Sometimes friends are not what they appear to be, is it really true what they say they feel about you? How do i really know, when they tell you one day you are her or his bst friend and then te other day yo are not even ffriends anymore, and it hurts so much when yu thought all that "reality" was simple a joke, a mere dream that end up being a heart-breaker nightmare. and, what do I do now, when I thought that world was not ever going to end, but at the end , or maybe at the beginning everything was fake, and simple drama as in televison or theathers. And how can I stop this stupid feeling in the heart of getting worser and worser, I guess with the time it will heal, with the time it will be normal, but not what it used to, cause every time it hurts and heals, everytime a heart is broken, the ice cold returns to the iceberg,,, and everything turns darker.....

Tale Of My Day

Life is like a living hell, even your parents tell you what to do, who they hate, and who has to be your friend and so... yeah my mother told me that she is a bad influence for me, and that she uses me, my father told me that i should just shut up. How can I be quiet when all I hear is pure shit? when all they trully say is to do it their way? i am just fuking tired of this, I just feel like dissapearing, but it wont happen today nor tomorrow, thank God I am leaving them at least for a week, they don't like my friends, nor my boyfriend, se says they manipulate me, they do what they want wit me, I should just dissapear and leave them alone, leave them alone and leave me alone, away from all they want, away from th truth maybe, and just me and my life, with no one else, just me alone in a dark place, where no one hears me nor reaches me, where I can't see anyone nor listen to their phony voices anymore, just me.. like dead...

missing you

It feels like yesterday when I grabbed you in my arms. when I kissed you like there was not going to be another day.

Spending the hours of each day in silence but you stayed. Walking hand in hand on ackward streets, watching people passing by.

They do not know our story but we do not care.

Now that you are so gone, I still feel you in my bed, turning to the sounds as I believe you are going to walk passing me by again.

Suddenly finding things you left on your way and me alone once more. Though I am not depressed nor want to cry once more.

I will know that we will alwaysbe together no matter what. Cause we love each other like no one else know how but until one day of forever, I will be missing you...

The love i feel for you will never fade, the distance and time that can only be forgotten with our dreams, the sleeping that takes us away from our pain and suffering, away from the times we can not hold each others arms and souls is our only refugee. But once more i cry my dear, i cry cause i had the chance to kiss you in the lips, to hug you and sleep peacefully next to you. I cry cause ever tear that falls, only means that my love for you grows within the days. I cry because i am happy i have you, because you are my reason to live, my only true soulmate. But watching you cry my love, breaks my heart in two, cause i know you dont cry because you are merry, you cry because you miss me my well. The tears you drooped upon your shoulders, and of sorrow and pain. And my dear, i hate watching you suffer. Our time will come to live our lives as we wished always, to sleep in each others chest and take long walks under the shiny blue sky. The time when our kiss under the rain will not only last minutes but eternity itself. Eternity will wait for us and will make us happy, it will makes us laugh at each other and fight for our good. When the time at the altar, the only thing you want to say is "i do", and then we will live till the ever after of each tale, where the time we waited, will only be on our backs, when all that black shadow, will disappear with the bow of our forever....

Quisiera ser bonita, ser como las demas,

cuantas veces dicen que ser diferente es

especial? pero nadie que es diferente se siente

especial, nadie nunca ve ese "don" o "fisura"

unica. Sin embargo, recruimos a los iguales,

a aquellos que se parecen mas a nosotros, dejamos

atras a los unicos aquellos que solo se comprenden

asi mismos. Nadie que sea especial, es llamado

unico y original, todos siguen una misma forma, un

modelo, un idolo, todos se juntan en grupos, pero no

los unicos y especiales, ellos solo se quedan a un lado

de los grupos. Solo pido ser diferente y pertenecer

a algun lugar, aun si cuando dicen que ser diferente

es ser unico y especial.

The flu

I feel scared, why is this happening, why is
my life turning to a completely different direction,
well at least he is okey, he is not here suffering like
me, for those who are dying, for those who had find their
way, for me, for my family, for my friends.
I am scared, cause i dont want to suffer, not without loving him
not without experimenting our wo wanted happiness.
And today i am crying again, cause i am afraid,
cause i don't want my parents to go, or my brother, nor my beloved others,
i prefeer to go first than them, i know thats selfish, cause i
dont want to suffer more than they do,
but i am so afraid, and today i am crying again, for this chaos in my mind
this chaos in my world.....

love and lust

is love more than lust?
can sexual attraction blind us or
can it stop us from loving someone?
is lust wat people aim for, and love is now a second
step? is the brain and heart separate,
is you heart telling you something
that your hormones and brain doesnt
what if you love someone you think you know
and when you meet her or meet him, your
hormones tell you no,
what if even if you want to try it out,
your brain doesnt let you?
can love triumph then
over lust?