VIVARIUM
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  • Time 58m
Ongoing, First published Nov 17, 2024
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Cuando tratas de esconder algo como un sentimiento tan grande con una parte tan pequeña como una hormiga, es solamente imposible. Lo que impide sentir hace que solo queden los destellos del amor y los rayos de nostalgia.
El eclipse te ciega de la verdad, pero, aun con eso, puedes vivir.
En el error del error solo es mentira, porque la verdad es lo que más duele, y cuando descubres que no puedes salir del hueco en el que te has reprimido toda tu vida, buscas salidas fáciles, como comer las sobras del dolor en tu corazón.
Cuando descubres que, en cuanto el sol deje de brillar, tu luz se apagará.
Cuando solo existe una salida, las mentiras que algún día te dijeron son las que forman una llave para poder salir del cuarto de garabatos y no tener que saltar por la ventana.
Cuando quieres vivir en paz, deseas que todo sea perfecto y buscas en tus espejos rotos algo que nunca encontrarás. Solo queda verte a ti mismo y preguntarte quién eres o en qué te has convertido. Tal vez la respuesta es quitar tu dedo del sol, esperar a que te nuble la vista y empezar a ver todo en blanco y negro.
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My Poetry Escape

77 parts Complete

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.