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Aztec in arts
Spanish in conquest
The Mexican breathes
And lives
Taking control
Controlling the taken,
Our blood hot
Like the chile we eat
Don't expect any less
Outside we are strong
Desert cacti
Sharp unforgiving and rough
On the outside
But the inside
Water flows
The love flows
For la raza
Death envies our vidas
So rich and full
Fearless
And feared
Tattoos cover our skin
Like they did
Our ancestors
Soon we will rise
Soon we will unite
In the wake of morning,
I feel as if I have awaken from the dead.
No enthusiasm.
No care for really,
Anything.
You see anonymous reader,
I lost what was once precious,
And as soon as you've sampled,
The richest flavor,
The mind simply cannot forget.

Day by day I am haunted with a
Barrage of memories from the dark,
Hidden past of my first life.
Who would've thought I'd end up like this,
An individual who can barely carry the Weight of his own shoulders.

Day by day I ache with a pain of
Unbearable agony.
Where has She gone?
Will She ever return?
Is what I ask myself constantly.
As of now,
You are nothing more than my imagination.
A thought.
Existing solely in the labyrinths
Of my own tainted clarity.
The last time I held You,
Kissed You.
Is all in my mind,
A record of what we once were.
The truth is I've been alone since You.
It's not that I can't find intimacy.
But once you've lusted and
Feel the emptiness that comes
With wasting your time on an
Individual who has no real
Purpose in your life.
It's maddening.
A repeated cycle of physical
Abuse & mental fallacy.
You see,
None can really compare.
The unseen scar of love.
What a beautiful tragedy we were.
 Jun 2015 Dulce Ivonne
collin
i only want to hear the words you write
i thumb through this mess of mistaken identity
and spilled guts that i truly appreciate so much
but there's a heart i want to explore inside
and you're the only one
 Jun 2015 Dulce Ivonne
collin
astro
 Jun 2015 Dulce Ivonne
collin
i love your violet tipped words
and how they could sip a cup
filled to the lip with cheese curds
another night has bent over backwards
seemingly for me but secretly to see
the sun smile at its pain
 Jun 2015 Dulce Ivonne
BF
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 Jun 2015 Dulce Ivonne
BF
-
Pity the fool who does
not believe words can
change lives
Sure, the time flies
but we can too if we try.
It's only been a year
but it's been my whole **** life
and I'm thinking of all the beer,
***, cheap liquor, and wine.
And I'm thinking of all that time
spent sitting side by side,
all of us so far gone
yet matching each other's stride,
but never looking right in other's eyes.

I can still see it now,
even after adding up all these days
into months gone from our lives.
I can still see just how
the broken smoke glass always stays
lodged in my lungs and mind.
And behind me in the mirror cloud
I spy the spot where magic still plays
a major role in my daily grind.

And I'm grasping at the looking glass
just trying to figure out how to get back.
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