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Mitch Prax May 2020
Dear diary;
I have thought a lot
about leaving this all behind
and buying a one-way ticket
to anywhere where no one
knows my name.
I want to forget who I am
and lose myself
in another's culture.
I want to stay until I tire
and do it all again
somewhere else.
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
Dear diary;
there's a musical riot
erupting in my
chest tonight.
My ribs echo
with the sounds of
chaos and harmony.
Nis Dec 2018
Donde mis pasos resuenan
en el eco de mi mente
una mariposa se calla
y parpadea.

La luna me mira
y sonríe,
apiadándose con benevolencia
como sólo ella sabe hacerlo.

Me tumbo en mi cama
y lloro
lágrimas de amor
por ese alguien que no existe.

La miel de mis labios
es agria y salvaje.
Por eso tal vez cada beso que doy
miente
y cada cosa que digo
duele.

Sólo nadie puede entenderme,
por eso estoy sola.
Sólo nadie puede amarme,
por eso te quiero.

Sólo la luna de mis labios resuena en mi cama.
Sólo aquí me lloro,
y el azabache de mis ojos
enturbia la realidad
con sus fluídos azulados.

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Where my steps echo
in the echo of my mind
a butterfly shuts up
and blinks.

The moon looks at me
and smiles,
taking pitty with benevolence
as only it knows how to do it.

I lie on my bed
and cry
tears of love
for that one who doesn't exist.

The honey from my lips
is sour and wild.
Maybe that's why each kiss I give
lies
and each thing I say
hurts.

Only noone can understand me,
that's why I'm alone.
Only noone can love me,
that's why I like you.

Only the moon from my lips echoes on my bed.
Only here I cry for myself,
and the jet from my eyes
muddies reality
with its bluish fluids.
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
Dear diary;
Today I came to
the realization that
I can probably count on one hand
the people who know anything
about me in real life.
If you are reading this,
I doubt you're
one of them.
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
Dear diary;
my life is far
from normal
but not so strange that I
should fear what
lies ahead.
Vincent Devito Jun 2017
So bring me with eyes struck to the place where my mind once laid. Ive strived for something much than this. As these words are nothing new from the mouth of a thousand lies and i yet long for something peaceful.
Save yourself or remain in this self tortured state. As ive seen before theres no way this ends pretty. Save yourself as theres time for redemption, for thought of something peaceful is no illusion. Bring me to the mind once cleansed as i am no longer without taint. For these scars are not visible yet i see them clearly with eyes accused. bring me my burdon for i am hopeless. Save yourself for i am no longer tempted to salvation. I say this bearing something more than pain and nothing less than grace. Save yourself for your the one who needs to be saved.

— The End —