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Depression and anxiety
Are boa constricting vines
That no person deserves.
Any kind heart shouldn't
Wish thorned roses
In the minds of the innocent.
And those kept distantly close
Can only scream so loud
Whilst remaining as subtle help.
So here's my call,
Formed from every last ounce
Of my being,
And the worried energy
Of suspecting others.
Are boa constricting vines
That no person deserves.
Any kind heart shouldn't
Wish thorned roses
In the minds of the innocent.
And those kept distantly close
Can only scream so loud
Whilst remaining as subtle help.
So here's my call,
Formed from every last ounce
Of my being,
And the worried energy
Of suspecting others.
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
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
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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