I feel so small
so insignificantly belittled
Confusedly rejected
and desperately alone.
I wish for a saviour
to provide me with what I’m missing :
Something to make me stop thinking,
and relieve me from my pain.
I fool myself, for I know
that I am the only one who can answer
all my cries for help.
My dog is sick. She hasn’t moved for days. In the morning, when I fill up her bowl, she drags herself to the kitchen to eat. She then lays there, under the sunlight, until it’s dark. At night, she drags herself to the living room, where she sleeps.
It all started a week ago, when we went for a walk by the river. I had wanted to take her there for a long time, because she had never left the city. It broke my heart to think that nobody had taken her to see forests, streams and unexplored roads. When she gets better we’ll go back, and spend a whole day running between trees, jumping through bushes and becoming friends with the forest fauna.
But not today. Today I have to find the men that did this to her. My backpack is full and ready to go.
The sea breeze chilled her skin. She watched the horizon constantly, trying to see a sign of land. However, she knew that that would not happen for another two to five hours. That’s what the men at the shore had told her.
I must’ve done something
Extremely evil
To deserve this kind of
hell.
I am the voice in your head
The one that wants you dead.
You can tell me to stop
But you know I will not.
shut up shut up shut up shut up
Why would you go for drinks after work?
You know they all call you a dork!
They’ve invited you as a prank
When you get there they’ll call you a skank
shut up shut up shut up shut up
You know your partner doesn’t love you
So why not insult him, out of the blue ?
Make up some excuse, lie to their face
Who cares, you know you are a disgrace.
shut up shut up shut up shut up
Cuando deseas algo, y no me refiero simplemente de que te apetezca tenerlo, sino de ser capaz de dejar de vivir tu vida por conseguirlo, la dirección de todos tus actos es la misma. Cada una de tus acciones gana sentido. Cada segundo que respiras contribuye a llegar a tu objetivo. Igual no existe una meta final para la humanidad, ni para la vida particular de cada individuo… Sin embargo, en todo momento, los seres humanos tenemos un objetivo. Alguna cosa por la que nos despertamos diariamente por conseguir, más allá ade cualquier contratiempo.
Nuestro objetivo tiene mucha más fuerza.
Y cuando lo perdemos, sentimos que lo perdemos todo.
Nos cruzábamos cada día
En mi momento favorito,
En que imaginaba fantasías,
De dragones, princesas, y el mar.
Pensaba qué pasaría,
Si quisieras estar a mi lado
Recorrer el mundo conmigo,
Comer, dormir, reír y viajar.
La magia de estar contigo
Sería especial, una locura,
Pero solo puedo imaginarlo
Antes de perder la cordura.
Vivo pensando en sueños,
No me enfrento a lo real.
Porque no quiero sentir
que nada es de verdad.
Siento que nada importa,
No vale la pena continuar,
Si no lo hacemos juntos
Viviendo feliz, y en paz.
Me estás buscando
En cada rincón,
En cada mirada,
En cada beso,
En cada orgasmo.
Intentas encontrarme
Para volver
A sentirte
Vivo.
Por fin.
Te susurro,
sin que la habitación,
repleta de gente
escuche nada.
Necesito toda mi fuerza
para separarme
de ti
antes de que la habitación
llena de ojos
me recuerde
que debo partir.
I like those red lips
How they match your eye-shadow
I love how long hair suits you
And hangs flawless on your bare shoulders.
I enjoy watching your legs
Under that bright blue dress
How you move when you turn around
How you kiss me from behind.
I like holding your soft hands,
Feeling like I’m protecting you.
How you look at the world,
And the ringtone of your laughter.
I love playing with your beard.
Resting on your muscular chest.
When you shave in front of the mirror,
With a towel on your waist.
I enjoy staring at you in a suit
Looking so handsome in it,
How you move when you turn around.
How you kiss me from behind.
I like holding your strong hands,
How it makes me feel safe.
How you look at t he world,
and the ringtone of your laughter.
I love all those things
is that a mistake?
I believe love knows not
of gender, class, or race.
