I Promise It

i promise i don't cry
i promise it doesn't bother me
i promise i am strong
i promise that I am lying
and it scares me to the bone
but i promise for a fact
that i will not let it show.

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Lost You Now

1 day old is no age to be so hated
You should have grown strong
But now you sleep tormented
And now you won't wake up
No matter how much I try
You would have been my own to raise
If your parents were too harsh
But they stopped your breath so soon
Now I can only watch.

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Little Soldier version.2

Hey there little soldier
Crying in your misery
I would love to tell you
To stand up and dry 'em tears
To straighten up and smile
... But who am I to do so?
Who am I to deny what you see
And say everything is alright?
It would be a lie and we know it.
So here Is a truth, it doesn't matter.
It's not the last time you will feel so sad.
And I wonder how your little head
Must feel right now, the way it works
The way you think about it all
You judge what I didn't see till I was 5.
You speak like a Zen monk little one.
You are blessed or cursed
To be here on earth
You have seen it all and more
You know that very well
I won't tell you to dry your eyes
Cause I know you won't just yet
But I will give you some good advice
Never give up little soldier
Hold your head up high
But also be polite.

Dedicated to my 2 year old cousin.

I see everything

I just cant understand it all
its a blur of thoughts
not all of them make sense
but when i look carefully
I can make it a piece of art

Life Must be Learned, Not Taught

everyone can
but few know how
and if you ask
im just gonna say
practice every day
but it goes deeper
... and its much simpler
still, if they care
and they're smart
they will know
the secret to art
is to have a taste
for drawing life

Notando algo

ya dudo
pero aun calló
siento un aroma a fuego
pero mejor me siento y observo.
antes de arrojar mi vida al suelo
me quiero asegurar de que haya algun suelo.

Memories I dont Understand.

I remember a time but I don't remember when or how
There was the sound of gun shots everywhere
I remember a pain burning in my body somewhere
it was hard to hide such pain, but I had to endure it
I remember it but its so blurred up and strange
I'm sure its never happened but the memory is  there
I have told my parents but its easy to dismiss such stories
As a child's nightmare that  scared it so that it would seem real to them.
But its real
It happened
But who would believe?
I remember my state of mind, it was proud but fearful
But I did not fear for myself, I feared for someone else.
i was terrified because i loved this person.




But in a moment everything was gone, no floor, no noise, no sky, no darkness and no stars.
Just a space full of emptiness and life was in the air
It was as  if the air was alive, and I did not need my eyes
Because it was not dark, but I still couldn't see a thing.
All I know is I remember, like it had happened to me.
Of course I see its impossible, but the way I remember it, it's also feels impossible to argue.

Lost too soon

People say I'm still young And I have all the time in the world. But I feel its all gonna be coming at me way too fast. They say I should be ok if I know who I am. Perfect. Then the only question I have to ask is one only I can answer. But I don't know how to answer myself convincingly.

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Reality Is a Dream

I dreamed I was chasing a bubble. It was white and pink, instead of cristal clear. When I reached it it exploded with fire, burning my arms and part of my face. After it exploded everything the fire had burned became colorful and realistic. But it also felt less real than anything else around me. It was like this beautiful bubble had nothing but a realistic fantasy.

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i will follow the signs

Did you see that?
Time jumped for a moment
And the ground shook
To the beat of the sky
It was gone in a blink of the eyes
But it was so beautiful
It was beyond sight
For it made little sense
But gave me a knowledge
Of what step to take next
For things to work my way.

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Imprisioned by Myself

Is the future really necessary?
I'm mean, can't I skip it and leave it at that?
What future could I even make
Out of the prision I've put myself in?

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Dizzy

If I eat, I might feel better.
If I sleep, I might not wake.
If I work, I might feel worse.
If I dream, I must be crazy.

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The Wind is Not Solid

the truth.
does that exist?
sanity
isn't that relative?
a purpose
is there only one?
life
what does that mean?
love
holds the world together
most people
think love is only about having a boyfriend/girlfriend
souls
are born again if they didn't finish their real business and i think i might be proof of that.
craziness
makes life a bit more interesting.
doubt
burns my skin and drills into my head constantly.


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Fainting

I look at the sky
But it won't feel right
I take a deep breath
But no air fills my lungs
I shake my head
And the world goes red.

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Manipulator

you say im falling behind
as i read your mind
and i think a subtle word
i change your opinion in a second
now you fear me with a passion
but you wont show it
so you start yelling,
saying im worthless
and hating me.


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At First Glance

Take a good long look
Because by just glancing
You're missing so much
You're not seeing me

You see:
girl
normal
smart
dark clothes
polite
calm
serious
clumsy
quiet

What you miss:
paranoid
scars
pain
tears
haunted looks
self-hatred
hopeful
kind
accepting
knowing
fun/peace- lover
forgetful
stupid
rejected
poet
fearful
awkward
careful
socially-unadapted
emotionally-weak
day-dreamer
uncomfortable in my own skin.








You miss so much

You don't know me
At a first glance



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Chosen Child

live, little one,fight,
the world is not fair
but you can be great
learn to shake em snakes
and decipher games

you gotta mission
the most important
your not alone here
but the path
though clear
is a bumpy road

it is a burden on you
but one you can carry
you are strong and wise,
little one
don't ever doubt it at all

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inspired by: experiences and people and strange dreams

Perfect Little World

reach into your world
the one only you can see
where anything is possible
where you can secretly live
the life you want to live
and everything is perfect
here you dont need to cry
no you dont need to lie
just do what your heart desires
forget about your duties
forget what others want you to be
just run around and enjoy
the world you were meant to live in
the one you created
the one no one can reach
your own safe little haven
because here you are free


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They Never Thought it Could Be True

i wont bow to you
you never won my respect
you always were too hateful
never gave me a reason
for the punishments and pain
you arent even my family
yet treated me like a dog
friends and family never believed
that you made my blood
fall to the floor
that you nearly broke my bones
the bruises weren't enough
to convice them that such a sweet janitor woman
would do such a thing
but soon i will come back
and you will see how much i have changed
from a timid sweet little girl
to the gained strength and expirience
i show today
you still left scars
but i forget they're there
but you will be damaged too
wait till they know the truth


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The Head of She Who Did Not Measure Her Strength

im not a poser
im the real deal
blood poured over the floor
bathing the corpses of my victims
touch and die
i had warned
too bad fairy tale lovers are dumb
and i dont regret a thing
as the remaining few stare in horror
their expressions tell me what i am
the killer they call me
the thoughtless beast
the one who deserves no love
they fear me and its my fault
i need them now
but they hate me
why cant i control my anger??
thats what makes me strong
but it makes me so weak
so with murder in my hands i leave
they will always hate me now
im alone and its my fault
with no one to blame
but i somehow dont regret it
in fact i love it,
i love the feeling
that you look at me like that
fear and awe, all in one
and its so easy
I just had to kill someone


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Rose Bathed in Blood

rose bathed in blood
sits lonely in my hand
i thought it would be yours by now
but rejection wont have mercy
its thorns sting my hand
and tears fall from my eyes
as your mouth
speaks your mind
why must you be so harsh?
a no would be just fine
but you just had to rub it in my face
you just had to remind me
of what i am
and speak trash about my life
dont worry, because someday you will pay
but until then i cant even stand
i cant look at you
i cant move
with so much shame
with so much pain
this life might be
the death of me


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