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784 · May 2013
Christmas in May.
Krusty Aranda May 2013
Mother! Father!
Is it Christmas again?
It's snowy outside even though it's just May.

Santa! Santa!
What will you bring this time?
Would it be a little puppy or a red racing car?

People! People!
Let's sing carols again.
Let the sweet melodies take this cold days away.

Wake up! Wake up!
You're 20 years old.

So what if I'm a child inside? Is that really so wrong?
Halfway through May, and it's still wintery. It suddenly came to me, and yes, being a 20 year old kid is awesome :D
782 · Nov 2013
Whenever I Think Of Her
Krusty Aranda Nov 2013
Whenever I think of her
I remember the good times.
The laughs and love we used to share.
The passion in my rhymes.

Whenever I think of her
I remember how we talked.
The long hours on the telephone
would never seem enough.

Whenever I think of her
I think of her blue eyes.
The purity of her perfect smile.
Her lips would tell no lies.

Whenever I think of her
I remember all the pain.
The despicable actions that she made.
The hope she gave me in vain.

Whenever I think of her
I remember how I changed.
She made me be a better man
by breaking what she had made.
779 · Jul 2013
Coming Home.
Krusty Aranda Jul 2013
I've been away from her for too long.
I don't know if she missed me, but I sure missed her.
I missed her smell, her taste, her gentle embrace.
I missed her kiss, her touch, her finger's caress.

I've seen her. She's changed.
Does she even remember me?
She speaks to me but a couple words.
I also have changed, but I'm in essence the same.
Or am I?

I try to kiss her like we used to.
She moves away, and looks some place else.
I'm a stranger to her.
She couldn't remember me.

I can't blame her for forgetting.
After all, I've been away for too long,
but I try to get at least one look like the ones she used to send my way.
Just one look to show me, I'm back home again.
Came back home to Mexico after living in Spain for 2 years. Things have changed, but I'm still so happy to be here :)
771 · Aug 2016
Las penas del escritor
Krusty Aranda Aug 2016
Las palabras eran balas que disparaba con los dedos.
Acariciaba las teclas de la máquina de escribir con delicadeza y pasión.
Vertía sus emociones, sus desgracias, sus alegrías, sus dolores, todas en una blanca hoja de papel.
La tinta nunca dejaba de correr.
Mayúsculas y minúsculas.
Puntos, comas y acentos.
Letras, números y símbolos.
Un teclado completo para experimentar.
Combinaciones de letras, de palabras, de sentimientos, de ideas.
Un libro o un poema.
Una canción o una novela.
Un ensayo o un sólo verso.
El escribía y tecleaba, y tecleaba y escribía.
Escribía para sí.
Escribía para todos.
Escribía para ella, sobre todo.
Y tecleaba y escribía.
Y sus dedos no cansaban.
Su lírica no dormía.
La prosa que antes sostenía.
El epíteto que añoraba.
Y sus lágrimas palabras.
Y su sangre tinta en verso.
El latir de su corazón marca el ritmo del tecleo.
Y escribía y tecleaba.
Mente llena de problemas, de ideas, de emociones, de fantasía.
La realidad se torna inefable.
Las palabras aún fluyen.
Los sentimientos se escabullen y se esconden en una rima.
Ella se disfraza en papel de apología.
Y tecleaba y escribía, y escribía y tecleaba.
771 · Jul 2013
My Fate (acrostic)
Krusty Aranda Jul 2013
Again I'm feeling empty
Losing me in myself
Only to find out
Nothing can save me
E**mptiness, my fate.
762 · Dec 2012
Not a Life.
Krusty Aranda Dec 2012
Blood on my hands.
A scream choked in my throat.
The moon in the sky gives me comfort no more.
My bed empty again. One more night alone.

You didn't say goodbye. They wouldn't give you the chance to.
They just took you away, so far away.
There was nothing I could do.
I screamed your name.
I cursed their guts.
I cried myself to sleep so many nights.
Still, you were gone.

Now I know crying won't change anything.
It's time to make my move.
Stand up to the monster that dared do this to us.

"Why can't they understand?
Is it so hard to believe?"


I will look for you.
I will fight for you.
I will bring you back home where you belong,
to be together one more time... 'till the end of time.

I won't surrender this fight, even if I have to give my life.
It's not a life without you anyway.
Krusty Aranda Jul 2013
Remember your last words to me?
I sure can't forget them.
You knew where to hit to make me hurt for real,
and you went for it.

I tried to keep my cool.
For every attack you sent my way,
I swallowed my pride, and took it like a man.
I played without defense or offense.
I could not win. I didn't want to.
I just wanted it to be over.

Eventually it was, but not before you delivered the final blow.
The "coup de grâce", as the french would say.
I was done. Finished. Hurt.

I don't blame you for what you did.
You played a hurtful game, and won.
I'm not the same person I was before that day.
I wish you no bad, but I wish you no good either.
I still remember those words.
757 · Feb 2014
Courage II (Martha)
Krusty Aranda Feb 2014
A new day. A new opportunity.
Today I will. Today I must.
I've let her walk many times before,
but not this time. Today we'll talk.

I'm still very nervous. My heart is racing.
My palms are sweaty, and my body shakes.
Here she comes. It's now or never.
I walk up to her, and say hello.

-I have something to ask you.
Would you tell me what is your name?

-Martha.- She says. Ohh, what a beautiful name.
-Nice to meet you Martha. I'm Alex, by the way.

-I've got another question, Martha.
What are you doing Friday night?

-I'm not doing anything, really.
-Would you join me for coffe, and a little bit of jazz?

-Sorry, I don't like coffee.
-Ok, we can do something else.
-I'd rather not. I'm sorry.
She keeps on walking without looking back.

My heart falls and breaks. My body feels numb.
So much for courage. I got one more "no".
Maybe there's a reason. Maybe I have a chance.
Should I try again? Or should I let her go?
757 · Feb 2014
One Last Lonely Valentine
Krusty Aranda Feb 2014
February 14,
6:45 p.m.
I walk through the town plaza,
and love is in the air.
Red, heart shaped balloons.
Rose petals everywhere.
Couples sipping coffee,
sharing a sweet embrace.
But hidden between the couples
sits a girl alone.
Her eyes immersed in a poetry book.
Her lipstick imprinted on a cup.
She looked up and saw me.
I smiled and I waved.
She seemed to be shy;
the book hid her face.
I walked to her table,
and said "Hi! May I sit?".
She said yes with her head
for her lips remained sealed.
I asked for her name.
A shy voice replied "Sara.".
"I believe you're a thief.
You're a thief, my dear Sara."
.
Her expression just changed.
Her green eyes now wide open.
"What are you talking about?
I didn't steal nothing."
.
"Oh, you did, sweetest Sara,
but maybe you just don't know.
You stole my heart, dear Sara.
To you it now does belong."
.
She blushed, and sipped her coffee.
She showed me a little smile.
Looked up at me with her green eyes
as I reached out for her hand.
And so this ends the story
about two people finding love,
about two halves finding each other
to never again walk alone.
756 · Aug 2015
Goodbye
Krusty Aranda Aug 2015
The warmth.
It escapes your body.
Your limbs grow weaker.
It gets harder to breathe.
The wound won't stop bleeding.

In my hand I hold yours.
Next to you lies a knife.
Your hands get colder.
Your eyes going blank.
Your heart can't keep up.

Stop... Stop...
It ceases to beat.
No more do you breathe.
You can't see.
You can't feel.

Gone. I rest.
Grab my knife and your corpse.
Tidy up the crime scene.
Leave no trace behind.
Rest in peace, my love.
756 · Apr 2014
She Reminded Me of You
Krusty Aranda Apr 2014
She didn't have your eyes,
                                   yet she reminded me of you.
She didn't have your hair,
                                   yet she reminded me of you.
She didn't have your name,
                                   yet she reminded me of you.
She was nothing like you,
                           but I can't stop thinking of you.
754 · Nov 2013
X and Y
Krusty Aranda Nov 2013
You and I were born here in the same world.
For this one brief life we're beneath the same sky.
The great flow of time.
The wide expanse of space.
We are lucky enough to share this lifetime we get.

We can gain more if we give.
By taking we only lose.
Let us make this a new age where we show our gratitude.

There's a fragile bud of hope blooming in each of our hearts.
Don't you take that away.
Our dreams are meant to be shared.
Let it grow.
Let it live.
Let us see what it'll bring.

When we share our love we make a beautiful world.
Search it out, and find the way.
The point where we can all meet.
The point where we're the same.
There it lies: the future we seek.

Start from there, and then we'll forge a world where all can be free.
Free to dream, and free to smile.
Free to be who we will be.
Let's make sure we create a world of our hopes and dreams.

In our brief lives
we've managed to meet.
Treasure this gift.
This precious time that we have.
Found during the ending credits of Pokémon X and Y. I do not own this at all, I just thought I should share it.
752 · Mar 2013
My mask, my prison.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2013
Look at the guy with the big smile on.
He laugh's. He's glad. He's moving on,
but few people know what's really in his mind.
Sadness.
Longing.
Wishes that might not come true.

He's a master of disguise.
The man you see does not really exist.
He's just a puppet, made to not show what lies beneath his master's heart.
He's made to feel no emotion. He's made to simulate it,
and still his repertoire is limited.

This puppet seems so lifelike.
He breathes, he laughs, he acts like one of us.
How can he not be real?

A voice he can't use is choked in a scream.
He cries for help, but he can't be heard.
He now lies beneath his puppet, never to come out again.

No tears come out. No sobbing. No nothing.
Only a fake laugh, a fake smile.
He dies within his creation.

No! It cannot save him.
He's doomed!
He doomed himself in this fake but effective prison.
No more warmth in his heart.
Only the cold of this prison cell he crafted to save him.

How ironic to be killed by what was supposed to save you from yourself.
No one is safe from themselves.
Either we hide or we fight, but we still end up the same.
Was inspired by my last poem :p
742 · Aug 2016
Perfecta Imperfección
Krusty Aranda Aug 2016
Aunque quiera enamorarte
no sabría cómo hacerlo
Tú y yo ya nos conocemos
mas aún eres misterio
Tu sonrisa y tu mirada
son el aire que respiro
y tu voz adormilada
la pasión con que te miro
Son tus sueños fantasías
Son los míos realidades
Vice versa tú me admiras
mientras yo te lloro a mares
Amar es para los locos
Pocos locos somos todos
Somos todos quienes aman
Quienes te aman somos pocos
Pero locos somos quienes
imperfecta te adoramos
Yo te adoro imperfección
más perfecta que he admirado
738 · Mar 2013
Minus Me.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2013
Love is an equation, pure math,
but, unlike math, it makes no sense.
1 plus 1 makes 1?
It can also make 3.

One thing's for sure.
You minus me makes 0.
Take you away from me, and I am no more.
****! Gone.
Only to be a memory of a once perfect equation.

Add 1 to you, and it makes 1 again.
Multiply 1 by me, and I'm still 0.
When there's no 1 to add, multiplying only makes things worse.

Can I have my 1 back?
Math. Poetry. Love. Heartache.
Krusty Aranda Dec 2013
Winter comes again,
and with it comes the snow.
Freezing in a living room
sits a broken man alone.
He stares at the television
looking for a reality
he once knew was there,
but soon faded into calamity.
A hole-filled blanket covers him
trying to fight away the cold,
but you can't fight what lives inside.
The bitter man grows old.
His eyes still fixed on a deceitful screen.
His mind non-existent for his thoughts aren't his own.
A man dead in life lies still on the couch
while he searches for reality. A reality gone.
723 · Mar 2013
First and Last.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2013
Rain falls ******* the window
producing a distinctive little sound as it hits.
No stars to wonder upon to.
No moon to brighten this night.
Just the dull gray of clouds crying out their pains and worries.
I wish I could do the same.

Truth is I can't cry for you,
for to me this is not over.
Has it even started yet?

Titles were asigned; "boyfriend" and "girlfriend".
Did we ever get to that point?
Sure, it was nice, but, somehow, it wasn't as real as I wanted it to be.
No contact.
No actual dates.
No first kiss.

Now, don't get me wrong.
I do cherish all the moments we spent together.
I really did, and still do love you,
but I want this to be more than a so called reality.
There's still a long road for us to walk.

Is there really no chance for a new begining?
No chance for reality?
I only need our first kiss,
even if it's our last.
Please, don't get me wrong. I know what we had, and will always cherish it. I just think there's still more of it left for us, but, this time, lets make it real.
722 · Feb 2014
...In My Mind
Krusty Aranda Feb 2014
I want to hold her hand as we walk through the park.
Sit under a tree in the summertime, and watch the clouds forming figures,
trying to see what the other one sees.
Go to my rooftop pool at night, and gaze at the stars.
Lay in bed with her, facing each other, and just lose myself in her bright, blue eyes, holding her near me so she never leaves my side.
Wake up before she does, with the first rays of sun shining through a slim opening on my courtain,
illuminating her as I admire her natural, god given beauty as pure as it is.

I just want to hear her, sweet, warm yet shy voice say "I love you.".
715 · Sep 2015
Lluvia de Estrellas
Krusty Aranda Sep 2015
Llueven las estrellas sobre mi cama.
Danzan a mi lado y se postran ante ti.
Canta el ruiseñor despuntando el alba.
Veo tus lindos ojos y me olvido de mi.

Sigo en mi sueño de tenerte a mi lado.
En mi lecho bendecido yacemos los dos.
Un rayo de luz asoma por la ventana
e ilumina tu desnudez; pura tentación.

Admiro tu belleza con mis cinco sentidos
y me pierdo, distraído en cada paso que doy.
¿Cómo he de aburrirme de todos tus encantos
si ellos me transforman en el loco que soy?

Sueño despierto cuando estás conmigo.
Y me levanto dormido si no estás aquí.
Tímido el latir de mi corazón cuando te veo.
Frenético su ritmo al verte partir.

Frágil es la piel que mis dedos recorren.
Exótica figura que dibujan al pasar.
Suaves son los labios que me besan cada noche.
Hipnotizantes ojos no me dejan de mirar.

Llueven las estrellas sobre mi cama.
Danzan a mi lado y se postran ante ti.
Se abren las flores al llegar la mañana,
al igual que tus ojos que se fijan en mi.
712 · Aug 2013
Restoring Strength.
Krusty Aranda Aug 2013
Thinking back I realize
the big mistake I made
lending you my heart and soul
for more than just one day.

You were so gentle
when we started out,
but quickly turned sour
towards such a bitter thing.

The pain from the fights.
The rough words you said.
Now I can say I don't miss
those rotten old days

Your words pierced my flesh.
Your screams bled my heart.
But I don't need your love.
I'm learning strength, alone.

So don't come crying
back to the love we once shared.
You just won't find it.
It is not even there.
Colabortaion with KM. It was fun working with her. Go check out her work :)
707 · Dec 2014
Worship You
Krusty Aranda Dec 2014
And there she is. The reason for this altar. Decorating it just like Jesus in his cross. Her eyes open, looking down on me in an empty stare. Her body naked, clean, and pure, posing in front of a glowing, golden ring hanging from the ceiling. It is decorated with prayers, written in an ancient, secret, almost demonic, language. She is motionless, voiceless, lifeless.


   She was playing a part in the latest short film from a famed, young director. Her part was that of a shy, frightened girl in an abusive relationship, who wanted to end it before he ended her. In the script was written that she'd die by his hand. A passional crime comitted while she slept. Her life ended by a knife, still sticking out of the back of her lifeless body when it was found by her, now terrified, roommate.
   She had had a few other acting roles before this one, but this was the one that could launch her career. Sadly it would never come to be.
   When the time came to film the "discovery of the body" scene, the cast wasn't so sure about the story ending with the death of the protagonist. They felt it was too extreme for the message they were trying to share. They talked to the director, trying to change the death of the girl into nothing more than a violent fight between the couple. After much thought, the director agrees to change the script.
   But no one can change the script of fate.
   Once the script was re-written, ready to be filmed, the whole cast was called in to do so, but something was amiss. The lead actress hadn't come. Her answering machine had over 78 unheard messages. Her inbox full of unread e-mails titled Where are you?!.

  
   No one would know anything about her again. No one but me.
704 · Mar 2014
One Lavender Scented Shirt
Krusty Aranda Mar 2014
It was late, around 8, when I picked you up from the other side of town.
We had a surprise, last minute guest, or at least it was a surprise to me. Still I did not care. You were still with me, and that was all that mattered.
You had been in a perfume exhibition. The plethora of aromas impregnating my car.

We drove back to my place; I opened the door for you.
You never fully liked my chivalry, but I refused to stop being so.

We both went to my room. Your sister sat down on the computer. We closed the door behind us, and we were all alone.
You asked me if I had an old shirt you could borrow. You were kind of sick from all the perfume already.
I gave you a white shirt, and turned my back to you as you took your shirt off, exposing your dellicate, soft skin, and changed into my simple, old, white shirt.
You said "Why do you turn your back? I'm not fully naked, and I don't mind you seeing me like this.".
I was too much of a gentleman to watch her before she was dressed again.

Once in my old shirt, we laid on my bed, under the covers, and just held each other tight.
I stared into your eyes, and you stared into mine. I knew what you had been saying was nothing but I lie.
"I'm sorry, but I don't like you that way.". Yet there you were, with me in my bed.

Without a word I got closer and closer. You knew my intentions, and you went with the flow.
My lips met yours. Your lips met mine. For the first time I had kissed you, and I didn't want it to end.
That kiss was so tender, so soft, so caring. Right then I knew I wasn't mistaken for falling for you.
We kissed many more times that night. Each kiss better than the last one. You even said you had never been kissed like that before. So pasionate yet so soft. So loving and so caring.

A knock on my bedroom door, and your sister reminding you it was time for you to leave.
We got out of bed, and put our shoes on. You changed back into your shirt, and gave me back my old, white shirt.
We kissed goodbye, before letting your sister see us, and I took you back home. We smiled at each other, said goodnight, and we both went home.

When I entered my room, a scent still lingered on; on my sheets, on my clothes, on my memory, on my soul, and on that one old, white shirt.
The scent lingered on for days, weeks even, before, slowly, fading away into the air, and still that shirt held it, not physically, but, in my heart, it still smells of lavender, like that day you wore it, like the day after.

To this day I keep that shirt. It may have lost its scent, we may have fallen apart, but it still reminds me of that lavender smell that takes me back to the most passionate love I ever felt.
I wish I could re-live that day.
702 · Apr 2013
Proof.
Krusty Aranda Apr 2013
Some people say angels walk among us.
I never thought it would be true,
until just a couple minutes
I saw her. I have found proof.

She was sitting in the train.
She waited to arrive to her destination.
As I admired her beauty, I prayed for her destination to be mine, but it was all in vain.

She stood up, and headed for the door.
I cried inside. This must be wrong.
The most beautiful angel had appeared before me,
and I let her go.

I couldn't ask her name.
I couldn't get her number.
I couldn't have a chance,  but I got something better.
I have proof.
Saw the most beautiful girl today, and inspired me to write this.
701 · Jan 2013
Lives For Sale! (Haiku)
Krusty Aranda Jan 2013
Put a price-tag on
the head of every person.
Live as a puppet.
Not really sure where this came from. Not my best.
700 · Sep 2013
The Kiss That Wasn't
Krusty Aranda Sep 2013
I waited for the train to come
as I do everyday.
Standing. Listening to heavy metal.
Full volume.
Fingers playing the drum track on my lap.
Station packed with strangers
until she walks by.
She's the one girl I see everyday take the same train,
just standing a couple meters from me.
I almost smiled as she passed by,
but I was too shy to do so.
She's no model. She's no movie star.
She has sad, shy eyes hiding behind thick framed glasses.
Long, black hair falling down her shoulders.
She walks a little hunched from carrying her backpack.
And still she makes me too shy to even say hi.
I know nothing about her.
Not her age.
Not her number.
Not even her name.
All I know is I like her,
and that today I let my chance pass me by,
yet again.
698 · Apr 2015
Unplug My Heart
Krusty Aranda Apr 2015
Unplug my heart.
It has been malfunctioning lately.
It hardly beats anymore.
It stops at any given time,
leaving me temporarily dead.
Or am I permanently dead?
I don't even know anymore.
Please, I beg! Unplug my heart.
It has no purpose anymore.
This tired, weakened heart
can beat no longer.
Not without you.
693 · Mar 2012
The Last Beat(ing)
Krusty Aranda Mar 2012
It's been a while since we last met.
Remember how that last touch felt?
You ran away. You left me alone.
I couldn't hear your cries no more.

I miss the way we used to play,
even when all colors turned gray.
I love the way I'd make you scream;
it mixed well with your heartbeat.

And so this rhythm became our game,
but you still begged me to end the pain.
You claimed the game was never fun.
You were so mad you had a gun.

Placed your finger on the trigger, and pulled it.
Before you knew, you had ran out of bullets.
Too bad for you. You couldn't hit me even once.
"Now come here, baby, we'll have one last dance."

We played one last time, but it wasn't the same.
It was the last time you would play any game.
We played and played untill I couldn't hear you screaming,
and your heart was now gone. It had stopped the beating.
I'm really eager to see comments on this one.
685 · Feb 2014
Love Dies Hard (10w)
Krusty Aranda Feb 2014
I believe
I still love her
after all these years.
682 · Mar 2012
Fading Reality.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2012
Say the words I want to hear.
Tell me there's nothing to fear.
Spread the message. Make it clear.
I don't want to be stuck here.

Free me from this earthly chain.
Take me to where there's no pain.
This darkness inside must not remain;
it's hunting me all over again.

Take my spirit far away
where there's no night, where there's no day.
To see the light is for what I pray.
I'm tired of being this demon's prey.

Awaken my mind so I can think,
to find this puzzle's missing link.
To drown my sorrow it must first sink.
Watch it fade away as I blink.

So, from this moment I cease to exist,
but I'm not dead yet, I must insist.
This thing called "reality" became my beast.
Now I'm meeting with "fantasy"; that is my tryst.
677 · Oct 2016
Sudden Realization
Krusty Aranda Oct 2016
Today I came to a terrible realization
It sends chills down my spine
My body has been left completely numb, paralyzed
My heart rate has increased
It is about to burst out of my chest
My hands are sweaty
My mind hunts me with infinite thoughts
Scary, worrying thoughts
I'm shivering in fear
Could this be the end of me?
Today I came to a frightening realization



*I realized I'm in love with you
672 · Jul 2017
Desnúdate
Krusty Aranda Jul 2017
Desnúdate

Desnuda tus miedos frente al espejo
deja caer tu cabello cobrizo sobre tus hombros
y tus lágrimas amargas rodar por tus mejillas
Desnuda tus alegrías y tira la ira sobre la cama
que en el piso yazca tu tristeza, a tus pies y bajo el tocador
Desnuda tus pasiones y envuélvete con ellas
palpa tu figura con delicadeza y lujuria
que los besos de otros labios te recuerden que eres pura
Desnúdate en la cama y vístete con el calor de otros brazos
con el roce de otra piel
con la respiración pesada de otros pulmones
y el ritmo de otro corazón
Desnúdate bajo la lluvia con el frío de cada gota
con lágrimas en los ojos
y el dolor familiar de las heridas de antaño
Desnúdate de noche en la oscuridad de tu cuarto
Desnúdate de día y que el sol toque tus piernas
que la sombra busque tus nalgas y haga relucir tus senos
Desnúdate para ti
Desnúdate por ti
Desnúdate al completo y permítete sentir la brisa en tu piel
la tierra en tus pies
el amor en tu corazón
y la vida en tu ser
670 · May 2013
Damaged (10W)
Krusty Aranda May 2013
It beats.
It pumps.
It doesn't feel the same anymore.
I've changed.
670 · Apr 2015
Tu Nombre
Krusty Aranda Apr 2015
Tu nombre.
Tu dulce nombre.
Aún cuando lo escucho en otras personas tiene una sonoridad particular
que enternece mi alma, la debilita,
y se entrega a ti.

Y me acecha. Y me sigue.
A donde sea que vaya, alguien menciona tu nombre.

Oh, tu nombre.
Cada letra me hiere, clavándose en mi corazón
como siete pequeñas dagas,
desangrandome.

Me hiere el saber.
Reafirmar día con día el hecho de que no eres mía, y que nunca lo serás.

Lejos.
Lejos te quiero, mas no distante.
El dolor de tu ausencia es más fuerte que el dolor de tu presencia.
Violenta convulsión que sufre mi corazón cada vez que mis ojos se posan en ti.

Tú.
Represantación visual de un nombre.
Un nombre que me mata y me da vida.
Un nombre que me mueve y paraliza.
Un nombre.
Tu nombre.
666 · Aug 2016
The Dilemma
Krusty Aranda Aug 2016
I don't want to be asleep
because I'll dream of you,
and I don't want to be awake
because I'll think of you.
663 · Jan 2017
A single day
Krusty Aranda Jan 2017
Can I die for a single day?
I just can't stand to live today
My thoughts are scattered
My mood is gloom
I need space
I need peace
Numb me of all sensation
Cut the cord
Oh, what temptation
Trick my mind into a coma
Bring my heart into a halt
Asphixiate my pain
**** it all, and **** me too
But do it for just one day
Just for today
Wake me up in the morning
Bring me coffe and a piece of toast
Kiss me, and tell me it's all right now
Tell me it's all gone
Tell me I don't have to die tomorrow too
662 · Mar 2012
Longing.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2012
Feel the tears roll down your face.
Hear my words fade with the wind.
Regret the words you didn't say,
the thoughts you kept while I was here.

Feel my hand lossen its grip.
Feel the warmth leaving my corpse.
Shed a tear to show you care.
Call for me even if I'm not there.

Two years from now will you remember
the laughs and joy we used to share?
Will you even dream about me?
Will you think of me every now and then?

And now as I leave the body,
would you tell me why you had to wait
for something to happen to me
to show that you really cared?
Written around the feeling of longing for someone who really doesn't care about you anymore, and wondering if they would care if you were here no more.
660 · Mar 2016
Synchronized Heartache
Krusty Aranda Mar 2016
An interrumpted heartbeat
A crooked candle half lit
A careless wander into the pit
The suffocating summer heat

A self inflicted chest pain
Messing with the lion's mane
Diagnosis: not insane
Walk on on the empty lane
Krusty Aranda May 2016
She's got me against the ropes.
I'm subdued by the spell she put on me.
I can't break free.
Hit me once. Hit me twice.
Yet I can't seem to hit the ground.
I take one blow. I take two blows.
The pain grows bigger while I get smaller.
Caving within myself I can't stop loving her abuse.
Or is it even her that's killing me at all?
651 · Apr 2012
Eclipse in my Eyes.
Krusty Aranda Apr 2012
When I was alone,
broken, beaten and scarred.
I had no home,
no place to hide.
The sun shone bright,
and I realised.
I found my place,
I found my light.

But suddenly darkness
came crawling back.
The sun hid away
took the brightness I lacked.
My heart pounding hard.
My knees shivering in fear.
Fear I would live
to suffer in here.

The light faded out.
The darkness is here.
It made a home
inside of me.
So here I am alone,
broken, beaten and scarred
with darkness inside me,
and the eclipse in my eyes.
****! I feel this way again.
646 · Dec 2013
Love Wasn't Enough
Krusty Aranda Dec 2013
For months I thought it was your love I needed to keep me alive.
Recently I found out I was wrong.
It is your hate which gives me life.

Every piercing word you've said.
Every attack towards me,
it gives me strength.
It gives me joy.
It gives me everything I lacked.
FUN!

I feed on your hate towards me,
so please, baby, hate me.
Hate me!

Sharpen your words so they pierce even further.
Make your thoughts sting me, and leave me bleeding.
I know you like it, and so do I.

Hate.
Hate.

Hate me!!

Forget about the love!
Such a weak feeling, waiting for the wind to shatter it.
Instead lets hate each other.
**** me so I can be alive.

Hate me, baby. Hate me!
Feed me with your hate.
After all, you don't seem to love me anymore,
so enter my sick game.
;)
645 · Aug 2016
Una Tarde en Viernes
Krusty Aranda Aug 2016
Te lloré una tarde en viernes
Te lloré de forma amarga
Pena grande mi alma carga
Sentimiento, en mi te ciernes

Te lloré en solitario
Confinado a un rincón
Desahogando el corazón
Recorriendo su calvario

Te lloré sin hacer ruido
El silencio es mi testigo
Lágrimas, mi buen amigo
Las derramo con descuido

Te lloré hacia mis adentros
Pues mi pena es mía sola
Pena enorme que desola
No consuelan los encuentros

Te lloré con ojos ciegos
Sin mirar a las razones
Tontos son dos corazones
Que no pasan de los juegos

Te lloré con ritmo errante
A destiempo y sincopado
Estar lejos, ser amado
Destino del caminante

Te lloré por vez primera
Desde hacía muchos meses
Te he llorado muchas veces
Desde aquella primavera

Te lloré hasta no llorar
Mi motivo se ha apagado
Por vencido no me he dado
Pues por siempre te he de amar
642 · Feb 2013
Late Night Heartbreak (10W)
Krusty Aranda Feb 2013
A broken heart won't change
what your love has done.
I'm strangely happy. I guess love just brings the best out of everyone... even when you're losing it.
641 · Mar 2012
Kiss of Death.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2012
I can feel the venom
spreading through my veins.
It's too late to act now,
though I should have seen from the start
that you were of the poisonous kind.

I saw the signs,
which I decided to ignore.
You paralized me. I couldn't move no more.
You gave me a kiss, which injected the venom,
and now I agonize,
dying of love.

Now, as you move on to your next victim
I dedicate my last words to you.
Be careful who you are kissing
because you might be poisoned too.
This one was really random.
641 · Apr 2013
Wasted Love (20w)
Krusty Aranda Apr 2013
I thought I loved you,
but I see now
I wasted my time and love.
I won't get fooled again.
Goodbye.
635 · Sep 2015
Drifting Away
Krusty Aranda Sep 2015
Further and further;
we're slowly drifting away.
Promise you'll come back.
Krusty Aranda Jan 2013
Memories come to me
in the form of
sweet melodies.
621 · Jun 2012
Still going on.
Krusty Aranda Jun 2012
I'm walking the streets going from bar to bar.
There's just no way to hide this scar.
This scar is nothing you can see at all;
it lies deep within my soul.

This wound was not made by any weapon,
and it grew bigger in every place I stood on.
To cut the **** I'll tell you the truth.
The people; they killed my dreams and my mood.

They said I was worthless. They said I was weak.
They said I couldn't do a miserable trick.
Their words hurt my spirit. Their words hurt my heart.
They were just about to bring me apart.

They were still attacking, but I wouldn't care.
I had wasted my time; it just wasn't fair.
I found a way to avoid all their bullets:
To live my own life. Don't care for their comments.

So I walk the streets going from bar to bar,
and I'm not even ashamed of this scar.
It is a memoir of a battle long won;
it tells me that life is still going on.
Not necessarily about me (although everyone could relate), but for a special someone who's going through a hard time.
619 · Mar 2013
Reality.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2013
Reality** *is
what happens between
when I go to bed
and
when I wake up.
Lost contact with reality. Did I ever contact it?
613 · Jul 2015
Your First Heartbreak
Krusty Aranda Jul 2015
Sitting on the steps before your front door.
You were only fifteen.
Wearing denim pants, red sneakers, and a tank top,
and your face full of tears.
Two hours, twenty minutes, and ten seconds ago
you wore your heart on your sleeve.
You'd seen him. You'd met him. You were crazy for him,
but you woldn't believe.
Your green eyes. Your red lips. Your wavy, blonde hair.
None of that could he see,
while I sat on the steps before your front door
hoping you would see me.
603 · Sep 2016
No es para mi
Krusty Aranda Sep 2016
De nuevo acepté que no va a ser mi nada nunca,
y sí, es triste,
pero no hay nada que yo pueda hacer.

No deja de ser mi amor inalcanzable,
pero sólo deseo que sea feliz,
que esté bien
y yo estaré ahí siempre que necesite a alguien,
incluso si no me busca.

No siempre se puede tener lo que uno quiere,
y lo sé.

Me siento bien con saber que la puedo hacer reír
y que podemos hablar de tonterías y temas profundos,
saber que puede ser ella misma cuando está conmigo
y yo ser yo mismo cuando estoy con ella.
No tengo que aparentar
ni dejar de hacer
ni empezar a hacer.
Me siento bien siendo yo con ella, me quiera o no.

Es lo que le puedo ofrecer.

Sé que he hecho cosas fuera de lugar con ella,
y que quizá lastimaron su perspectiva de mi y su decisión.
Y ella igual ha hecho cosas que me han lastimado mucho,
pero no le reprocho nada.

Sé que ella no es como cualquier mujer que haya conocido,
es diferente,
y, aunque ella no lo logre entender,
es un ángel más allá de lo que deja ver.
Y a los ángeles los adoramos desde la distancia,
nos son inalcanzables,
tanto como ella lo es para mi.

Y la seguiré soñando cada noche,
y la seguiré mirando cuando ella no ve,
y la seguiré pensando,
y la seguiré escribiendo,
pero no es para mi.
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