

Almost -L-overI'm the sad story collector Luring into some (un)known shade of nostalgia Strolling inside a chaos that was already there.Almost -L-over
&...
You're the chaser of disaster Casting devastating catastrophes Into a soul that was already broken.
together...
We're such tragic lovers, Glooming out the night with nurturing words that never stood a chance in the middle of this silence.
& all I have now is rehearsed poetry and meaningless verses Etched into my skin & the memory of the lips that tasted like heartbreak. But I thought there would be s


Mar LunarEl mar es de color invierno, huele a fuegos artificiales y un cierto amarillo fluorescente. El chico del río esta recostado en la arena, contando las olas en las nubes del cielo, atesorando esas memorias dentro de sus aguas. Sus ojos tienen el color de un Prisma, cuando miras dentro de ellos puedes ver todos los espectros geométricos de la tristeza. No es más que una trágica silueta en la sombra.Mar Lunar
La luna tiene el color verano, huele a luciérnagas y un cierto tono de azul eléctrico. La chica lunar se encuentra parada en el cielo, contando las estrellas en el reflejo del agua, guardando la


Lunar SeaThe sea is the color of winter, it smells like fireworks and some fluorescent shade of yellow. The River Boy is leaning against the sand, counting the waves of the clouds, storing the memories deep inside his waters. His eyes are the color of Prisms, when you look inside them you get to see all the geometrical spectrums of sadness. He is such a tragic silhouette against the dark.Lunar Sea
The moon is the color of summer, it smells like fireflies and some electric shade of blue. The Lunar Girl is standing against the sky, counting the stars in the water reflection, storing the memories deep inside her galaxies. She has irises t


First Day of my LifeI knocked on his front door three times before he answered. He was always one to leave you waiting. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I always lingered.First Day of my Life
He stood proud and lean against the doorframe. Pianist hands tucked inside his pockets, he left me wondering if he was still wearing the black ring he always carried in the forefinger of his left hand. His dark hair shut his eyes like a curtain blocking out the view. It had grown so long since the last time I had looked at it. I wondered how many nights clung to it already.
He looked surprised of having me standing outside his door one Saturday at five
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
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Breaking entering
The dark and lonely places
Finding a big gun
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E E R I T R O C I T E . C O M
Disfrútalo
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Ojalá y la lluvia me ahogue entre sus brazos...
Para no pensar en ti.
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
Great writing, keep it up
"Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid. "
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Want to do great things with your art? Check it out : [link]
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
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*I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.*
*Behind this mask is an idea... And ideas are bulletproof.*
*We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.*
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
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*I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.*
*Behind this mask is an idea... And ideas are bulletproof.*
*We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.*
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The time has come the walrus said
To talk of many things
and happy new year
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# et puis...
# ... un rêve sans étoiles est un rêve oublié
e t s y │ b l o g
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
appreciate it
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You laugh because I'm different... I laugh cause I just farted!
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
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my heart is beating rock'n'roll
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...the person you love is 72,8% water...
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"La vida solo dice las palabras que le hemos enseñado"
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Para saber que al fin el mundo es esto, en su mejor momento una nostalgia, en su peor momento un desamparo, y siempre siempre, un lío....
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