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Carolina Feb 2018
Summertime, loneliness and fear.
Oh, how I wish to have you near.
I'm voiceless calling you nonstop
and life makes me hate its plot.
See, I try my hardest to summon
a glimpse of your love to keep for me alone,
but the only thing I get from this mister
is his lustfull voice falling to a whisper.
I do not want him to be gone
but he will not stay for long
even if I put that ruby lipstick on
or when I let my silk dress slip off.
Flashing led light, cyan.
"Do not rush in" say the wise men.
But you now have that golden suntan
and I want it to happen as fast as it can.
The story is clear and I can see
this will soon only exist in me.
For I could hold your hand but not your arm
and I am sure you never meant no harm.
Distracted mind that you carry,
we could have had something legendary.
Just keep in mind when it ends and you are gone
your memory in my heart will live on.
Carolina Jan 2018
It's Tuesday 23 of January and I'm trying to forget
the nervous wreck I've been lately. All for you; the stone wrapped by velvet.
Because you say that it's fine but I know that you lie.
You hug me some nights but never too tight.
The man who's a stone is so cold it burns,
and he makes me beg but he's already gone.
The bluish grey smoke hits my face. Is it allowed to smoke inside the bar?
As the place fills with... let's say haze, I admit cigarettes are better for me than you are.
It's a tug of war game and I want to yell ''Hey!
It's not fun, please stop, I can't breathe from all the mud."
It's been a week and a half since I saw you
and it makes me depressed because my mind's all about you.
You promise this will change
as you turn off your phone to travel with your friends.
It's 12:45 am and I'm waiting, you said we'd meet. Once again you were lying and... here comes the anxiety.
But then you answer almost at 2 am, getting in bed to sleep, there's no time for me, said your were with the team... is that were you've really been?
My friend Ro is so in love she cannot go and see me.
My mom just yells, she's not stable. Another night with no dinner on the table.
My dad's at work and when he's home it's just his ghost, I'm alone.
And when you're here, just once a week, you seem happy but then you leave and I'm filled with unease.
My heart slowly beats as I beg you please
but you ignore and you don't call, you meet them all
but not me.
So I lose control but I stay at home and to you I reproach but all your words mean nothing if you never show.
Please don't go, please don't go.
Carolina Mar 2018
The wrath inside me
I cannot control,
the monster growls
begging for more.
This sickening pleasure
I inherit from a fiend
of powerful rage
and a delight for fear.
The messed up in me
will soon dominate.
Blood, weeping and misfortune.
Oh, it will be divinely great.
Carolina Jan 2018
I've never seen a brighter red than your Honda's one.
The rigid metal cold to the touch contrasts with my warm palm.
Its black wings, mistrustful, promise to enchant you away from me.
They tell me about your reckless riding through the wild city.

Morning glory flowers surround your backyard,
and unlike them we always come alive at nighttime.
Under a ethereal dark blue ocean starred sky
I stare at you stealthily, it doesn't take much until I decide to dive.

Your grey waters and my black waters do not compare,
all of this mismatch leads me to deep despair.
Sinking deep down, it gets darker, but somehow we can breathe.
Trading love to forget our sorrows, hoping it will work as Lethe.
Carolina Jan 2018
Sentada en mi cama, rodeada por una cortante oscuridad.
De a poco voy perdiendo el brillo
y el ensordecedor silencio se vuelve una agonía.
Ya no puedo hacer rimas,
tampoco puedo llorar,
incluso creo que lentamente dejo de respirar.
¿Tan complicada soy? ¿Tan triste y aburrida?
Pregunto a mi interior mientras me abrazo, mis respuestas me destruyen un poco más.
¿Tan insuficiente? ¿Tan vacía?
Carolina Jan 2018
Be careful
  
         for what once makes you feel complete then leaves you feeling empty,
        
              for what burns like branding iron then cools down to be the coldest thing,
            
                   for what once was special then turns out ordinary,

                         for the soft breeze which becomes into a hurricane

                                  and for life which suddenly brings you to death.
Carolina Jan 2018
I saw him and my heart did the thing.
I'm not quite sure if it was a click
or an instinct of survival.
Love or death.
Stay or run.
It's never in between,
just white and black.

Love me or hate me.
Stay or leave.
Rest in peace or rest in agony.
True love, true disaster.
Best friend, enemy.
My daddy, my mommy.
To take it all or to only give.
Protector, predator.
Promise, betray.
Creation, destruction.
We don't know no grey.
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