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  Dec 2018 Paola Bodano
Phoenix Rising
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
Paola Bodano Dec 2018
let’s embrace constant change,

build Character,
create Happiness,
accept Apperance,
stay Natural,
cultivate Growth,
radiate Energy,
Paola Bodano Dec 2018
A question of perfection
Is constantly
Raised
Appraised
And ultimately
Erased

Where did it evolve
Where did you grow up
Where did you end up
There’s no correlation
Perfection
Is just a simple categorization

The common equation of
Perfection
Does not apply to
YOU or
ME

WE are all unique
Labels don’t define us
WE have gone through it all
And still seak to represent a fake plus
We are evolving, failing, and progressing.

I AM
YOU ARE
WE ALL ARE our own images of
Perfection.
Paola Bodano Dec 2018
Aveces,  
Quisiera serlo todo,  
Quisiera ser la mejor,
Quisiera tener más,
Y siempre vuelvo
Al recuerdo,
De una pequeña niña
Que no tenia nada
Pero era feliz
Y nada le hacía falta.
Paola Bodano Dec 2018
We are all so ahead of our times. Overthinking our futures, planning what 5 years ahead might look like and deceiving ourselves when this long life wanted dream isn’t achieved. So we settle for a what could’ve been, and we tell stories of a parallel life we didn’t live. So what if we died tomorrow, without thinking about today? Without thinking about everyone’s life’s we could’ve touched but didn’t, because we were so bussy living an alternate life. The future is rarely in your hands, that’s why things always go “off track.”
So enjoy, enjoy, learn, and share.
Oct 8 2018 | what is life
Paola Bodano Dec 2018
My wall isn’t white anymore.
My wall is dripping in grey.
All types of greys.
My wall is decaying,
displaying its true grain.
My wall keeps falling,

my wall isn’t my wall anymore.

But the hole in the wall let’s the light through.
I’ll follow the light everywhere I go, because my ground is full of broken walls and I will keep going until I have enough to build an empire on top.
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