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this must be how it starts.
the confusion, the fear, the fall.
the gradual warmth engulfing my soul.
the shaking of my hands that only i can notice.
the urge to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes that nearly killed my father.
the doubts and the certainty intertwining together
to form a tsunami of human emotions,
i never knew i could feel.

this must be how it starts.
the excitement, the happiness, the glee.
the smiles and laughter escaping from within.
this must be how it starts,
I forgot how it felt.
brian, i think i love you.
 May 2014 Angel torruella
J
Trapped
 May 2014 Angel torruella
J
Ever felt trapped?
Smothered
Suffocated
No escape
No way out
Short of breath
Short of sight
One way
Dead end
Ever felt trapped in a memory?



With no desire to find a way out .
 May 2014 Angel torruella
J
Untitled
 May 2014 Angel torruella
J
I smile,
you smile back
we kiss.
Every moment I spend without you is a memory forever missed.
2009 .
 May 2014 Angel torruella
Trisha
It was spring time,
And she was my partner in crime.

No one knew why she left us,
Neither did we know where she was.

But one fine day it occured to me,
So I went everywhere she could be.

And finally I did find where she lived,
I hope she survived.

She lived somewhere on the hills,
Surrounded by lovely daffodils.

Just when I saw her I couldn't stop,
She was holding a mop.

I smiled, waited for her smile back,
She smiled too, and offered me some snack.

She asked me how I found,
Because she was astound.

She refused to come home,
We lived in Rome.

She said she didn't like that place,
I offered to stay back, just in case.

She said she'd loved me to stay,
I promised to make her smile everyday.

I finally said, I love you,
She said she loved me too.
Just random it's same like the previous ones the words and all but still
We live beneath an ocean of air
That keeps us as one through pressure,
As currents conspire to tear us apart
The maelstrom whispers and roars.
Picking leaves from trees
That cascade unto the ground
With n'er a sound but of rippling foliage.
A hermitage lost in a sirocco,
Drowned beneath the gales of this world.
Christmas lights at night
are cold
they are freezing
mesmerizing
you are looking at nothing
you are looking at something

comfortable, opening
sad, quiet
they shine on
illuminating the mirror
you are looking at nothing
you are looking at something
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