Hell within...

I'm running against time... trying to catch up with a ghost I will never find... and my insides are on fire... My moment is getting to it's end... I know it... You know it... and still I can't let go... but I'm burning you... you can't be inside me anymore... this hell within is too much for such delicate skin... a porcelain angel... all is turning into ashes... and soon it would be no more...

Oct. 20, 2012

Spoiled little brat...

Like a spoiled little brat... doing tantrums... acting out... thinking you deserve to be right all the time...

Like a spoil little ... believe you are the only things that matters... degrading... mistreating... believing you'll get what you want by snapping the fingers...

Like a spoiled little brat... freaking out for no reason... disregarding... not caring... crying for toys and attention...

But like a spoiled little brat you got to grow... someone will make you learn... life will give you a repremend... and you will have to just say thanks...

Oct. 18, 2012

Delicious...

i love the way you feel... so warm inside me... so soft... so strong... you fill all my emptyness... you know exactly how far to go... you give me energy when I need it... and calmness after the storm... I love the way you taste... I love your steam in my face... you are my aphrodisiac... my desire... my delicious hot cup of chocolate...

Oct. 17, 2012

"Espaguetti"...

una confluencia de ideas y situaciones en mi cabeza me invaden... un bowl de espaghetti pareciera... se enredan... se desenredan... y se requetenredan... me las disfruto.... se complican... me emplastan... no sé si comerlas con tenedor o con cuchara... me queman... me llenan... aveces es demasiado... pero no puedo parar... y me indigestan... no se sabe si estan arriba o si van pa'bajo... es desquiciante... pareciera que tengo un bowl de espaghetti en la cabeza... ahora sólome queda decidir si es con carne o con pollo...

Oct. 17, 2012

The mirror...

a mere reflection in the mirror... who is that looking back?... i don't recognize that shadow anymore... I don't know from who is that stare... a mere reflection in the mirror... a remanent of the past... a soul in sorrow... someone that will never come back... a mere reflection in the mirror... that what I am... I should get a stone... and break that glass...

Oct. 17, 2010

Y...

Y creo que tal vez esto sea lo que tenga que decir:

el mundo sigue girando y las hojas siguen cayendo y las personas caminan y todo el mundo se despide.

Oct. 16, 2012

Muñeca de trapo...

muñeca de trapo de ojos de botones y boca de corazón... vieja, maltrecha, olvidada... sin ideas, sin razón... muñeca de trapo de cuerpo de acerrín y cabeza de algodón... triste... vacía... atrapada... sollozando en un rincón... muñeca de trapo de traje surcido y zapatitos de charol... muda... sorda... moribunda... sin nadie que le de amor...

Oct. 16, 2012