uh. i was mad about politics. oops.

I wrote this thinking of Spain's politics, which are tense- we have literal murderers (people who used to be part of a terrorist group who placed bombs on supermarkets, killed children, assassinated a mayor, and exploded cars on random streets) and delinquents on the presidency, our president is a power-starved hypocrite that excuses his corruption with the fact that his party is the left, and the far-right are homophobic, transphobic, racist and misogynistic jerks. They don't allow us to get over Franquism (A fascist dictatorship that took place decades ago), and they constantly bend the past to their liking in order to manipulate us into voting for them. The people at power act as if, if the right gets to the government, our country will suddenly become fascist again. What’s worse? That I say all of this being a proud leftist, queer person. Our left party no longer defends what it was made to, but only seeks the best ways to get money in their pockets. We can no longer vote without forgiving corruption.

The funny part of this is that it could have been written about any country, specially the US, which is basically the new ******* ******. It is scary to think that right now, I am like a jew that lives outside Germany and sees his siblings get harassed. It makes me sick.

When we talk about politics, I get this hopeless feeling that I will never be able to medically transition and that the only thing stopping a war from taking place in my country is this universal fear of confrontation every hispanian has. Even though I know that that second thought comes from panic rather than objective data. We are so good at ignoring our political situation, that we think we’re doing great most of the time— until it gets brought up.

So yeah, you’ll hear me listening to punk music like it’s the **** national hymn (I’m tired and sick and that is all I can do to rebel)

I love how this translation turned out, though it is quite different than the original Spanish poem:
cuando el agua llegue
y se asomen las olas en la orilla
del lecho donde te sientas,
no huyas.
mira abajo;
undete en la corriente;
deja que te ahogue
si sentir el agua llenar tus pulmones
va a hacer que cada bocanada de aire valga
más que una perla preciosa.

jajan't

im back:)

Don't judge by the name guys T-T

Some people fake being alright
while all I fake is being kind.

My grandfather used to say that 'Music was the new poetry'. I sometimes wish I could play an instrument and join it.

The original one is in Spanish, and this is genuinly one of my best translations

Yes, the title is a reference to System of a Down’s song. I’d love to see what you think in the comments<3

One of my best poems EVER. It's old but I still love it. I came up with it when I was like 13 at like 3am.

This poem is inspired in Howl's Moving Castle movie from Studio Ghibli. Funny enough, I have literally never felt this kind of connection, but felt like exploring it. Hopefully, I did a half-decent job at it.

Hopefully 'I have my heart in my mouth' is an expression that IS actually used in english, because the original poem was about a spanish idiom ('tengo el corazón en la garganta') that IS quite common.

Dude, the imaginary, I love this one. To be honest, I don't really know if it's okay to hype up your own art, but **** I'm proud: I love this piece.

Most of the quotes come from an old poem I wrote once I didn't really like overall, but had some quite strong metaphors I loved individually. I was thinking about them and it developed into this poem. While I was writting it, the idea of people who died victim to the society they were in popped up, and I decided to explore it too. I'm quite happy with how it turned out <3

I came back ! (didn't really go missing for too long but really my life has been turned upside down)

I have some good poems I'm going to post, hope you like them! It's a shame most of the stuff I've written lately is in Spanish, I'd love to show it off but uhm. Yeah.

I wrote it thinking about the book All the Bright Places, so (mainly the start) won't make sence unless you know its plot.
(Two depressed teenagers, Finch is suicidal, Violet is depressed. They wander together. Sad ending. Very poetic writting style)

I am experimenting with shape, and it is really fun.

Grieving again, I never seem to be able to get fully over it </3

F-ing cancer.

Should I add the spanish versions in here?

This one is based off a memory, I really like it tbh :)

I'm sorry if you are religious, really.

:)

I like the grey vibe (or gray idk anymore)

I'm not native so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes on the poem, I hope they're not too anoying and you can enjoy it regardless.