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persona unica¿¿ única??
¿una persona única?
uhm es interesante aquella palabra,
la cual dice muchas cosas,
¿porque digo interesante?
pues lastimosamente esta
palabra es muy poco común,
en esta sociedad de hipocresía, falsedad y superficialidad.

la persona que se atreva a ser única, aquella persona, es muy valiente
¿porque?,pues,no se como decirlo,en pocas palabras.

una persona única es aquella que
tiene un diferente pensamiento que los demás, aquella persona
puedes ser mejor que los demás.

todos alguna vez fuimos únicos, pero la triste realidad es que
gracias a que todos, estoy diciendo todos, alguna vez tuvimos el deseo
de que esta sociedad nos aceptara

Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here

Snow Queen

She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.

She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.

The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.

It's War!It's War!

It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
He and 500 others.

It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
She and 500 others.

It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
We and

Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.

Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:

Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?

I don't think even 50% of them care.

they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.

Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become

.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Overly emotional,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
Gone

1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?

Juegas con fuego,
deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,
algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.

They destroyed the moonThey destroyed the moon

The moon used to be my Novocaine.
It brought the tide to cover up my pain.
I'd wait for it to come.
When the tide came I was numb,
It'd wash over me,
And I'd feel free,
But in reality,
The pain was still inside of me.
It was never gone, just hidden from view,
Like cosmetics to a bruise, hiding the black and blue,
The truth is that my tide,
Was a place for me to hide,
The pain was still there every day,
I've never actually been okay,
And now I wait again for the tide to come,
For my chance to be completely numb.
But the moon is destroyed,
My membership is void,
I'm exposed,
There's nowhere to repose,
The tide is gone.

InsomniacI lie here awake.
With every breath
I take,
I notice my chest
Is heavy and
My heart feels burdened
And empty...

Why do I feel this way?
Will someone please come
Take this pressure and
Pain away?
Or will I have to
Suffer through this night
With stiff and tense muscles
That ache?

I toss and turn and fight
All through
This sleepless night.
But why?
I don't know...
I feel like an
Empty shell.

Yes, empty because
I feel like
I have been exposed;
And my soul has fled.

Could I be dead?
Or is this all in my head?

I still toss and turn
And fight all through
This sleepless night.
Someone please
Rescue me...
From all these
Nightmare-ish dreams;

*.Quietly:Vent.*Im quietly living,
despite the pain inside.
I'm silently listening,
letting the knife pain subside.
I'm slowly bleeding much like a drought,
yet no one has seemed,
to figure this out.
Forced to live and suffer in this eerie silence,
only.....
only listening to this broken heart of mine's fading beating.

Thank You MomYou were with me, when I cried,
You were telling truth, when I lied,
You're my biggest proud,
I could even scream it loud,
Now I know, what to say,
I know how to pray.

I want to thank you Mom,
For everything you have done,
You showed me right things,
Thank you for giving me wings,
You were saving my life,
In the moments I wanted to die.

You were going with me to Doc,
You were showing me support,
When I was doing something bad,
You've never been mad,
You gave me a lot of love,
Love, and even more.

Than you Mom.
For everything.

Mereces.Resultaste ser en carne propia lo que odiabas de las anteriores mentes mediocres que cruzaron mi camino, ahora no te queda mas que atarte una cuerda al cuello, recuerda esas personas te enferman, ahora pruebas lo que odias y ahora eres tu la persona enferma, así que deja las excusas deja las mentiras, deja toda esa estúpida saliva gastada en vano, solo muere, sin metáforas ni nada no mereces ni la tinta con la que escribo para mi placer de odio, sin embargo lo hago por que mejor medicina que esta para mi no hay.

RotosYa no soy la persona que solía ser, aquel naufrago que nunca se dio por vencido en las islas perdidas, a todo le encontraba una dosis de emoción.
Ahora solo camino encobrado mis pasos son lentos y tediosos, una espora letal mas jodida que el mismo veneno entro en mi y esa enfermedad tiene nombre..

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Mind of Flesh, Pained

by *Raven-Croven, Dec 23, 2012, 10:56:10 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

Blood begun to seep again.
Pain setting greedy hands upon my head.
Chocolate seeing skewed blurry things;
brighter then they out to appear.

The 'wondrous' Light is so very cruel;
'blessed' Darkness far too deep –
it's coiling seductive spell.
Gentle hands of Shadows lay
easing down my racing mind

Repose – my darling elusive lover;
twines himself around my flesh.
Warmth sinks into ice-crystal bones,
and calms my weary soul

Eyes fall open,
bare feet tickle the air.
Iron-copper waters flow –
ants over uneven earth
Every drum beat pulse sends cool sharp waves
of agony rippling over still aching muscle.

The insistent nature of thought.
Razor-blades in eyes, needles in the brain.
Even being numb is starting to hurt
So I writhe, within my mind,
hide from judging eyes.

Life is not the Fate's decree.
Only choices that are made
can shape anything.
The choice though,
is not always ours
to make.

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