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Oh, darling - take my hand! Welcome to the new world, our home - your new home! First though, dear, take caution and careful where you stare. It's better if your gawking eyes glare at my own, than to the flames that shall blind you from ever seeing the look that warns you now. Oh and darling, don't listen to the dares when some others as they try and convince you to look up to the stars. Especially the serpent - he began it as his test. But those stars above, they'll put you in a little trance that you may know best as "comatose". Oh no, dear- don't walk away! Trust me, just take my hand and I'll promise that if only of us makes it through - it'll be you.
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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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The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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La caja (algun dia)
Tirada en el patio esta la caja, sin etiquetas ni marcas, una simple caja. Todos pasan, pero nadie mueve a la caja, estática e inerte percibe los pasos, esos pequeños murmullos que la hacen recordar que no está sola y aun así el abismo continua.
En todos sus años de caja esta ha estado cerrada, pues ningún hombre ha decidido hacerse cargo de la solitaria caja, la cual carga con su contenido en el exterior; una caja inversa quizás será.
No tendremos remedio que contar que esa caja olvidada por todos más presente no podría estar, es el ombligo del mundo. Tras de ella se esconde la línea qu
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Inspired by my poem "Deserving".
Take my hand,
And I promise; Should I add, or let it be?
If only one of us,
Makes it through -
It'll be you
Take my hand,
And I promise; Should I add, or let it be?
If only one of us,
Makes it through -
It'll be you
© 2014 - 2024 LMW-The-Poet
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It's short but good. It shows darkness but strong friendship as well.