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In a mindset
Where sleeping is my fear,
Not because of the nightmares,
But because of missing things...
But what? What's there to miss?
In a mindset
Made up of Hell's reality
Even when everything shines
With this luminate perfection,
But it's so thin... Fragile...
In a mindset
With music as my world with
Daydreams threatening to break
As when I reopen my eyes -
It's all gone, disappeared
In a mindset
In which casual words, nonexistent
Refuse to break the seam of mind
And speak to others, but rather
Sit at the tip of my tongue,
Too normal, too right, to be heard
Living with an
Offset
Mindset
Even though "living"
Doesn't feel like
Living,
But only an existence...
Existing
Where sleeping is my fear,
Not because of the nightmares,
But because of missing things...
But what? What's there to miss?
In a mindset
Made up of Hell's reality
Even when everything shines
With this luminate perfection,
But it's so thin... Fragile...
In a mindset
With music as my world with
Daydreams threatening to break
As when I reopen my eyes -
It's all gone, disappeared
In a mindset
In which casual words, nonexistent
Refuse to break the seam of mind
And speak to others, but rather
Sit at the tip of my tongue,
Too normal, too right, to be heard
Living with an
Offset
Mindset
Even though "living"
Doesn't feel like
Living,
But only an existence...
Existing
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
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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
Literature
La souris
La souris
Dès l'aube nos amis viennent
Leurs regards cherchant
Alentour,
Une photo à sauver de la crasse,
Un objet encore utilisable.
Ils viennent comme la mer
Envahissant chaque pièce.
Inlassablement,
Leur mains frottent les murs
comme si ce fut les leurs.
La boue n'épargne personne,
Les enfants y glissent pieds nus,
Jouant une minuscule patinoire.
Les meubles sont évacués,
Au jardin, vaste salon.
Dans une flaque noire
Une souris morte
Chacun se tait.
L'odeur de la mort
Ne s'oublie jamais.
L'eau douce carresse le sol
Emportant l'indicible.
Au fond,
Nettoyer c'est guérir,
Aprè
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I haven't felt right the past few days... So...
I think I'm just going to sleep now... And keep sleeping... And hopefully wake back up.
(I don't know why, but sometimes I'm literally afraid to fall asleep... Like, I want to sleep but at the same time if I sleep I don't want to wake back up and that idea frightens me... It confuses me, so I can't explain it right).
3.15.14
I think I'm just going to sleep now... And keep sleeping... And hopefully wake back up.
(I don't know why, but sometimes I'm literally afraid to fall asleep... Like, I want to sleep but at the same time if I sleep I don't want to wake back up and that idea frightens me... It confuses me, so I can't explain it right).
3.15.14
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I can sorta relate to that idea. I sometimes feel sleepy but I don't want to wake up and go back to the boring everyday stuff.