I could have done more.
If I had started 5 years ago I would have the resources that I lack now.
I didn't know this was going to happen.
It is likely to happen again.
- V.
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
This cycle is addictive.
I stopped in my teens and everything that happens seems to be related to what I was struggling with at the time.
It has been years since I left but I use the pleasures to mask the feeling of failure.
I use it, I feel good, the feeling is back.
I feel deluded, desperate to write my story again.
-A.
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
It is frustrated to be incapable of finding the words that fit it.
My intimate reflections in a paper had never been written.
My inhuman part could show my empty face.
All I care about it may become a scandal.
So I rarely exposed myself writing atop that.
- A.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
I never knew success
I heard she was quite the celebrity
I've always wanted to dance
But she never wanted any of me
I can only fantasize
About her lovely lips
I could only dream of a passionate kiss
Success and I
A warm embrace
And staring at her beautiful face
She's just a dream I love to dream
But I've never known her
And I've heard she's the best
But I've never known success
The only girl I've ever known is
Loneliness
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
don't show your cards if you see a smirk in their eyes
because doubling down might have seemed great
until you see they had two queens the whole time.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
Echoes in head: the successful thing you have to be.
While you sleep,they don´t stop.
You wake up and want back sleep.
Is tiring carry this way.
Did you see the time passing by?
The end has been things that never started during this time.
- V.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
Time has not given me a truce.
I wonder when was the last time I said pretty things?
All these awful things destroy me to the bottom.
I has been droping tears on the floor waiting that I feel all again.
I see your photos on parties with all your friends.
They used to be mine too.
I check my phone and nothing new but I look one more time.
I´m useless,no one is there.
I´m alone.
It's so obvious how much I need attention.
I´ll fit this.
I´m dancing and laughing,
I dance very badly,
I have wear my best dress,
A red lipstick in my lips
And I spent hours looking at myself in front of the mirror.
This my time.
Just me.
Talking about myself.
Writing about it.
I´m pride talking I´m pretty .
No one can drag me down today.
- V.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC