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Krusty Aranda Mar 2018
I need your arms tonight
The tears roll down my face, and I don't have the courage to dry them off
They stain my cheeks, drawing distinct patterns in my sorrow
Can't type a cowardly hidden word because I can't seem to find the will to go look for it, even though I can see its feet sticking out under the curtain
I, alienation, need your company
I need your arms tonight
Krusty Aranda Mar 2018
How fleeting will this feeling be?
One week?
One month?
One year?
One lifetime?
Krusty Aranda Feb 2018
At times I don't know who I am
What do I want?
What do I say?
What do I think? What do I do?
I'm a cluster of bad decissions,
of impuslivity and overthinking
at the wrong times
I pawn my heart to whom I mustn't, and take it away from whomever dares buy it
I'm the selfishness of early childhood,
the stubburness of adolescence.
I'm the laughter of the insane,
the silence of noise,
the personification of incoherence, and I've come to substract sense from this world obsessed with false truth
I'm the definition of what can't be defined
I'm the abstraction of the concrete
I am all, absolutely all,
but one thing
I am not me
Krusty Aranda Feb 2018
Soy
A veces no sé quién soy
¿Qué quiero?
¿Qué digo?
¿Qué pienso? ¿Qué hago?
Soy un cúmulo de malas decisiones,
de impulsividad y sobrepensamiento
en los momentos equivocados
Empeño mi corazón a quien no debo y se lo arrebato a quien lo compra
Soy el egoísmo de la tierna infancia,
la necedad del adolescente en plena pubertad.
Soy la risa del demente,
el silencio del estruendo,
soy la incoherencia en persona y he venido a restarle sentido a este mundo obsesionado con la falsa verdad
Soy la definición de lo indefinible
Soy la abstracción de lo concreto
Soy todo, absolutamente todo,
excepto una cosa.
No soy yo
Krusty Aranda Dec 2017
Today I live in fear

I woke up afraid of the same pillow that comforted me last night
It felt as if my dreams had been soaked up by it
My thoughts dripping out of my ear, one by one, dampening the cloth with which it's covered
My bed wanted me to stay, to lay away forever
Prevent me from going anywhere, pulling me towards it
I was a discarded piece of metal being pulled by the giant magnet that would take me to the dumpster to be crushed next to my scrap brethren
I am afraid of the wind blown from my fan
The cold on my skin burns as my sheets hold me tightly in place
I'm afraid to get out, to step on the floor, one foot at a time
To sit up and gag
To stand up and throw up all the regret, the unspoken words, the tears I so cowardly saved to myself for all these years
The 9 beers and 1 tequila shot
I'm afraid to text you
I'm afraid there will be no reply, the silence, the distance
What is said and what is not
What I know, what you won't fix
I'm afraid of losing this game
I'm afraid of playing my next hand, to look at the cards I've been dealt and find nothing other than hopelessness at the lack of anything good
I'm afraid to write this poem, to let my words gang up on me, and beat me up mercilessly as I can only type on and cry out your name
I'm afarid I won't be here tomorrow
I'm afraid you won't
I'm afraid to be here right now, as I was afraid yesterday
Afraid of the new year
Afraid of our Christmas dinner
Afraid of us, of everyone, of no one
I'm afraid of being alive, dancing in this graveyard of broken dream, of complaints and looking at the floor unable to gaze upon my very own dissapointments
I'm afraid to admit I am worthless, but also afraid to do anything about it
I'm afraid to be everything you were looking for, and missing the mark completely
I'm afraid that I'll hurt you, and that I commited a sin I don't regret
Like Jesus I hang nailed to my own cross by the acts I commited and ommited, while words spurt out of my wonds and into this text screen, as I terrifyingly try to tell myself, it will be ok
I'm afraid it will be ok

Today I live in fear
But I guess I live
Krusty Aranda Nov 2017
En nuestra adversidad nos encontramos
buscando aquello que no sabíamos reconocer
anhelando lo que no quisimos
tentando al destino
burlando a la suerte
en tus ojos mi mirada
en tus manos mis días y noches
en tus labios mi nombre
confundidos caminamos
avanzando paso a paso
cayendo en el camino y levantándonos de nuevo
siempre juntos
con el mismo destino final
desconocido y familiar
invitándonos a sentir
a dejar morir parte de nosotros
para ser revividos
con fuerza renovada
y emociones encontradas
construyéndonos de nuevo
de los escombros de temblores pasados
saliendo a respirar de nuevo el aire
del cual fuimos egoístamente privados
me invadiste como una plaga
rápidamente infectándome
y curándome del mal que antes padecía
sonrisas y carcajadas
lágrimas y besos
la idea del amor más puro
de las estrellas conspirando en mi favor
para escribir en mi firmamento
la nueva historia que hoy contamos
sin un final cercano
Krusty Aranda Oct 2017
No es que no quiera;
es que no puedo.

La afinidad de tu voz con la mía,
la necedad de tus argumentos,
el sarcasmo en tus bromas,
la intensidad de tus emociones,
la calidez de tu mirada,
la elegancia de tu rostro,
la suavidad de tus labios,
media luna en tu sonrisa,
la vainilla de tu esencia,
el vaivén de tu cabello,
la constelación de tus ojos,
el universo de tu abrazo,
el edén de tus besos,
el pecado de tu ****,
la pureza de un "te amo"
...

Dime,
¿cómo puedo poner en palabras todo lo que eres?
No es que no quiera;
es que no puedo.
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