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poems-to-read · 2 hours

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He comes to me with raised hands full of blood, in a dream.

Under day and night I have no peace.

I no longer trust the light, just in the noise of life behind the mahogany door and steel windows.

When I hear your footsteps walking around the house, I turn on my side and sleep peacefully.

Artist's: Bruno Cæsar.

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poems-to-read · 18 hours

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She caught him admiring her

She holds his gaze

Your breath smells like tutti-frutti

Maria pigtails on her head

And everything that comes out of your mouth sounds like music

One book was enough to attract her

Lolita

Coca-Cola, snacks and strawberry top

He enters her taking everything

When she feels him stealing her life

She cries

But it's a beautiful love story

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poems-to-read · 1 day

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It's not terrible to look inside yourself

And see that nothing has blossomed

Your soul touched by the evil hands of others people

The soil of your heart completely turned over and dry

Dug and covered

Excavated and covered again

Everything for other people

Until there's nothing left

There is no more space to plant

It's all tainted

And by your own hands

People are wicked

They don't say who they really are

Maybe they don't even know

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poems-to-read · 2 days

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What do you want from me ?

Letters jumbled in my head,

flying.

I run after them,

Suffocated.

I have to be faster than the pointer of seconds.

They fly and intertwine.

A shadow of me appears,

it knocks on the glass made of hate and impatience that separates us.

Try to help me, but the glass is very strong.

She seems to try to tell me what to do

But I do not understand.

I just want it to end.

I just want the words to disappear.

I don't want to chase them.

When I get tired it will be the end of me.

The last breath.

The last effort, of a tormented soul.

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poems-to-read · 2 days

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Your mind is a blockage of hate and laziness

In the face of important things in the world

But it is flexible and open to the few things

That feed that invisible part inside you

That colorful and moving part How to dance

And that can turn into a violent wave

When provoked

Capable of drowning everyone around

Including you

You would be the first to die

But like a drowning victim

That after the kiss of life

Comes back vomiting all the water that he had inside

A part of you died

Carried away by the water

But a new one emerged

Or maybe it was the same but renewed

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poems-to-read · 3 days

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Let's die together

Because dying is better than living

Let's create a beautiful tragedy

Let's go to this vacuum

Sleep together forever

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poems-to-read · 3 days

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Opening a book a black butterfly comes out of him and touches his face.

It's an omen, something disturbing was about to happen.

Turning the pages you read about a lonely girl, board, a teacher who wanted to give a kiss goodnight to a student.

He enters her and rips everything out, until I leave her with nothing, for her to be filled with him alone.

She cries and thinks it's for love

Artist's: Bruno Cæsar.

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poems-to-read · 4 days

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Purple waves crash over me,

They make me drown.

At the bottom of the sea I see lost treasures

And pirate skeletons.

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poems-to-read · 4 days

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Words may not be your strong suit

But what else is left for you?

You discovered that your soul hasn't blossomed

Nothing grows

No more

Maybe nothing ever grows

And if it grows

They will be very small leaves

Delicate and fragile

Like a shamrock

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poems-to-read · 5 days

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The threats of the words make my brain want to melt.

Seven days seem so little to me for someone who will last three months,

maybe four.

I need these seven days to sleep straight,

without waking up.

I need to turn

My poems have transformed

In my Ordeals

My confessions

But I'm not the judge

This will not be determined

For me

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poems-to-read · 5 days

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You hate living in this reality

Where colors are opaque and everything is unpredictable

Not in a good way

But even the worst dreams are pleasant

Sometimes

Because they are just dreams

And in good dreams you lived at your own pace

You can plant a tree in the middle of the street

Climb her and no one can think it's crazy

Or stop you

You can die and be reborn

Anything could happen

Until reality forces itself on your mind

And makes you lose everything that was magical

Nothing else is possible

If you die, you die and that's the end

And everything turns pale

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poems-to-read · 5 days

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Pimpinella Anisum

I'm tired of this reality that I live in

I want to kill her

And live inside my dreams

Eighth part of 8 - Final

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poems-to-read · 6 days

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Witch, bitch, slut ...

All the insults you think will offend me are actually nicknames for me, if not my middle name. Any adjective you want to use as an offense will never have its true meaning. Now all the offenses that I want to use against you

Chaser, scoundrel, asshole ... It will always be what it really is, mine and its truth.

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poems-to-read · 6 days

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I speak as if I knew

I talk like I want to know

But how could

Living inside a bubble

Made of glass In a bed

Made of despair

Where I keep my dreams secret

I keep

Where I keep my pain a secret

I hide

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poems-to-read · 7 days

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Twenty-four hours isn't enough so you have to put a lifetime into one second. That's how you feel most of the time, but all you do is sit still for 10 minutes and then you think about living multiple lives for a minute.

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poems-to-read · 7 days

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Demons are the sole responsibility of whoever creates them, coming to life through imagination.

You are the only one who can fight them.

Your demons.

But not without help.

She thought first of her brother, her mother, then her friends and finally her father, one by one.

And for the first time since her younger brother's death she didn't feel alone, she felt peace.

She wouldn't be alone for long, and she felt fulfillment in the possibility of tomorrow.

Traveling with your demons

Artist's: Annie Stegg Gerard.

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poems-to-read · 8 days

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"At first I thought it was impossible for you to like the pain, but eventually I think it's likely that you'll even love it."

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