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SonLy Apr 2018
Fueron más de tres horas durante las cuales me perdí
No pude diferenciar lo real de lo que en sueños percibí
A veces te veía a ti de nuevo, con esa sonrisa
La cual apenas recuerdo pero que me daba tanta alegría
Otras veces abría los ojos y veía allí, en lo alto
Una lámpara apagada en medio de un fondo blanco
Los colores de esta habitación son cambiantes durante el día
Se decoran gracias a las sombras por la escasa luz que se filtra
Esta ventana, con su persiana semicerrada, es mi escape
Noches de tormenta, lluvia y relámpagos, vaya paisaje
Cuán insignificantes son estos problemas ante el mundo
Somos protagonistas de misterios tan complejos como el futuro

Al estar despierto ahora, me cuesta creer que pude perdonarte
Incluso me sentía muy feliz de volver a encontrarte
Sin embargo esta vez tus ojos ni una expresión mía verían
Ahora eres un extraña que conozco más que tu familia
Las cosas han cambiado desde ese último Adiós
Día en el que tu ausencia se llevo toda la atención
En ese momento terminé de conocer todas tus facetas
Me había vuelto un símbolo de culpa aunque no lo dijeras
¿Pero por qué hablo de todo esto si comencé por lo opuesto?
Justamente, ahora que te pienso, esto es lo que recuerdo
No puedo imaginar, ni encontrar en mi cabeza el motivo
De ese perdón que no siento, el que te trae otra vez conmigo

Sé que durante todo ese confuso tiempo lo entendí
Nos veía sentados en el pórtico de tu casa el primero de abril
Éramos distintos, tú te esforzabas en todo momento por redimirte
Yo, en mi frialdad, porque mis palabras no llegaran a herirte
Hubo felicidad, sé que algo así alguna vez existió
Pero mi consciente tus recuerdos borró
Ahora son sólo fantasías de dos jóvenes que creo haber leído
O tal vez en alguno de mis viajes pude haber escrito
No hay detalles, no hay voces tuyas, no hay paisajes en los que creo
Que con un abrazo no habían límites en aquél eterno invierno
Ya no veo el brillo de tus ojos, ni siento la calidez de tu corazón
Terminaron como imágenes que se han perdido en mi interior

Trato de recordar apenas despierto, pero es eso
Creo que es parte de una alucinación en sueños
Me tiene bloqueado si quiero dibujar en mis pensamientos
Todo lo sucedido, mientras más lo intento más me alejo
Volverá a suceder y lo único que quedará después
Será la confusión y posterior reflexión de no cometer
Los errores que me llevaron a arriesgar las amistades
Que puse en juego por defender las falsas bondades
De alguien que no valía la pena tanto sacrificio
Tanto tiempo entregado y parte de la vida de uno mismo
Somos seres destinados a crecer, aún más después de perder
Para superarnos, evolucionar y entonces volver a creer

Es gracioso como a veces me hace feliz y otras me asusta
Que la pérdida de estos recuerdos no me parezca absurda
Es un gran lapso en blanco que revive en sucesos registrados
En las historias de alguien que vendió su memoria por unos tragos
De alguien que creyó en las mentiras del amor y la belleza
Consumiéndose en la miseria de un corazón roto y en pena
Ahora sus palabras se perdieron en los objetos de un desconocido
Un coleccionista de sueños y tragedias plasmados en libros
Es asombroso como me inspiran situaciones de las cuales
Estoy más que convencido de que no fueron reales
Te sorprendería leer que todo ese tiempo que compartimos
Se ha ido de mis sentidos, así como si no lo hubiera vivido
Ese tiempo ahora es un gran misterio cuyas pistas encuentro
Algunas noches, y cuando estoy a punto de resolverlo
Es ahí cuando mi voluntad de continuar en la vida
Derrota cualquier otro sentimiento y me despierta a un nuevo día
n stiles carmona Nov 2017
Remember:
be sure your sin will find you out.
Place your ear to the ground.
Listen out for shrieking sounds.

                          Remember.
                    ­       Mould a tinfoil helmet
                             and a bomb shelter made from leaves.
                                   Watch the sky for stars with teeth.
Saddal Diab Mar 2018
I won’t speak of love

That ****** exhausted joke

Pretentious those whose spirits flow

To chase the funky adventure

They speak of love

Like it’s the fingerprint of their palm

Reeking residue of pompous ways

Ridiculous their pursuits

Bedazzled illusion so little serves

Once the twirling dervishes have gone

Bedraggled bewildered you shall be

Was that hazed existence really me?
Thoughtsonpaper Feb 2018
If a girl is hopelessly crying in a forest and no one is around to hear her, did she actually cry?

All that you’ve heard about Rapunzel is pure lies.
She had jet black hair, that was darker than the midnight sky.
Entirely broken inside, waiting to end her life.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you what really happened tonight
Grab a delicious treat and something sweet to drink.
Before I wish you a goodnight’s sleep.

Once upon a time there was a young girl named Rapunzel
Since the age of ten she had been locked away in a monstrous tower.
Kept in chains by her demons all day.
They liked to play games with her mental state.

One of the games included, Simon Says.
Simon Says, cut a blade through your wrist.
Simon Says, bang your head against the brick wall,
Until you begin bleeding and start to fall.
She hated Simon Says,
But she always obeyed what they said.

Mother Gothel was an antagonist; a myth.
Rapunzel made her up in her mind to have someone to blame,
For all the wretched pain which she endured everyday.

Loneliness became her closest friend
As she sat alone in a cobwebbed den.
Listening to the clock ‘tick tock’ in her head
Over again like a broken record.
Making her want to rip her hair out to shreds.

The voices screaming in her head made her psychotic.
No one cared about this depressive girl,
More than they did about summer rain.
They all couldn’t see her suffering, so it didn’t matter.
Instead they threw her in a tower, an architect built.
So her mind could rot in tiny pieces, lying still.

One day a boy named Flynn came into the mix.
He loved her with all his heart; they could never be apart.
When he was around, her eyes light up.
Forgetting the misery that came after dark

Tomorrow came along.

Rapunzel was found sobbing in her fragile pale hands.
“Leave me alone!”, she screamed in terror with her eyes closed shut.
Shaking uncontrollably, while the rain and tears flowed as one.
Just like the river she wanted to drown herself in.

Flynn gently helped her to her feet in panic.
The electricity still flowing through her entire body.
“I love you.” he softly whispered into her ear.
“I love you!” he says with passion and honesty.
Her breathing slowly came to a halt, after hearing him speak.
He made her believe that life had some meaning.

Her soul now feels at peace
She looks at him with pure sincerity  
He whips her tears away, “I’ll never leave you”.
A promise he can never keep.
“I love you too”, she says with ease.
Their eyes meet together, as they laugh in unison.
Lips softly meet as one; the night has just began.
This is the happiest Rapunzel has ever been in years,
Too bad it will all suddenly disappear.



It was all an illusion.
Rapunzel suffered from Schizophrenia.
Flynn was a figment of her imagination.
An escape from her cruel reality she faced.
The townspeople didn’t want to deal with her mental illness.
So they washed her away, to be left astray.

People hate what they don’t understand,
So everyday for eight years she sat freezing in sorrow.
While her demons devoured her spirit.
Incapable of love and affection.
With a hollow chest where her heart should be.

In order to cope with the ‘life’ she was living,
Her mind made up Flynn.
Though they were madly in love; he was a fairytale.
As years went by depression ate her whole.
She died alone, in a pitch black room.
No light seeping in, with nobody to love and hold her.
To tell her everything will be okay,
And keep her heart beating in place.

If a girl dies alone in a tower, where everyone hates her, and no one is around to witness her death: did she actually exist?
The End.
I dedicate this poem to my childhood self. You deserved and deserve better. For all the sunny days people shattered with grey clouds.

I hope this poem means as much to you as it does to me. Don't stop until your reach "The End". I promise you won't regret it. I swear.
a polkadotted
napkin
full of problems
tied to a stick
slung across
my shoulder

strutting
stubbornly
from one place
to another

never questioning
why I bother
meandering
all over

a runaway
to sunny beaches
gloomy cities
far off reaches
of far earth

with stars poured
in my eyes
and hard-earned
pennies in
my purse

hoping that
this time will
be different

it couldn't
be worse

?


©2018 Adelaide Heathfield
Ever the escapist. Seeing new places with rose-colored glasses. Believing that everything will be better "over there". But forgetting to deal with my problems before I leave.
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