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Fireflies, glimmering like the moon above -
Dancing around a child’s outstretched hand
As they try to capture pieces of the magical night
Natural lights creating an evening of shine,
Trapped in jars to save their glorious light
Captured now, before temporary ends -
For beauty isn’t an object that lasts forever
The little darlings’ light holding precious dreams,
Keeping them safe from the delicate dangers
That create the dark surrounding their bedsides
Dependable shines of light to ward off the fears,
Exhaustion overwhelms the little ones whilst
The bugs’ lights begin to weaken as they drift
Under their own magical spell of slumber
As darkness overcomes the shining lights,
It turns to peace in a world of make believe
Where fireflies rule; from the night to day
An open place for our fireflies of light,
Dancing about as they grant us the wish
To live forever in these very moments,
And to never grow out of their glow
Dancing around a child’s outstretched hand
As they try to capture pieces of the magical night
Natural lights creating an evening of shine,
Trapped in jars to save their glorious light
Captured now, before temporary ends -
For beauty isn’t an object that lasts forever
The little darlings’ light holding precious dreams,
Keeping them safe from the delicate dangers
That create the dark surrounding their bedsides
Dependable shines of light to ward off the fears,
Exhaustion overwhelms the little ones whilst
The bugs’ lights begin to weaken as they drift
Under their own magical spell of slumber
As darkness overcomes the shining lights,
It turns to peace in a world of make believe
Where fireflies rule; from the night to day
An open place for our fireflies of light,
Dancing about as they grant us the wish
To live forever in these very moments,
And to never grow out of their glow
Literature
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
Literature
Zapatista
She was an undead bloodhound—
She was a cement mixer dressed up like a martini glass
Let me tell you she
She couldn’t snap her fingers, thank God
I don’t believe in genies but this one,
If she could snap those fingers, you’d give her all three.
Can’t tell you where she is now
Didn’t get a forwarding address
Or a number, really
Just an old-fashioned girl, in some ways
Hippy necrofascist trombone player in others, you know?
Literature
The Best Me
I want to be a better me
Someone who cares more
Hates less and embraces happiness
I want to feel complete
Find the piece I'm missing
A smiley face jigsaw puzzle
I want to look her in the eyes
Without a word know, This is true love
Her fingers cheerfully nestled between mine
I want you to know
The best me, is me with you
It's always been you, beautiful
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Truth of a Firefly's Glow Fireflies, glimmering like the moon above -
Dancing around a child’s outstretched hand
As they try to capture pieces of the magical night
Natural lights creating an evening of shine,
Trapped in jars to save their glorious light
Captured now, before temporary ends -
For beauty isn’t an object that lasts forever
The little darlings’ light holding precious dreams,
Keeping them safe from the delicate dangers
That create the dark surrounding their bedsides
Dependable shines of light to ward off the fears,
Exhaustion overwhelms the little ones whilst
The bugs’ lights begin to weaken as they drift
Under their own magical spell of slumber
As darkness overcomes the shining lights,
It turns to peace in a world of make believe
Where fireflies rule; from the night to day
An open place for our fireflies of light,
Dancing about as they grant us the wish
To live forever in these very moments,
And to never grow out of their glow
And favorite the one on her profile as well.
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