Yoyoyo soy yo una guia para el juego del Universo:) Random thoughts and poems I've wrote out of the emotions I, myself, and others imposed on, porque pues todo no se puede selinciar.

A collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who experienced being a fool so deeply that it became an overlooked habit.

A collection of original poems revolving around what it's like to have depression. ©BrokenLead 2014

"i was thinkin' about yesterday, when you asked me why i stayed, with this, and i didn't answer you. i didn't answer you, because i don't know why i stay. nova?" "yea?" "would you like to run away with me?" {cover: @guyswithguitars } highest ranking: #21 in Poetry || completed || "shoot for the moon. even if you miss, you'll land among the stars"

I realized the desperation for someone else more than myself. I begged and begged to be loved, and in the end. I realized I couldn't love me, there is no way I could, if I am begging to be loved by someone other than myself. Crying and screaming at the top of lungs, to be loved that saddens me. Do I even love myself or did I ever?

and our bloodstreams were poisoned by this toxic love. [[lowercase intended.]]