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persona unica¿¿ única??
¿una persona única?
uhm es interesante aquella palabra,
la cual dice muchas cosas,
¿porque digo interesante?
pues lastimosamente esta 
palabra es muy poco común, 
en esta sociedad de hipocresía, falsedad y superficialidad.


la persona que se atreva a ser única, aquella persona, es muy valiente 
¿porque?,pues,no se como decirlo,en pocas palabras.


una persona única es aquella que 
tiene un diferente pensamiento que los demás, aquella persona 
puedes ser mejor que los demás.


todos alguna vez fuimos únicos, pero la triste realidad es que 
gracias a que todos, estoy diciendo todos, alguna vez tuvimos el deseo 
de que esta sociedad nos aceptara
Strainbreaking face
rolling around with misery
listening voices
tears bleed
flowing hearts
blocked dreams
locked screams
what is seems
who believes
count the weeks
lonely
songs brings
heartless things
thoughtless mean
Crying me
Focus please
Catch means
Death
Swallowing breath
Shallow help
look in the well
Zero tale
Zero tell
Burning hell
Fail
Abandon shell
All of us are here
Snow Queen
She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.

She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.

The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.
It's War!It's War!

It's war, when the father gets up in his holidays by 5 clock.
         When he enters his service for the family like everyone else.
         When he just attacks the pool-landscape of the Normadie.
         When he raised his flag to mark his capture area.
         He and 500 others.

It's war, when she attacks the discounts.
         When she search for the armed conflict between her girlfriends.
         When she capture ressources, she didn't need.
         When she also brings scarped knees with her new summer skirt home.
         She and 500 others.

It's war, when the whole humans loose their heads.
         We and
Ta osobaTo osoba kochana
i powszechnie szanowana.
Wiek jej... Się nie liczy.
Serce ma jakby wyrwane z Zawiszy.
Nigdy Cię nie zawiedzie, ale doradzi.
Niebawem jej święto, więc prezencik mamy.
To ten skromny wierszyk i kilka drobiazgów.
Bo Twe serce jest pełne drobiazgów, Mamo. c:
Hey guys...You want to know a secret?hey...when people ask hows it going? or whats up? or how ya been? do they actually care how you've been?

I don't think even 50% of them care.

they have their own problems. As do I. However, I'm part of the fifty percent that would rather listen to other peoples issues instead of mine. Instead of doing homework or listen to teachers in school or do something people "Believe" is important to graduate high school. I would rather help someone. Do something more important.

Honestly... I think high school is a waste of time. Why can't high school be classes that would actually teach you what you "need" to know? cause honestly if I want to become
InsomniacI lie here awake.
With every breath
I take,
I notice my chest
Is heavy and
My heart feels burdened
And empty...

Why do I feel this way?
Will someone please come
Take this pressure and
Pain away?
Or will I have to
Suffer through this night
With stiff and tense muscles
That ache?

I toss and turn and fight
All through
This sleepless night.
But why?
I don't know...
I feel like an
Empty shell.

Yes, empty because
I feel like
I have been exposed;
And my soul has fled.

Could I be dead?
Or is this all in my head?

I still toss and turn
And fight all through
This sleepless night.
Someone please
Rescue me...
From all these
Nightmare-ish dreams;
.:Vent-Drown:.I feel like I can't breathe,
Making me become a monster I can't see.
Down I continue to sink,
Really feeling useless dying the water in my tears of ink,
Overly emotional,
Well I've lost my sanity, I've lost it all;
Never will I be able to swim back up,
I can't see the sun,
Never will I get to see it anymore, because I'm....
Gone
*.Quietly:Vent.*Im quietly living,
despite the pain inside.
I'm silently listening,
letting the knife pain subside.
I'm slowly bleeding much like a drought,
yet no one has seemed,
to figure this out.
Forced to live and suffer in this eerie silence,
only.....
only listening to this broken heart of mine's fading beating.
Thank You MomYou were with me, when I cried,
You were telling truth, when I lied,
You're my biggest proud,
I could even scream it loud,
Now I know, what to say,
I know how to pray.

I want to thank you Mom,
For everything you have done,
You showed me right things,
Thank you for giving me wings,
You were saving my life,
In the moments I wanted to die.

You were going with me to Doc,
You were showing me support,
When I was doing something bad,
You've never been mad,
You gave me a lot of love,
Love, and even more.

Than you Mom.
For everything.
Mereces.Resultaste ser en carne propia lo que odiabas de las anteriores mentes mediocres que cruzaron mi camino, ahora no te queda mas que atarte una cuerda al cuello, recuerda esas personas te enferman, ahora pruebas lo que odias y ahora eres tu la persona enferma, así que deja las excusas deja las mentiras, deja toda esa estúpida saliva gastada en vano, solo muere, sin metáforas ni nada no mereces ni la tinta con la que escribo para mi placer de odio, sin embargo lo hago por que mejor medicina que esta para mi no hay.
RotosYa no soy la persona que solía ser, aquel naufrago que nunca se dio por vencido en las islas perdidas, a todo le encontraba una dosis de emoción.
Ahora solo camino encobrado mis pasos son lentos y tediosos, una espora letal mas jodida que el mismo veneno entro en mi y esa enfermedad tiene nombre..
Broken HeartDaggers shine
Disguised like harmless arrows
From cupids quiver
StrangledThe loneliness strangles me
It chokes me tightly
Slowly gasping for air
Painfully dying

I start to lose conscience
I fall into the ground
Crawling to a corner
To die alone

No one to help me
Im all alone
I take one last breath
To expire on the ground
Possibly Not.I lied to you, or Possibly Not
I really missed you so
I let myself become afraid -
Afraid you might let go

I've thought of you so many times
You've crept into my dreams
My eyes were lit, a little bit
When your name showed on my screen

You've talked me into things before
Awakened my "logical" thoughts
Convinced me like no one ever could
Not a word you've said, I forgot

You made your way into my life
A good friend from the very start
I can't believe you still remain
Tied securely to my heart
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Woodstove


It was cold.
A sudden crackle,
the snap of flame
and red warmth spread through the room
from the staunch, cast-iron woodstove
huddled in a corner
by the rocking chair.
Its glass window was blackened
with soot, testifying to its unwavering service
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with only a few pieces of wood
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had kept it from its job in all its long years.
Even when the fickle electric neighbors
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cooking, heating water,
giving light.

Now the house is empty
and the always-faithful woodstove
has been abandoned,
left to wear cobwebs
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Interesting piece. I really like the tone that you convey.
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