have a bed to even do that in... It still makes me sad to think about, but it dosen't send me into a fit anymore. So, there's something good on this topic.)
But, does anyone else ever feel like this? You get so happy about where you are in life today that you start feeling so thankful it leaves you depressed? That has been my life for the past few weeks.
(On the bright side, I think I'm finally done with crying myself to sleep because I have a bed to even do that in... It still makes me sad to think about, but it dosen't send me into a fit anymore. So, there's something good on this topic.)
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I can't really relate.. sorry.
but i can relate to to the frustration with people.. it is hard to figure out the normal and i am still figuring it out. not everything though (thank god).
I imagine it would be more so when you aren't sure of how you feel about stuff. All i can say is to just keep trying on finding the answer.
but i can relate to to the frustration with people.. it is hard to figure out the normal and i am still figuring it out. not everything though (thank god).
I imagine it would be more so when you aren't sure of how you feel about stuff. All i can say is to just keep trying on finding the answer.