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I know you might be reading this
And I guess I hope thats true
Most likely you could care less
Don’t worry, I don’t blame you
My writing is quite rough, but
If by chance your eyes grace by
I would like you to know why

I love you to the moon and back
But that’s not quite enough
I love you to the end of earth
But still that isn’t all
I love your sweet perfection
But it’s your flaws that drive me wild

Through and through I love you
Skin and bones and all
Up and down, left and right
But each direction can’t fulfill
The words I can't get out

Just know that I am sorry
For all that I have done and
You’ll probably never read this
Or even get this far
Like I said, my poetry
Isn’t for the weakened heart

But in case you ever do
Today, tomorrow, or ten years
If you and I aren’t meant to be
Just know I’ll always hope
You find some who loves you
Even more than I could cope
There she walks with eyes wide open,
There you see she hasn't spoken,
Then she stands her heart now broken,
Did you ever think you were her token?

Now she lays with tears in eyes,
With sleepless nights and burning lights,
Took the time to remember your lies,
Stepped outside with hands of knives.

Out there she is now lost a soul,
Without regret what she has told,
The tears ran down so gladly bold,
For you to see you've killed her soul.

The knife, her hand, the heart it hits,
Like a man on man the fighting fists,
She feels alone with all misfits,
Wishing now you'd see her wrists.

Blood from heart runs through her veins,
Only to find the path restrained,
The fight she keeps without a brain,
The heart leads on she's lost in vain.

Watch her fall in tears for you,
As the blood drips thoughts so new,
Given up she looks towards you,
"I've lost my pride and faith in you."

Left behind her body falls,
Only to see you stare her down,
She fell back you tried to help,
You're too late this is her fate.

Now she's gone you miss her so,
Now you regret leaving her soul,
Though now too late you've seen her go,
It's thanks to you she's lost us all.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
A short story for the audience
Una simple mirada basta para romper el corazón que en algun tiempo fue grande.
Es increible ver cuantas piezas quedaron de el Alma.
Es tan dificil regresar a decir adios?
A dar un "porque?"
Una simple razón.
Pero esta bien, dejare el tiempo pasar,
Pero a ti?
A ti no te dejare ir de lo que queda de mi corazón hecho pedazos.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Written in spanish it's all on heart break ..
Shreaded heart due to color of the skin,
Lonesome nights due to attire I'm found in,
Invisible due to the identity I'm lacking,
How can it be that all of this is still happening?

Inocence in a cell because the color tries to define them,
Eyes of hate cover the dark hair upon them,
Forget the studies if papers weren't probided,
How can we live passing all the judgement?

Military veteran, but color over sees it,
Depressive memories drowning a person's surroundings,
Brought accross at the age of no concience,
Let us widen out eyes to see instead of look,
To listen rather that simply hear,
To speak not talk,
To extinguish this judgement basing on the cover of an incredible story that may walk right past your ignorance.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
We always judge people without knowing them, or by their race, what they wear, and other things.
those nasty thoughts linger
in her head
sitting there alone in her room
on her bed
she wanted it to stop but it
kept on going
it's driving her mad, her mind
is insane

she's getting restless, her patience
grows weaker
she's a loner with no friends
or a foe
she needed to find a way to
let it out
and writing on her skin was
the only way she knew how

and so her beautiful skin became
her diary
all the marks of her misery
each lies an untold story
where she kept it secretly from
*everybody
Indeed, a bright white light approaches this shredded heart.
Could it truely be time so soon?
Perhaps a lucid dream with which my mind attemts to ****** my every thought but a fight successfully brought.

Not a dream I see...
A room drained of color, and a body fragile conected to the only source of survival.
Have I really met the end?
Could I possibly be looking at my future crumble.

It appears so...
The reflection of my lack of sanity so clear upon the tear drop of that loved one.
The only loved one.
The one worth taking bullets for every ounce of my body.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
This came to me on the spot. I really don't know why.
But here it is.
All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.
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