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Poema a Nick No trates de ver lo bueno en mí
Porque está escondido bajo llave
Nunca dejo que nadie llegue a mi interior
No dejo secar las lágrimas que he llorado
No creo que realmente te importe
Si supieras todas las cicatrices que llevo
Tratan de hacer que me sienta menos inútil
Pero sé que me merezco esto
Para dejar de tener un corazón que late
Estoy tratando de no desmoronarme
Sólo borra estas mentiras
Dime lo que es real
Hazme sentir lo que yo no quiero sentir mas
Autor: Jenna Bloom
I still can’t believe you’re not here. It’ll be seven years in April since you passed on and yet I feel somehow you’re still here. Maybe it’s the watch you left me? I still wear it, almost every day. I continue to feel that you’re close by just by wearing it. And the idea of it, that of Time, makes me feel like you left me something priceless. Every time I look at this watch of yours I feel I can understand Time a little more each day.
You may know this already, but I’m living in Istanbul now. I moved here to be with my fiance, a Turkish girl named Dilan. We’re very close and she fits into the advice you gave me to “stick with a girl who really loves you; don’t let her go”. It would have been nice to have you meet her. I know you’d love her like me. There’s something about her that is unlike any girl you can imagine
From a Long-Time CustomerDear Death,
I hope you are well, Los Angeles is hot and balmy even during this part of the year. Thank you for all the services you’ve rendered in the short part of my life, which was all of it. I know I have been distant lately as have the greater majority of most organic beings with conscious selves. But I cannot apologize for everyone.
I wanted to thank you for prefiguring in so many of my pieces. I haven’t asked for your permission, nor written before this letter. But I want to take this opportunity to thank you, anyway.
My family and I visit grandmother sometimes. A few days of the year we take the car up to Rose Hills, and do what Chinese immigrants do. Put the food on a flat board, light incense, sweep the rock with her name and years pressed on it like an unwanted kiss. I didn’t cry at her funeral and I think you know why. As you know, me and my family have a history of diabetes, but a longer one of unlove. I’m sure while you are more familiar with hate
Gateway of SlenderMan SlenderMan is coming after me. It won't stop until I give up. I will never give up, I have never given up since I knew what the words "give up" meant. SlenderMan feeds on fear, I have fear. Yet, I do not fear death, nor will I ever fear death. SlenderMan does not kill the people it takes. SlenderMan takes them to a place that is the sliver of shadow between life and true death.
SlenderMan is The Gatekeeper of Shadows. I know how that sounds, it sounds childish but it's true. One man, I will not reveal his name due to privacy requests, has revealed the name to me now I reveal it to you, reader. The name of SlenderMan before it was ever called SlenderMan.
The gates to Heaven and Hell are small wooden fence posts compared to the Black Gate. SlenderMan controls the Black Gate, it keeps the trapped souls SlenderMan had captured in the shadows of life and death. The souls are not dead or alive, they are between the two. SlenderMan keeps them this way for a reason I know
Been Disbelieflosing my mental creative tone..
I am eing made to forget her and every determination I builot up lately..
Love Songs for Seventy-Nine FiftyDear Guy Montag,
I know you will never know me. I know how far apart our lives are. You are tall and white and born with so many people telling you what to think. I am tall but Asian, a paradox of culture, and always pulling the rug from under others and what they say. You are all too easily convinced, at least, that’s how it was when you were young. But me? I grew suspicious from the very first word. I regard all with such conceit and condescension. We’re both selfish pricks, for very different reasons.
But I want you to know how much I learned to love you. And by extension, my own capacity for what’s right. You grew up too fast, surrounded by boys pretending to be men, people who thought they were in control of their own lives and failed to produce anything within them. You couldn’t stand to feel what you were feeling, proceeded to blindly believe all that came your way. Then Clarisse. Then the old lady. Then Matthew Arnold and “Dover Beach.” And a
Mr Drummondmr drummond is art skills and devotion based on a guy's level of abstainance? I become handsome in love, and I do good art in love..love means abstainance.
I cannot believe it. Four years has already gone by! It seems like only yesterday that we were chit-chatting on Skype and then soon that friend-ship we had set together became a blooming love interest and then not long after we professed our feelings to one another. How amazed I am. How truly amazed and lucky I feel to have you as my love. My rock. My dove and my beautiful everything. You mean so much to me that it is hard to express it in writing, let alone physically telling you it...
Just four years ago, we were sitting across worlds having a friendly conversation. There was something about you though that caught my eye. Your laughter and those eyes when I first saw your beautiful face and smile on Skype as we started our first video chat. They memorised me seeing all of it and I smiled back. To know you for as long as I have and to have gone through all the things we have gone through together I can say we are extremely fortunate and lucky to be one!!!
It makes me smil
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