I am from a mother who hates a father
A woman who worked her whole life
The person who will always listen
Some one who understands.
I am from a family soon to loose their name.
An uncle so close but never known
A brother that's distant,
But still close to home.
I am from the shadows
The moonlight that illuminates the night
Some one looked for but never found
A noval writen without a word.
I am from a distant land I've never seen
A color now lost in time from me
Generations pass, cultures lost
Now only one left to bring back that past
I am from friends who care
S
"I am me.."
Who ever that may be.
Made by a world,
Not easily understood.
I am what I am.
Of race ethnicity or a sexuality.
A loner, an outcast, or unappealing you see.
Popular and attractive or just plain carefree.
I think what I want.
Not what they tell me.
With their tubes and their lies and their tricks
To try and bend me.
I am who I am.
But t
Timida la noche comienza by LunaeIraes, literature
Literature
Timida la noche comienza
Tímida la noche comienza
Desgarra el velo tus pesadillas
Púdrete en el infierno que tú mismo creaste.
Temes al desastre
Temes al caos
Temes a los resultados de tus pecados.
Pero no puedes parar.
Eres un ciclo de muerte y putrefacción.
El rostro de la melancolía se refleja,
vestida de recuerdo
y maquillada de tristeza,
en los cristales
empañados de pesar
de su alma.
Melancolía;
su triste cantar,
profundo lamentar,
se abandona
en el vacío
del sinsentido.
Cicatrices falsas
que sangran
ante el cambio
que arranca alaridos
a la inseguridad,
primogénita del fracaso.
Corazón que se desgarra;
joyas del dolor
que se desprenden
de húmedos alfileres.
Pesar que pesa,
amargura espesa,
ilusión moribunda
en medio del caos
de una existencia sin rumbo.
Concibe…
… aborta.
Cuando las palabras se diluyen
en un pensami
Is it wrong that I still miss you,
After everything you did?
Even with your worst intentions,
How can I find it in myself to forgive?
Is it wrong that I still close my eyes,
And pretend that everything's the same?
Yes, yes it is a sin.
Is it wrong that I remember,
Every single moment in your embrace?
I feel you like a phantom, still clinging around my waist.
Is it wrong that I still cherish,
The fragrant scent of orchids you left behind?
Even though I know it fades further away...
Every time.
Nothing has changed, this I want to believe,
My reality is as frozen as these photographs,
My memories betray me, poetic, li
Nicotine and Nostalgia by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
Nicotine and Nostalgia
Ideally, I would have never spoken to you again, but sometimes life has a funny way of giving us exactly what we don't want.
-
The brittle cold breaks upon my shoulder bones.
February encroaches on my clavicle; nostalgic fingers,
icy as ever.
I shrug my shrunken silhouette,
refuse to shiver, and cradle my cigarette
ever-closer to my lips.
Some sickening awareness undulates at the edge of my senses,
a nefarious entity probing my subconsciousness.
-
An alabaster palm blurs through my peripherals and delivers a deliberate tap on the tip of my scalp. The fingers linger, remarkably smooth despite layer upon layer of calloused skin.
I fee
En significados que derivan esas palabras son debatibles, en ámbitos mentales afecta la realidad que uno vive,
En el amor enferman los matices del tiempo haciendo que pasen sin percatarse de lo que es alguna meta o un ideal,
En lo físico, la vida se amolda con el nombre de quien se pregona, dando las expectativas a todo lo que se exime,
En lo artístico se arraiga cada gesto, el matiz de su habla, su mirada, es ahí donde lo sublime no tiene final.
Siendo estas cuatro respuestas, fundó cada unas de ellas, forjándose así mi persona, acrecentando mis talentos por ti,
Longevo firmamento de inspiración yace
Gritando al mundo aquel sentimiento eufórico, tatuado entre mis pupilas tu mirada sensación de pasión,
Anclado al concepto de ser más trascendente a todo, abarcando orbe tras orbe del pensamiento edificado,
Despertando mirando tus fotos, inspirando mi haber, creando retrato a retrato, consiguiendo su preciado don,
Incondicional precepto, indomable al tiempo, el gusto de coincidir la vida en este universo a tu lado.
Conozco cada detalle de tu faz, experto en cada rastro del tiempo, conocer de ti toda facción me enriquece,
No ayer, no hoy, si no mañana, será el día en que desde que te descubrí fuese