every time you look at me, i run out of oxygen baby, you’ve turned me h y p o x i c there’s glitter in the skies, it falls into my eyes and blinds me give me a taste of delirium - we are ambrosial symbiotes i would travel to the underworld if only to never thirst for you again.
Your betrayal tastes like pungent water on a hot summer day. If truth had a name, it wouldn’t be yours because all you know how to do is lie. Your words are like a poisonous snake striking at any unwitting opponent until it’s too late and you've buried yourself in the spaces between their ribs and filled their lungs with the toxic smell of you. I used to see you in the stars but now all I have are bruised knees and a body full of lackluster heartache. My veins are full of unanswered prayers and enough regret to pulverize mountains. You kept the pieces of myself that I gave you all wrapped up in a pretty little bow, only to use them against me like daggers aimed at my soul. I thought your love hurt me until I realized you didn’t love me at all - you just liked the love letters I traced on your skin, heartfelt symphonies of a guileless girl. I thought I made wildflowers bloom inside you but your heart is a graveyard of unsung apologies and synthetic hopes. I swallowed a galaxy of
You'd lose your mind trying to figure out mine. To know me is to know a never-ending ocean of passion that threatens to drag you under its current. I'm composed of a series of colorful constellations strung together by mild cynicism sprinkled with sentimentality. I pulled myself out of a sea of stereotypes to escape the dark abyss of loneliness and made something of myself.
My soul is tied down by an anchor that slowly drowns me in a sea of bitter ignorance.
I’ve stopped wearing my heart on my sleeve because the last time I did, someone ripped it right off and trampled on it like vicious herd of hyenas. And so, it fell to the ground like the petals of a flower, feeble and forgotten. So I sterilized my walls and I sterilized my heart, rearranging my cells to become a confluent army against the unwanted barrage of emotions that would swell inside me until they overflowed, snapping my bones and splintering my soul.
My heart is blemished, a bleak graveyard of friendships lost, a thick tar running through my
From your fingertips spring forth an ocean of melodies filled with bedtime stories and fields of gold.
You crashed into my heart on a stormy summer night; the only one who could keep me from sinking in the dark depths of disillusion. You untied the knots of confusion and abandonment that kept me from spreading my wings. You unwrapped the thorns viciously wound around my tired veins, robbing me of my life force.
Before you, I was homeless, a stray dog wandering through deserted streets in search of a place my heart could call home. Before you I was an unwritten book, untitled, with empty pages idly flipping by like blank, lifeless stares gla
every time you look at me, i run out of oxygen baby, you’ve turned me h y p o x i c there’s glitter in the skies, it falls into my eyes and blinds me give me a taste of delirium - we are ambrosial symbiotes i would travel to the underworld if only to never thirst for you again.
Your betrayal tastes like pungent water on a hot summer day. If truth had a name, it wouldn’t be yours because all you know how to do is lie. Your words are like a poisonous snake striking at any unwitting opponent until it’s too late and you've buried yourself in the spaces between their ribs and filled their lungs with the toxic smell of you. I used to see you in the stars but now all I have are bruised knees and a body full of lackluster heartache. My veins are full of unanswered prayers and enough regret to pulverize mountains. You kept the pieces of myself that I gave you all wrapped up in a pretty little bow, only to use them against me like daggers aimed at my soul. I thought your love hurt me until I realized you didn’t love me at all - you just liked the love letters I traced on your skin, heartfelt symphonies of a guileless girl. I thought I made wildflowers bloom inside you but your heart is a graveyard of unsung apologies and synthetic hopes. I swallowed a galaxy of
You'd lose your mind trying to figure out mine. To know me is to know a never-ending ocean of passion that threatens to drag you under its current. I'm composed of a series of colorful constellations strung together by mild cynicism sprinkled with sentimentality. I pulled myself out of a sea of stereotypes to escape the dark abyss of loneliness and made something of myself.
My soul is tied down by an anchor that slowly drowns me in a sea of bitter ignorance.
I’ve stopped wearing my heart on my sleeve because the last time I did, someone ripped it right off and trampled on it like vicious herd of hyenas. And so, it fell to the ground like the petals of a flower, feeble and forgotten. So I sterilized my walls and I sterilized my heart, rearranging my cells to become a confluent army against the unwanted barrage of emotions that would swell inside me until they overflowed, snapping my bones and splintering my soul.
My heart is blemished, a bleak graveyard of friendships lost, a thick tar running through my
From your fingertips spring forth an ocean of melodies filled with bedtime stories and fields of gold.
You crashed into my heart on a stormy summer night; the only one who could keep me from sinking in the dark depths of disillusion. You untied the knots of confusion and abandonment that kept me from spreading my wings. You unwrapped the thorns viciously wound around my tired veins, robbing me of my life force.
Before you, I was homeless, a stray dog wandering through deserted streets in search of a place my heart could call home. Before you I was an unwritten book, untitled, with empty pages idly flipping by like blank, lifeless stares gla
My soul is tied down by an anchor that slowly drowns me in a sea of bitter ignorance.
I’ve stopped wearing my heart on my sleeve because the last time I did, someone ripped it right off and trampled on it like vicious herd of hyenas. And so, it fell to the ground like the petals of a flower, feeble and forgotten. So I sterilized my walls and I sterilized my heart, rearranging my cells to become a confluent army against the unwanted barrage of emotions that would swell inside me until they overflowed, snapping my bones and splintering my soul.
My heart is blemished, a bleak graveyard of friendships lost, a thick tar running through my
the ace up your sleeve is a wine red heart hand exposed to all players (a hand i wish to hold) cupid’s casino is rigged yet in wagers of romance, you go all in–i fold my arms & stuff your heart with dollar bills just to break even (jackpot: three withered roses in a row) i wear a spade on my sleeve a former heart charred nicotine, soiled by the plaque of the past (historians hate this) i keep a quilt of used condoms bandaged over the hips of my heart: a makeshift mask (kiss me on my poker face) i think: if i keep trying eventually you will love me. this is the gambler’s fallacy (see also: insanity) we are both such addicts for heartbreak. - (my ribcage weighed down by broken horseshoes until my bones shatter & collapse like a house of cards) –they say a rabbit’s foot is lucky but the tortoise won’t accommodate the amputated hare –they say 7 is lucky, but who ever heard of a 13 year itch? –they say four-leaf clovers are lucky but not when playing nature’s roulette 1) loves
ELLA DESEA VOLAR
Aveces desea volar
Aveces desea llorar
Y otras solo desea dejar su hogar
Es un dolor que no quiere aguantar
Pero aun asi deve soportar
Cierra su cuarto
Y apaga la luz
Oye una cancion y abre su bahul
Hay cosas felizes que la haran dejar de llorar
Amigos queridos ella encontrara
Se acerca al telefono para a una amiga marcar
Llorar con ella y sobre todo hablar
Salir de casa a caminar
Para un dia poder volar
Y dejar de llorar
Y dejar de soportar
Por que algun dia ella se ira
Y no regresara para a su familia olvidar
Feliz vivira
Por eso ella desea Volar
Para su hogar poder dejar
Y poder feliz estar
La muerte es el fin?
La vida es una escuela
en la cual aprendemos a vivir
de decepciones;
nos traicona el ser querido,
nos juzga mal el amigo.
Este mundo esta lleno de tormentos,
por doquiera hay gemidos y lamentos;
el hombre se destruye a si mismo
con sus increibles inventos.
La paz he desaparecido
ya no existe el vecino,
tampoco el amigo.
El hombre ha perdidosu camino
se encuentra cautivo en sus lamentos,
esta solitario, cansado
sin brios para seguir luchando.
Ya no piensa en vivir,
su deseo es morir
para dejar de existir.
Como si con la muerte
todo acabara!
Carlos Sobrado
No soy ningún experto en ser romántico,
ni se como brindarte lo mejor.
No se como hacerte sonreir,
ni se escribir poemas para ti.
Pero no tengo que ser ningún experto,
para decirte cuanto te amo,
cuanto te extraño,
ni cuanto te adoro.
No se como amarte,
ni se como mirarte.
No se nada de amor,
ni se como demostrate toda mi pasión.
Pero no tengo que saber las reglas del amor,
para besarte bajo la luna,
para amarte en la arena,
ni para hacerte olvidar todas tus penas.
La verdad es,
no tengo que saber absolutamente nada,
para saber que esto es amor,
que por ti lo que siento es pasión,
que por ti es que late mi corazón.
Sólo