Cognitive Dissonancesubdued by thoughtsamid tryingto force an oceanthrough a strawreleasing onlyseemingly reiterationswhile hammeringfor somethingdesperately tryingto escapeawake duringvespertine morningscocooning to somethingvague and mewaiting toreveal itselfand build roomfor duo transformationsterrifyingbut real and lovelyand lovingfrustration of simplicityinside acomplex discordanceSCREAMsigh
Insomniaongoing internal conversationscloud what reality is slowlysinking out of menight shrounded in thoughtsand thoughtsand overanalyzationsdistracting the unconsciousfrom drifting into dreamsand crippling the dayupon wake
.smiling rays,i drop a cliff note onperspective and changingframes hangingpieces by theletter fallingcloser in themidst of post-daylight frequenciesonlooking longerat the clamoringdaydreams softspoken screechesand bellowingwhispers in pre-starlit afterthoughtswild and transparentdeciding days ofornamental lifetrying forplaces stuck inwaysides bendingthough cul-de-sacentryways ending inauthentic life
Born and RebornCrystalline screamsechoing out of theorifices of my skinseeping out syrupy liesand malignant paradoxesfrozen in the wavesof tranquil idiosyncrasiestrapped in a cageof flesh and feverishbrain cells by degreesdeveloping fromwaste to procreationsin the deep facetsfilling spaces withfetal thoughts and infancybecoming ever-increasinglyborn and reborn
MeMirrors reveal a faceso unfamiliarAnd a bodyso foreignThis flesh is minebut it is not meThese eyes are mineand with them I seebut they are not meBreathing in and outHeart beating throughoutA body that is minebut not meWhen you look at this face,it's not me you seeBut when you read these wordsyou see me
The Truth and Fallacy of WordsSyllables and soundsformingWhat our heartbeats say with everythumpRelieving the vibrations of ourthroatEchoes through theireardrumResonates in thesternumReciprocates andprocreatesWith the same desperateVowels andconsonants
MonsterThat bony smile across his facea sight to take your breath awayas time erupts and slips its pacea noose of stars that went astrayslips down the sky to find its place.He said he roamed too far afieldthat all his pleas were spurned and shunnedthe hands of god refused to yieldThey only left him dazed and stunnedwith fleshy wounds that never healed.So now he haunts the fields and fensand calls the narrow ways his home.The secrets that no man can ken,the buzzards bleat a wretched droneand turn their backs on drowning men.
TnM - Reincarnation of Love Capitulo 1Marie PovPude sentir que algo se aproximaba, que mi respiración se aceleraba de una manera increíble algo malo iba a pasar, volteé con angustia para descubrir que Tommy estaba caído en el suelo, sentí como las lágrimas caían de mis ojos, fui directo hacia él. Lo cogí entre mis brazos apoyando su cabeza en mis piernas dobladas; traté de pronunciar palabra pero ninguna salió de mi boca, volví a tratar de decir algo está vez si pude.- T-Tommy – hable por fin, se escuchaba casi como un susurro - ¿Q-Quien te hizo esto?Él solo me miro por unos instantes entre triste y desolado, al verlo así no pude evitar cerrar mis ojos y llorar, pero en un instante sentí como una mano acariciaba mi mejilla de una manera suave y linda, regresé a mirarle.- ¡Ey…! – suspiró – Sabes que no me gusta verte llorarMe dio gracia en ese instante y solo di una carcajada- Eso, así
Your storyWhat is it?What makes you you?What placed that iridescent fire into your heart?Who placed it,and who held it there?Tell me your story..and I will tell you mine.
Writers..are simply,Observers of Humanity.
MankindWe’re all just worthless,Pointless,Careless type of people,Who wants to be consumed by evil.We could ignore the chances of being equal.Hating is what we choose, knowing it’s lethal —A virus is within a needle.We pierce it into our skins, expecting some sort of sequel,Wanting our drug to make the world peaceful,Forgetting that the world will only be hateful.Wars against our neighbors are frightful,Expanding our pitiful beliefs of being fearful.How naïve are we to be so hurtful?Yes, just let us murder children with words but say “we’re being insightful” —Stupid, idiotic,Moronic,So blinded but we can still see.We can’t develop sympathy, empathyFor the possibilityOf eventually being able to seeWhat cannot be seen by humanity —Mankind is just ugly creatures,Monsters of the past and the future with new featuresThat created these proceduresTo hate, to rage, to fight,Blocking the weak sight.When will we learn
The World Within My CityThere's another world within my city,Where people cry and sleep on stone,They scavenge and beg for food and water,But in the end they always die alone.I think once they were just like me,They didn't deserve to end up like this,But now they're oppressed and I'm free,It was taken out of their hands it wasn't their choice.However, it was their life that was stolen,In the blink of an eye they lost everything,Most can hear that old, rotting bell tollin',For now they sleep broken, and on the streets.They rolled the dice, and got snake eyes,We hardly feel anything towards them but pity,As we pass them by and they silently watch,I hope they find the world outside my city.
SanguisGrotesque have faults demanded climbAnd surpassed the need to ask their placeWhile windowless columns collapsedDeluge burn second scores in traceMeridians bisected meetFor caps have dragged responding tillsNow harvesters live by the axeFor valley walls picked clean have fillsCorralled to anarchy for scrapsThe holes claim amany scavenged trailJoyous in earnest waiting passTo falls of broken wailsGregariousness glued their fateOne plate atop its pillarGlass lips all stain the path of oneWho gives to their creatorIn junction of the gimbal's ringA continuous moroseA faceless sadness unableTo show it short expressWould cliffs trip wheels on lightened hallHave axles off their rutsThe easiness to turn their flowStemmed by what shall abutA vehicle passengers pileEvicted into sudden voidLets clattering the turns bestillSo road has loss the long employedNow mill pound earth flakes from its bedThe tiles jam bringing its endAs circulates the sounding bleakAnd tenebri
Little Desert TownWelcome to our little town, in the desert deepWhere strange lights pass over us, while we all pretend to sleepWhere creeping dread and mystery is everything you feelWhere angels are like mountains - as in, they're both not realLet's first head to Big Rico's and have a slice to eatOr we have something else for lunch, if it doesn't contain wheatDo you see that helicopter? If it's black, then it's okayBut if it happens to be yellow, scream and run awayDo you see that house nearby, the one that isn't there?It once swallowed a scientist with perfect, perfect hairLet's visit Tamika Flynn, the bravest girl in townShe once vanquished a librarian, completely on her ownYou want to see the dog park? Good God, what's wrong with you?Nobody ever leaves alive, except maybe one or two.Our weather here's the best thing that you will ever hearIt has the finest melodies, so soothing for your earsLet's go visit Old Josie, and her friend Erika – with KHer cookies taste angelic, her s
I belongI am feeling love deep inside my core.Tenderness, compassion, what else could be more?All this makes me gentle yet strong,and believing here I rightfully belong.~Petra
LoveOh, loveI know not howThe Heaven's aboveBreathe that vowIn which all life,Sings without careSweetness in thePalpitating airWhen shall it rainDown from the skiesTo relieve the yearningOf my deepest cries?