#ira
Ella hizo ver que el no dar a cada quien lo que le corresponde también es posible,
ella comportóse como salvaje sin melena y creyó que sería mejor que Helena,
ella algo hizo intolerable: no solo fingió acciones, se engañó a sí misma y probablemente a montones,
ella te quiso y no en un sentido sentimental, tuvo intenciones de hacerte creer que fuiste el que se comportó de forma banal.
Ellos dijeron que no la justificaban, mas supiste que esas personas también se equivocaban.
A ti te gustaba pensar que era la diferente, que no era alguien de falsas promesas, pero una más entre tanta gente.
Te presentó hasta unas tres oportunidades, no hiciste caso a la llamada 'intuición',
ella estaba muy basada en la pasión.
Trató de reemplazarte y mostró más cosas de la vida de lo que en mucho tiempo no aprendiste ni desplazándote.
Ella te hizo ver lo que a muchos enceguece, ese que es su nombre no inicia con ce ni con ese.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 12:56 PM UTC
They lived as ghosts
Between the light and the dark
Leading their lives as dead men
Gone without the funeral
Buried beneath headstones without dates
No green fields to tread upon
And see their names
No flowered coffin to cry upon
They were the chosen
The few
To fight
Chasing the wraiths of freedom
A ghost as elusive as themselves
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
a darling in Derry
by the River Foyle
in bogside slid into harry
soon this gable marked toil
and this countess came sporadic
though many were that romantic
while their seven gates said no g8
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
When I love, I exist.
However, when my love is not welcome, I don't cease to stand a fight. I demand where I invest. But I have my ego tuned to know when it's not worth any struggle anymore.
**** boy, you lifted me up and spurned all those butterflies with your touch of lips, and now you are nowhere when I need you the most. I should be able to understand that. Be it that you are simply a coward and that I was blinded or that's denial from my side, maybe. Denial of the evidence of love not being able to carve the same in you. I should have been awake. Awake when your lies mesmerized and dosed me with the temporary pleasure. Now my skin is thick. It had the temperature riot. I may not forget the pain and cry from time to time but I will learn to survive all those li'l heartaches that kills me soft. I will move on. I will smile and greet another stranger. I will win in love and life.
Say peace (ira).
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
There once was a man named Beowulf
Who was fiercer than a demon or werewolf
Except that he had a flaw
A dragon made him mortally sore
This prologue is prophetic
To the ending of this epic
So I’ll tell you more
Beowulf made his mind up at twenty-three
He would race his friend to swim across the sea
But fighting many sea monsters is quite trial
Beowulf only caught up in the final mile
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf
His equal would be hard to find
Though Breca nearly beat him
He managed to defeat him
But he would make up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up in his head
He would battle Grendel until one was dead
But even though his strength could cause a lot of harm
Beowulf only severed Grendel’s left arm
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf
His equal would be hard to find
Though Grendel he had saddened
Beowulf wasn’t gladdened
And he would make up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up then and there
He’d **** Grendel’s mother in her watery lair
Although the angry tarn-hag had put up a fight
Both monsters were beheaded that very night
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf
His equal would be hard to find
He took a child and mother
Like Cain had killed his brother
But he had made up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up when he was old
To slay a raging dragon of whom he’d been told
But Beowulf couldn’t deal with the dragon’s fire
And he was later burned atop a funeral pyre
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf
His equal would be hard to find
He once was a great hero
And now his worth is zero
But he would make up his mind
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
The leaves wither
in the way
I watched you fade
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
Can you hear me?
The monster waited outside of my bedroom door.
My body pressed against the floor.
Looking, waiting for someone to save me.
The silence slices through the air.
Mommy didn’t try to scare him away this time.
I felt my heart beat in my ears
and felt his nails caress my hair.
What makes you happy? Why is this happening?
My screams trapped inside my pillow?
My eyes red from tears?
Are you thriving from my fear?
All the King’s horsemen are dead.
The next day, I made my bed like terror never lived.
Tucked in my blankets and fluffed my pillows
erasing the memories of last night’s shadows.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC