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nerves
anytime anywhere
I am alone
we are alone
Alone in the world
alone in our minds
through withered spirits
And broken hearts
we are pushed away
forced to be alone
forced to die
as we live and breathe
We have no choice
we must suffer
but I
must suffer Alone
 Aug 2014 Frida Virrueta
Amanda
7:01
 Aug 2014 Frida Virrueta
Amanda
I like 7pm.

Lipstick is faded; it's color has bled through not only the infinite number of words she says,
it is seeped right into all on these lines and creases of her lips.

Hair is undone; wispy little messes out of braids.

Eyes are tired; sleep edging on eyelashes.

And yet he still wanted her *more.
Hey hey hey gorgeous soul!
Sigh. It's been difficult to find time for writing amidst one of my busiest EVER terms.
Take care you, you and you!
xo

Sweets, if you are reading this, thank you for everything. *love heart love heart*
We made eye contact today
It was an accident
We both tried avoiding it
But our blank stares collided
Normally this would have been great
But not this time
This time it was different
This time I saw hate in her eyes
Maybe the pain I once saw was caused by me
And now this is why
Her pain has come to hate me.
Why did it start?
To end in disaster.
Why did you end it like that?
To get away.
Why did you do it?
To be cruel.
Why do you insist on treating me this way?
Because I am love and
I am here to **** you.
Love is a pretty big thing for us Pisceans
When we fall, we fall hard
Which ***** for me since I am quite clumsy
is this a poem? I do not know
 Jan 2014 Frida Virrueta
Alicia
Please excuse my vulnerability.
I have been broken.
My heart has been shattered many times before.
Every time I found the strength in myself to piece it back together,
slowly but surely,
what is left of me is walked over. Ignored.
I have felt alone in a room full of genuine souls.
Speaking my truth, expressing my hurt.
I have yet to be heard.
For my truth is my loudest cry,
and no one seems to completely understand.
I have tried to search for my soul,
my life-long friend.
Once alive but we lost touch.
Maybe it's simpler for it to come and find me.

I am broken.
I'm not used to this feeling,
and I cannot really escape from the fact
that it is so **** difficult to pick myself up
from the fall.
Normally, I would never accept defeat.
This time, it got the best of me.
Maybe one day I will lift my head enough
and remind myself of the light that's at the end of the tunnel.
Though at this moment,
all I know is the darkness surrounding me.
I am broken. I am vulnerable.
I have accepted it. This is me.
*112313
Twitter: @the_monAlicia
Audio: soundcloud.com/liciii/broken
 Jan 2014 Frida Virrueta
Cathyy
Nothing you ever say is irrelevant,
meaningless, or pathetic..
Always use your words for good,
and write passionately from the heart,
and that itself, will make you poetic.
You see, everything you say,
every message you convey,
and every point you plot
can make you sound either genius,
OR ingenious..

either way,
You're a genius. ;]
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