Memory
I forgot
All
What I loved
(It isn’t here,
anymore.
Memory
I forgot
All
What I loved
(It isn’t here,
anymore.
Miss(is)
Somehow I missed
placed
my priorities
Putting you up front
letting life drag
me down to unsolicited
territories out of my mind
Why?
Putting my thoughts
through anything that goes,
letting mind and body
and mind
and body
(where’s my soul?)
messing around should be a careful
almost,
calculated exhalation
of whatever makes you happy.
Daily.
For the lovers and the reckless
my mind stays up all night
[…]
Sometimes I am even in the mood,
for love.
My heart is busy,
fighting with the mind
while all of our fears
undress themselves.
I wonder:
who can listen
a shipwreck in the middle of a storm?
[…]
Even now
I fall out of wonder when sleeping.
(dreams hold innocuous loafs of hope
[…]
What do you fight for?
Debate
Lose your ego.
Debate and find yourself.
(Real) Love.
(Whispering I love you.)
A gaze came first,
pondering my feelings.
Anxiety, anger, nonsense.
She knows
when something goes.
Relentlessly buying
on fake smiles.
(You, whispering: I love you.)
I fall asleep.
-“Such clarity.” Ernst Weisman
Ayer.
Un capítulo que no he cerrado
(vuelvo)
todos los días
a todas horas
vuelvo a perder la ilusión.
Mientras me engaño
(regreso)
pienso en ti
(porque sé que me escuchas).
😅
(Source: queenofwhaless, via paintedblackk)
All that I am
What if
As in all egoic
satisfying
Useless
Races
We all cared of what was going to happen
(And we didn’t of all those who say we’ll not make it
We are one
Piece of heartless
Restless
Unidentifiable
Lovely cheerleaders
Waiting for a new leader
To rise
Cuándo pararemos la ovación,
of that which we become?
A race is owned by them
who tear
Their soul.
Confusione è parola inventata per indicare un ordine che non si capisce.
– Miller, Tropico del Capricorno (via ginevrabarbetti)
(via charlottequalchevolta)
Maya Angelou died on this day in 2014. Here is her timeless, ever-timely wisdom on courage and facing evil.
(Source: explore-blog)
Reducción estética
Si las mentiras no existen,
el arte tampoco.