crystian-marin
Mexican
Writing is what has saved my life. I'm new to this art and I am thankful for the discoveries I have made about myself while exploring this new found outlet. The opposite sex inspires the majority of what I write. My words are honest and I write only of personal experience. Every verse that you will read is a snapshot of who I truly am and what I have been through. Enjoy! / / http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/crystian.marin
A crazy world that we are living in.
Still we walk around, indifferent.
Trying to spread change.
To make a difference.
A world so beautiful.
But ugly at the core.
Ugly because of our wants-
Our need for more.
We live with the notion that death waits behind closed doors.
A crazy world that we are living in.
Shaped by bold lies, and ran by puppeteers in tacky ties.
Still we walk around, indifferent.
Like we are content with these current conditions.
Thinking that being a mindless drone is sufficient.
But it's not true.
That shit's fictitious.
Peace and Harmony should be on the top of our wish list.
Above fancy cars.
Above frosty chains.
Above a fan base who don't know you,
For you.
Above a leave it to them attitude.
This world is our mother.
We need to start showing gratitude.
Tsunamis, Earthquakes, Monsoons.
That's just Mother Earth giving us attitude.
A crazy world that we are living in.
We need to open our eyes and hearts and not pretend,
That our actions will not impact her in the end.
Because no one escapes death.
Focus on your health.
Don't worry about the wealth.
Stand in front of a mirror and take a good hard look at your self.
Stop spreading negativity,
And spread the help.
Our days our numbered.
We are just another notch in the worlds belt.
Oh, what a crazy world that we are living in.
May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 9:23 PM UTC
I can hear them.
Standing outside my door.
Waiting for me to sleep.
Waiting for the moment to invade my dreams.
To fill my sub-conscious with images of pure terror.
They move ever so silently, without sound, without error.
3am and I lay awake.
The silence is broken with every breath I take.
The Nightmare Men are scratching at my door.
Waiting for their chance to torment me some more.
My eyes are so heavy now..
But within sleep lies the root of my insanity.
The nightmare realm is no place for me.
Still every night they make it my destination.
Giving me no reason.
No explanation.
They use my dreams as a lab for their twisted experiments.
And once they are through they toss me back to reality.
Back to mortality.
In this world they take my life and I'm dead.
In their world they **** me not once but over and over again.
Sadistic torture without end.
They are here for me..
The Nightmare Men.
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 11:27 PM UTC
Inhale.
Exhale.
Smoke escapes through my teeth and circles my head as my mind prepares for the trip that awaits.
A pair of dark sunglasses act as a safety blanket, setting my nerves at ease.
And an involuntary smile invades my face.
I tilt my head back on the headrest as if it were its rightful place.
Still I know that this feeling is nothing but fabricated happiness.
These ashes and this roach serve as evidence.
But I don't care.
The troubles of the world are set to pause.
The music is set to play.
Each note ripples through my ears, drowning out the sounds of the city.
This is my escape.
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 1:08 PM UTC
It's like my life is stuck in slow motion.
An iceberg floating in the ocean.
With no real sense of direction.
Cruisin' by without detection.
Without purpose.
A taxi is just a car when it's not in service.
Worthless...
Depending on how you view it.
Living is a privilege, depending on how you do it.
So what's it mean?
Being that my life is in yellow while the rest of the world seems to be in green?
Green as in go.
Yellow as in slow.
Eventually we all hit red though.
And everything comes to halt.
Suddenly life flashes before your eyes.
Memories storm our minds.
Then we think back, about those who we have left behind.
And vice-versa.
But its too late for any reconciliation.
Now death is the sole recipient for any form of anticipation.
So we are left to question..
Where is my next destination?
A paradise in the sky, or an eternity of damnation?
That's assuming there is life after death.
Honestly, I don't know if there is.
I don't know if I want to know.
What I know is that there is a red light down the road.
But then again..
I don't need a light to tell me when to stop, slow, or go.
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
I can see the pain in your eyes.
The hurt I caused.
Unintentionally.
Still I can't do a thing to fix it.
I stay motionless.
Waiting for you to make the next move.
Still we stand motionless.
Frozen in time.
Your eyes filled with tears now.
Each drop becomes a word spoken through my foolish lips moments before.
The echo from my selfish monologue becomes too great to ignore.
A screeching that invades my ear drums and beats them to no specific tune.
Finally your lips crack and your emotions explode and consume me, as a ship would be mid-monsoon.
She broke me.
And I broke you.
Unintentionally.
Now we are both in pieces.
Just as mine have, your nights will become sleepless.
Your days will be reduced to a meaningless drone.
Your heart will become as hard and cold as a stone.
All because of me.
I caused this...
Unintentionally.
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 12:06 AM UTC
You can find me hiding in plain sight.
A master of disguise shifting shapes at the blink of an eye.
Speaking nothing but beautiful lies.
Designed to fill your mind with ease.
Taking all that you know and breaking it down to microscopic shards too small to piece into anything that holds the slightest bit of significance.
It's not easy living life through the eyes of a sad, confused, lonely, angry, self distorting guy.
But still I try.
Try to fit into a place where I don't want to be.
I stare at my reflection and I know that it's not me that I see.
Just a character designed to people please.
Leaving me unhappy.
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC
For a while you acted as the only substance that could fill this void in my chest.
You were all I needed to be whole.
To be complete.
You gave me purpose.
Gave me some value when I felt worthless.
It's safe to say you were my better half.
Yet you made me weak.
Made me open my eyes and finally see.
That alone I am nothing.
Just a boy with a void that needs to consume something.
A hunger so immense that resisting would only result in the implosion of the broken man I have become.
You are the only one that could satisfy the hunger I have, to become complete.
You are that missing piece.
I am a vault.
You are the key.
You're all I want.
You're all I need.
My heart is starved.
It needs to feed.
Needs you to continue to beat.
But you wont see me on my knees.
Beggin' you..?
Please.
You helped me find myself.
Helped me realize who I am.
That I am strong and in reality I don't need you to stand.
I can make it on my own.
I can do it all alone.
Losing you was possibly the best thing that could have ever happened to me.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 8:22 AM UTC
I was sitting on the side walk when all of a sudden, inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks.
now the pen in my right hand has the power to bring life to the words unspoken by Mother Earths two lips.
And her words send my mind through a voyage in the sea but it seems that I forgot my floaties. But that's okay, because this sea is made up of 10% hope and 40% mercy. The other 50% is not meant for mortal eyes to see. Because even if you saw you wouldn't believe. That what you put in is what you receive.
My intentions aren't meant to deceive, no. They are to set your mind at ease. So Please! DON"T TEASE YOUR GIFT! LET IT RISE AND SPREAD ITS WINGS! LET IT SURFACE TASTE AIR AND BREATHE!
Because I'm breathing in toxic fumes. I'm taking in your aroma like a cosmic perfume. Don't be quick to judge, because I'm never what they assume. I drown out my insecurities not giving them any room to surface. I am overly aware, I see things that you don't notice, and know this. I hear words spoke through mute lips. They fill my ears like q-tips and the say things like "NO, please! Don't do this!" "There's gotta be another way!" "Ever since you started messing with that **** you ain't ever been the same!"
They look at me like I'm insane. When in reality I'm more in-tuned with my brain because I know my life is short so I will never take it in vain. And through my veins flows blood in the form of memories. Like crimson tides in a blood red sea. But as I said before, I forgot my floaties..
Sink or Swim?
Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
it's the things you don't say that hurt me the most
not knowing tears me apart
the silence is disturbed by the beating of my heart
which races with each passing moment that you keep your lips sealed
it drives me crazy and it makes me question
what did i do wrong?
but no answer is found
all that is left is a fake smile to fool the world
when in reality I am not okay..
i don't know what I'm trying to say
i really wish it didn't have to be this way...
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 9:37 AM UTC
dry cry..
muted scream..
faded pictures of memories..
memories of the days when we were young
when we all got along
where nothing ever seemed to go wrong
where have those days gone?
why have they decided to hide from us?
i would give it all up just so i could go back to them
before this pathetic excuse for a life ends
and i forget what it is like to trully be happy
because lately i have not seen happiness
just anger sadness and stress
why have they decided to hide from us?
it is like a twisted game of hide and go seek
but everyone stopped playing before they found me
sit and wait..
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC