You were a creature with doubt in your lips and wondering in your eyes
You were an animal with emotioned eyes and lustful lips
You were a man of tantalising hips and majestic body
You were a being of ruthless character and nice hands
You were a monument rising at my sight
They've always said I was the most intelligent and strong person they knew
but I always thought I was the dumbest and the weakest for not being able (though now and mostly wasn't my choice, never could have one really with all the lack and sufficient and secure conditions) to be entirely free from the people who hurt me all my life
See? The hole is always much deeper.
I didn’t have time to be anyone’s muse… I was too busy rebelling against everything and learning my own artistry.
today I remembered my book and read some of its poems, after all these years. 😊
Wasn't the idea of love in all its scopes a nice thing? I guess it was, a tale to be told. forevermore. but for a long time, "no more Lenore". it's all very pretty when you believe and feel it, whereas when you don't feel anything it's just something out of your sight. Or was it "out of your sight, out of your heart"?. No, it wasn't. It's just a vague memory in a heart filled with grief's emptiness. but I did wish we all had just been floating in those abundant pools of gods' nectar: love. what was it?
The fantasy is gone. The idea of hope. The faith. Reality overcame and the mind and heart, both so bruised and broken, have succumbed to the fact that wishing and imagining a better thing won't be a guarantee that it will become real.
They say you have to push through, to keep on always dreaming and carry that everyday, without giving up, because it might take decades but it becomes inevitable. That you must focus and enjoy yourself raising your vibrations and capacity to realize it. But people spend years trying and never get there.
When you're living on alert mode all your life trying to resolve serious problems with which you're bombarded with, it becomes impossible to do anything else of what would be better to materialize some good.
I was just thinking of how a person, that if I think of love, of the ones I most love, is supposed to do birthday today. And how I'm not going to be able to speak with her. And next I see the news of Hayden Panettiere's death with 36 years. "Save the cheerleader, save the world", but she's dead and the world is beyond saving as always facing Humanity's heartbreaking destruction. Before all this, I had just confirmed a news of lions and polar bears going extinct, besides the flagrant alarming fact of drinkable water being at risk. Where are we going to end? No one is doing anything, we're all just letting all worst scenarios predicted decades ago unfold as we are just leaning back, watching in high resolution and waiting for a saviour like artificial intelligence that is precisely one of the most accelerating culprits of this debacle.
Anyway, my dear, have a blast for me my lovely. I guess maybe will only see eachother on the other side, or not even that. 🤷🏽
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