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 facerolling around with miserylistening voicestears bleedflowing heartsblocked dreamslocked screamswhat is seemswho believescount the weekslonelysongs bringsheartless thingsthoughtless meanCrying meFocus pleaseCatch meansDeathSwallowing breathShallow helplook in the wellZero taleZero tellBurning hellFailAbandon shellAll of us are here
Snow QueenShe'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
Esas madrugadas llenas de pensEsas madrugadas llenas de pensamientos rodeando mi cabeza como enredaderas unidas unas con otras, donde pienso real y no emocional, donde tu me cegaste y me tiraste a mi suerte, donde ahora me levanto solo, donde ahora tu te encuentras en el cielo, pero pronto caerás, recuerda las nubes no son de hierro.
Ta osobaTo osoba kochanai 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
.: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
1Tienes el mismo repertorio y las mismas actitudes para cada persona que se topa en tu camino?, sera acaso el mismo inesperado final para cada amorío estúpido?Juegas con fuego,deja de tocar las puertas del infierno,algún día abrirán, y seras devorada por tu misma boca.
They destroyed the moonThey destroyed the moonThe moon used to be my Novocaine.It brought the tide to cover up my pain.I'd wait for it to come.When the tide came I was numb,It'd wash over me,And I'd feel free,But in reality,The pain was still inside of me.It was never gone, just hidden from view,Like cosmetics to a bruise, hiding the black and blue,The truth is that my tide,Was a place for me to hide,The pain was still there every day,I've never actually been okay,And now I wait again for the tide to come,For my chance to be completely numb.But the moon is destroyed,My membership is void,I'm exposed,There's nowhere to repose,The tide is gone.
InsomniacI lie here awake.With every breathI take,I notice my chest Is heavy and My heart feels burdenedAnd empty...Why do I feel this way?Will someone please comeTake this pressure andPain away?Or will I have to Suffer through this nightWith stiff and tense musclesThat ache?I toss and turn and fightAll throughThis sleepless night.But why?I don't know...I feel like anEmpty shell.Yes, empty because I feel likeI have been exposed;And my soul has fled.Could I be dead?Or is this all in my head?I still toss and turnAnd fight all throughThis sleepless night.Someone pleaseRescue me...From all theseNightmare-ish dreams;
*.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..
Convene.Searching for what is found....the caress im primalcompletes the closure a highest decsent into waterto open from withini drownin the essenseof the embrace this harmonic convergancein the anticipation of the constructionto deform the fracturei hold stillin the serene....
Your words always make my heart sing.
seems like it,..