Doors To Dream Worlds

Are they just Pages, texts, words? Or are they something else?

That happiness you buy,

That does not make you think twice.

A apprehensive emotion overwhelms you, as you realize,

You are collapsing once more into that lockup,

That never lets you wake up.

Just like a drug, it hooks you.

Once you did it, there is no way out.

Yet, you are still eager for more.

That rushed feeling that wraps you around,

Making your skin shiver,

Sensing, as you slowly open it

The faintest whisper of a kiss.

Promising within, a new adventure.

That time when reality is shot down,

And you can escape without coming back.

As you turn one over, you sense that anxious awareness eating your inside body.

That curiosity that tingles under your skin,

Never letting you be. Refusing to stop,

Demanding for one more.

Just one more to explore.

As you enter that magical world

You open a life

Hearing distinct cries

Bashful laughs,

And Tentative Shouts

Books are not just words,

But doors to dreams worlds.

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Half Human, Half Universe...

There is a universe within her, That no one ever dares to probe; With such deep misty corners, That consume you with her wanderlust. The shooting stars prowling inside her, Reflect her infinite hopes; That with her bold ambition, Persues without fall. She is mad and she is fire. Her soul burns with deep desires. She wants everything and settles for nothing; With her intense passion for exotic places and minds. A glitch within human specie she is; She scares people because she is whole all by herself, And with her blissful insanity, She has the power to conquer the world.

Querer, pero no poder.

No siempre “Querer es poder”, No siempre se hace lo que se quiere hacer. No siempre se tiene lo que se quiere tener. No siempre se siente lo que se quiere sentir. En ese maldito dilema, Querer quedarme. queriendo irme Sintiéndome culpable, Sintiéndome como un pendejo, Por aun sentir lo que siento. Quiero no sentir eso, pero no puedo. Quiero sentir eso, volver a eso, pero no puedo. Me lo prohíben. Me lo prohíbo. Estoy perdido. No se que putas hacer.

Maldito Tiempo

Paró todo. Menos el maldito tiempo. Sin esperar nada, sin esperar a nadie, el siguió corriendo. Mientras todo se detuvo despiadadamente el continuó y continuó. Tomó la delantera, nosotros impotentes, varados. Y ganó, una vez más la victoria se llevó. Maldito tiempo, Devolveme lo que me correspondía. Devolveme las horas, los días, las memorias que eran mías. Ganaste haciendo trampa Maldito tiempo.

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