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Hello there
Who are you?
I’m not sure if I know you.
Who am I?
Good question.
Let me think on it.
[I am everyone
I am everything.
I am no one
I am nothing.
I am not myself
I am not you
I am me;
I am you.
I am alone
I am never alone.
I am loved
I am hated.
I am me
I am you.]
Who am I?
First, ask this
Who are you?
Who are you?
I’m not sure if I know you.
Who am I?
Good question.
Let me think on it.
[I am everyone
I am everything.
I am no one
I am nothing.
I am not myself
I am not you
I am me;
I am you.
I am alone
I am never alone.
I am loved
I am hated.
I am me
I am you.]
Who am I?
First, ask this
Who are you?
Literature
Special! Two For One!
two in one sounds like a great deal
expect when it is your head.
because no matter
how many oval, bitter tasting pills you swallow
you are broken and
c a n n o t b e f i x e d.
hours under cotton,
woven by some underpaid worker
you spent hours protesting her conditions about a month ago
are spent laying
doing nothing
being who you may or may not
be.
is that the question
asked the most:
w h o a m i r e a l l y?
am i loving and soda pop at 2am
with friends, laughing at some professor’s mustache
or am i alone
at 4am
knowing everything will go shatter,
fall through my fingers
like it does through my mind?
as a child, the swings wer
Literature
homecoming
nearly home. nearly home. a space and time away from where you want to be: belonging to yourself. there is a midnight garden somewhere inside my lungs, black and tarry from the darkness i am siphoning from your lips to mine, trying to let the light in, trying to stop the hurt becoming a euphemism for two vertical red lines drawn in a bathtub. you have turned me inside out. raw, vulnerable; the silence is an agony.
you have wormed your way inside and I have agreed to be your golem, a clay replacement for the affections of the woman who bedded herself beneath your skin and rearranged your spine. even so, let me give til i am a dry husk, let me
Literature
''Sere breve''
Dulce es el azúcar
al igual que tus manos
como el calor de mil veranos
es el vivir en este mundo urbano
sin estar a tu lado
sin la suave y grata mirada
de tus ojos que no dicen nada.
Como olvidar que un día hablamos
nuestras manos tomamos
y miradas cruzamos
ahora todo ha cambiado
buscare en cada llano
y en cada altiplano
tus perdidos abrazos.
Agrio tus besos
como el un invierno
pero odio el caramelo
y amo el frió en los huesos
recuerdo que no he olvidado
todo lo que he silenciado.
-Conni :D
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I wish I could use words the way you do