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 Nov 2015 Miguela shine
GM
I'm so deep inside my mind that my life is no longer being lived.
The mind and body are detached.
It's as if I'm watching a play; I've not seen it before but I know the outcome of every scene.
There are no surprises anymore, nothing new, nothing to spark an idea. Everything has happened before, every word said before me.
What difference am I making by repeating words and actions of others?
I'm not.
The meaning of my life is to make others happy, to ensure those I meet never know how it feels to be lonely, hurt or unloved.
This is not a difference you can make when you are trapped in despair.
If the meaning of life is compromised, then life itself is, too.
Why live a life with no meaning?
There is no reason at all.
I cause pain,
But I don't mean to,
I make people cry,
But I don't mean to,
I shout at the top of lungs wildly,
But I don't mean to,
I scratch at my skin till blood comes,
Wishing I were someone else,
Because I inflict horror,
But I don't mean to.
[Let me be your silver lining, dear Alice.
I'll destroy this space of menace for your sake;
send us wings so that we might be freed from crucifixion—
—running and panting heavily against timelords.
And sometimes decaying isn't the initial conclusion,
so we'll fade away to the gates of hell.]

I.
Alice and I,
we were the
best of friends
since we were
kids.
Everything seemed
alright and
we have always
been at our zenith
until the high
stakes made us
drift apart.
I didn't see
her for almost a year
and when she came
back, she only
said one thing;
"I guess no one
possesses full control
to deviate against
the violence of
the sun."
and she disappeared
forever with no traces
to be found.
A lot of people told
me their guesses
about where she might
have been gone to
but I think
they're all lying.

II.
The inherent truth is
that Alice has been
reborn and become
a menace.
That girl was a
benevolent soul in
her past life
but her heart died
faster than the
speed of light
for the villains
of circumstance
killed her.
It's true that
altruism is a
lie and kindness
has never been
something perpetual
amongst people;
human nature
is malevolent and
kindness is deceptive
and that's why
Alice decided to
resurrect as
a villain and
the heroic past self
of hers had dissipated
into a thin air.

III.
There are people
who grow up
to be the person
they promised they
will never be
when they were
younger.
Nothing and no
one has ever really
been good or bad,
Alice, I think you
understand it too.
On the outside world,
they pretend to be heroes
and show off
their facade of
"kindness" in order to
strive for recognition;
they act as if
they're martyrs who
fight for everyone but
in fact,
they fight for their
own
good.
If they're saying
that egocentricism never
runs inside them then
it's a big
*******
lie.

IV.
You and I are
the ones who
used to be
afraid of
high stakes but
now we keep
on incessantly
demolishing those
high
stakes.
When you were
back from the dead,
you became the person
who destroys
everything and
everyone that
get in your way.
You and I,
we're both arsonists.
We ignite stalwart,
heinous flames toward
everything that opposes us;
not because we're sick
of being kind but
because we've come
to realize how
thoroughly fake
the concept of
kindness is.
 Nov 2015 Miguela shine
Negra
At the most recent party I went to
I was only warm.
The complete opposite of what I wanted to feel.
And you said warm is ideal. Right?
And I said no. **** the middle.
I. Want. To. Burn.
From the kind of dancing that makes your back sweat
Hips swing
From the Afro Latin beats
Whine to the Caribbean dance hall music
Naturally stepping without getting stepped on.
Screaming in unison to the lyrics of a dumb top 40's song.
Breaking my back to some nasty reggaeton
Throwin it back to the 90's classic. OW!
Gettin intimate body to body in a tasteful salsa.
Baby baby baby you make me wana holla.
I want to sweat!
But no one's dancing.
There's too much beer pong.
And I'm warm,
Only from alcohol.
I'm leaving this party.
Air  
still.  
City ablaze with light,  
and souls.  
And an acoustic guitar  
Echoing  
molten words  
an unfamiliar language of a  
Melody’s essence awakening.  
Inhale.
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