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Marinela Abarca Mar 2015
Teach me how to paint.
With my tongue as the brush and your body as a canvas, we could craft a masterpiece.
Marinela Abarca Feb 2015
She spent all her time staring at a blank canvas until tears started rolling down her cheeks.
I waited in silence until she stopped trembling and her eyes were not sore.
She said she can't see beauty in lines and colors anymore.  
That is when I picked her up from the floor and placed her in front of a mirror.
And whispered to her, "You are the only art I adore."
Marinela Abarca Feb 2015
Looking up at the stars
From behind these iron bars
I realized with a start
I am a prisoner in my own heart
  Jan 2015 Marinela Abarca
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Marinela Abarca Jan 2015
the cigarettes i smoked didn't taste as bitter as your name leaving my lips for the last time
the high i got didn't made me feel the way i did when I held your hand in mine
the messed up sheets failed to rid me of the need to write you in every line
the intoxication of the night failed to make me forget your deep ocean eyes

And darling, you are the one who destroyed my life
'cause you're worse than any vice
I want to be cleansed of you.
  Jan 2015 Marinela Abarca
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i woke up in the middle of the night
with the sound of my heart calling your name in every beat
Marinela Abarca Dec 2014
I dreamt of you and it felt like ice water running down my spine....
cause even in my dreams, you weren't even mine.
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