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TimeO watch the date being written on the top of a page and I think about time, and years, and seconds and minutes, and nothing makes sense.
I think of hours becoming minutes and minutes ticking like seconds but not quite and not fast but not slow, never enough time. And like a white rabbit I chase after my clock and all I can do is drag you behind me tired and gasping for breath.
But time is relative like our perception of it, and in the clarity of your eyes upon me and the brush of your skin no moment is infinite and even though we have no end I can’t seem to find enough time.
Days pass us by in waking moments and yet I dream of you, beside you, because of you.
And yet we don’t have enough time, not 12 hours, not 7 days, our bodies and hands always seem to seek for more, never satisfied.
And another full moon will pass, and I will be waiting, for time to once more stop, upon you.
Por ahoraY todo sigue fluyendo: el agua recolectada en el pequeño canal temporal afuera de mi ventana, la brisa en las copas de los árboles, meciendo a las aves, que mañaneras se duermen temprano, el ir y venir de la gente al terminar el día.
Y nada se detiene, ni el cortejo amargo y distante de las estrellas, que fallecidas, nos mandan un último suspiro, ni las estaciones que, confundidas por arboles perenes, se tropiezan unas con otras sin saber cuándo es quien ni donde es alguien.
Y yo aquí sigo pensándote, entre palabras a medio escribir, temprano en la mañana; durante el café, queriendo tomar tu mano; después de la ducha, cuando mi cabello, ahora más corto, más simple, rosa mi nuca fría y me estremezco.
Y los días se alargan, y el tiempo estira, y continuo inmóvil. Por ahora me conformo en pensarte y fluir como el agua, como la briza, como el tiempo.
What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see an
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I'm frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins and icebergs rooting in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs. Because there's none. I don't feel anything when he leave.
Truth is, I want to feel crushed, and heart broken. Because at least sadness can prove that I loved him and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that's what I know, that's the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and crying without rain to validate our tears. I want to write so
KaterleYou are what taught me how to love, your breathing my dictionary. I sleep best when you're snoring next to me, as you're doing it right now...
We met when I was about ten, and I wasn't doing well. You came with sky-blue eyes and the old lady you just wouldn't stand to be separated from. The beauty of winter, but your heart was a camp fire in the deep dark woods, a comfort to the lost wanderers like me. When my head ached from crying too much, I had a soft place to lay it down on you. Your fur dried all my tears. Your gentle purring drowned all thoughts of sad and grey.
That house was never my home; but they say home is where the heart is, and you were there, and I stayed with you.
Would I still be alive if I had run away back then?
Would it even be life without you?
And whenever my heart hurts, I have you. Your sweet, gloved paws to touch my face, your calm heartbeat to talk to me. The only thing it ever says is 'I love you.'
It's an echo of my own, it's the voice of all my thoughts. T
do it.Suffering isn't always pain.
Sometimes its having to itch your finger,
when you wanna strike a match,
and watch it all just fucking burn.
lover I will never haveto the lover I will never have...
What was I in your eyes?
A one night stand?
A friend? An enemy? A lover?
Though, I thought it was strange... You always said you hated me.
Always pushed me away.. But I guess that's alright.
You called me cute though. That day, after school.
It left an imprint on me. And I wondered.
What do you really think of me?
Just what am I to you?
We never kissed. Never-- did, anything of that nature.
School's full of pretty boys.. And hot girls..
Why call me cute? Why not some chick you got pregnant?
There's videos of it, you know.. Online.. Tons..
We want to share our bodies with the world. We want them, to notice us.
To touch us. Show us how they make us feel..
I'm just a guy.. Nothing special about me.. Not at all..
Still, you called me cute. And I guess..-- I wondered what you meant by that.
Maybe it was nothing, so I'm overreacting. But maybe, maybe it was something.
I'll never know.
Though days will go by. Before long, you
fin.and before I knew it
I fell into a pit of utter darkness
falling and falling
as I kept crumbling apart
times like these
will not occur forever
and I can assure you
that is the truth
before you start to believe
it is indeed the end of the road
look above of you
shines down upon you
and you had never noticed it
and before you realize the truth
you already have found the end of
the tunnel filled with utter darkness
just to find yourself
in the broad daylight again
La Realidad De Mis ExpectativasQuería regalarte todas mis ideas y pensamientos, pero note que pensábamos igual.
Quería recostarme contigo de noche y rogarte para ver mis películas favoritas, pero conocías todas las historias.
Me estire para tomar tu mano de sorpresa, pero me esperabas con dedos extendidos y palmas suaves.
Soñaba con pasar las tardes contigo y desvelarnos hasta la madrugada, conversando entre besos y mirándote de reojo, como cada fin de semana parecemos hacerlo.
Últimamente me encuentro de humor para escribir líneas cortas, supongo que es bueno eliminar el relleno de vez en cuando
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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