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Adele Feb 1
Dear self,
outside is darkness
a chaos
and we never wish for dark clouds
sometimes, things happen unexpectedly
have you ever dance in the rain?

you tell yourself you are never enough
but aren't we all?
we are never satisfied. We are always hungry
for something

we keep searching for it
but for now, be grateful
look around you
you have enough resources to live

you are breathing
that is enough

You are enough. next time,
if you're feeling blue
dance slowly with the blues

laugh even though you feel like crying
tell yourself
"you are beautiful; you can do it."

There are no excuses. Now get out there and change the world. Maybe start by making your bed as the first task of the day.
get up and get the job done. (This is me telling myself to do my tasks, NOW- which surprisingly feels I can do it).
Adele Feb 1
All this time,
I believed I got it.
I believed I got better.
I am stronger and smarter.

But when I looked at myself,
it weakens my knees that everything inside my head scribbles.
There is a way out of this maze.

I turn into poetry, a clairvoyant
who can only define why I have to get out before the clock strikes twelve, and it takes hard work to get out
I needed to plan. It is possible.
Poetry guaranteed that all I needed to do is to use my senses
to put the pieces back together and find this one way out.
Adele Feb 1
Who could have thought that days could pass like a bullet, hitting you hard in the chest? The eyes, bulging looking towards the blue sky and the time, speeding into a dilation. Where did the good days go or the friendly warmth of the sun caressing your face? The body lies on the sharp grass that you can no longer move at all. The mind wanders in a dark space, looking for cosmic objects, maybe a force that will **** your soul out in a vacuum able to be reborn again for billions of years. "You are a star." Why don't I drag myself in front of a mirror and tell that? Why don't I take the bullet, risking my life and get a second chance to live? Instead, I choose to get pulled by the gravity, an illusion, from the Earth's mass grabbing my whole body as I find myself lying there. I am not moving at all. "What are you afraid of?" The mind echoes and, in a brief moment, answered, "to be better."
It's been a while since I've started writing. I am back to bring this creativity and keep improving in what I love. I think the only friend we have and can talk to right now.
Adele Dec 2019
it feels like walking in a space
with the reflection of the Tunupa volcano on a gargantuan salt flat lake

the pink flamingos flock and spread their wings
creating a sprinkle of the roseate sky on the crystal water
The wind was blowing under the sunlight that gleams through the veins of the land of iodine

The floor is a ceiling of incantations,
where at night, a myriad of stars whispers a burning desire on how to live your life

The next thing you know is to chase
the sunrise and embrace the frosty wind;
walk through the rock and grass fields where the llamas adore the grand white flats

If you look closely, the tiny houses are no more visible insight
your feet are taking you up, defying gravity
the rocks don’t seem to aggravate the journey
and there you are, standing tall and high
looking at the frozen salt ocean

Oh, how big and mighty, touching the sky, and you are just on top of the world
with tranquillity, standing next to a crater with courage and no fear,
then sometimes you are the only person who can pat your back and say, “we did it. Now, no one can stop us. What a climb!”
I decided to submit this for my school paper department, but was turned down. That did not stop me from writing! A sign to keep trying and believing that you can and telling yourself, you are enough and you did great. Let's be positive :)
Adele Dec 2019
In this painting, her red hair was blown
In a gust
The behemoth sleeping buffalo mountain gaze
on her perspective, her face was not shown.
but this is her story…
When the south pole tilts, facing
The beam of light
People fly towards the sun and
That’s when Martina ascends the peak
against a raging snow in the north
There, she discovered mountain goats;
Grazing the empty twigs
She found a shelter in the tea house, fresh woods dropped
By a whirly bird to warmth the cabin that
Overlook the six glaciers.
Martina roams with solitude.
Running in the wilds
There is darkness and you can see her eyes,
Dims at night.
She is unbreakable.
The lynx spirit has been guiding her.
Adele Dec 2019
She withers like the dying leaves
and how was she able to live?
Her husband was tied under the chestnut tree
how she smuggles that gun to
save his son
Long Live Ursula, an epitome of
strength and power
A time where darkness made her
a force until she shrinks
the dead birds fell on the ground.
one of my favourite book (100 Years of Solitude)
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