It's 2:30 am and I am sitting in my balcony with a cup of coffee. Chugging it down until my throat burns and the pain goes away. It's 2:30 am and I am drowning in the pile of tears that fall from my eyes every second as I think of the moment.
It's funny that even after being so close to someone, you are not close enough to let their soul touch yours.
It's funny how everything seems to be just another metaphor and your life moves on just like the lines from the midnight poetry.
I feel like I am stuck.
I feel like I am free.
Should I hold on or should I just let it be?
It's 2:30 am and I am listening to 'The Robbers' by The 1975 in my agony. It's 2:30 am and I am drowning in a pile of tears, that drench me with sorrow and misery.
It's funny how people get attached to someone like honey on the hands or cotton on the cloth.
It's funny how everything you ever thought was perfect, is right in front of you but still so hard to hold on to.
Sometimes, you listen to a song and you see someone just as perfect as it. Sometimes, your imagination hits you.
It's 2:30 am and I am wondering what made me so happy and sad at the same time. Was it her touch that was enough to make my whole life meaningful or am I just overthinking, again?
Was dancing with her meant to mean more than just going crazy over some songs? Was her smile the reason why I am this way right now?
I guess I'll never find out.
It's 2:30 am and I am drowning in my fears.
It's 2.30 am and I wish you were here.
It's 2:30 am and but you dont care .
It's 5 am now and
I'm still waiting for your call
With the terribly brewed coffee and a lit ciagretts.
Maybe i have too much to drink
Maybe smoke is killing me
Or maybe i will always love you
Maybe i am insane
Or maybe what i crave is only you
Maybe just maybe.
You have the choice.
You have the choice to stay at home with your babies or work a full time job. To unfollow the people that offend you, turn the radio station if you don’t like the song and to not speak to the humans that make your heart sob.
You have the choice to like dudes or chicks and call yourself him, she or them.
YOU have that choice.
You can pray to any God or any star, praise no one but yourself or believe from afar.
You can choose what you like.
You can choose who you are.
In a place where the grocery parking lots are as unsafe as what’s stocked on the shelves but dangerous people are safely put in cells.
In a World where the drugs are more legal than the plants and parents are taking “coulds” and raising them to be “can’ts,” you can choose.
You can still choose your friends and not choose their views.
You can make a career from a hobby and an opinion from fake news.
You can choose adoptable dogs and plastic straws but still support a government with flaws.
You have the choice to let other people choose too.
Because you can choose.
I'm going to see if I can get on the open mic list for this tonight!! Come out & enjoy the talented people who will be performing & network with me. I'm always looking to meet more positive-minded people & artists. In the meantime, have a blessed day everyone!! #openmicla#goodvibes@passtheauxdtla#poetrycommunity
309 hours ago
•He was too busy existing in someone else to realize that she loved him,
and that she lost a piece of herself every night he was with her...
DONDE TE DESPEINAN LAS EMOCIONES ⭐️
No creo en las personas que no discuten.
Ni en las parejas que no discuten.
(momento para buscar el significado de DISCUTIR 😉)
No creo en la felicidad eterna.
Esa #felicidad imperecedera que resulta insana.
No, ni hablar.
No creo en la hipocresía de quienes dicen que nunca discuten.
En la simulación de quienes alardean ser felices siempre.
A veces pasa.
¡¡Y menos mal!! 😉
Que discutes, y todo mejora.
Te conoces más, pero sobre todo, mejor.
Nos pasa a [email protected]
De eso va la vida.
Esa reconciliación que te acaricia con la mirada y eriza la piel como forma de vida.
La tuya... y la mía. ⭐️
Pero claro, no creo en las mentiras piadosas que arrullan las excusas.
Las justificaciones absurdas que deambulan en la conciencia intranquila.
En la del otro, no en la tuya, claro.
Quédate [email protected] 😉
Y entonces ocurre.
¿Sabes ese momento, cuando no esperas, y recibes?
Así, como aquél que no quiere la cosa.
Sin previo aviso, claro.
Cuando eso ocurra, recuerda que ahí es.
Y en algunos casos, raros y escasos casos, sucumbes...
...y al sucumbir, te despeinan las emociones.
En serio, porque ahí es.
Seguro que ahí es.... y ES.
ES porque ERES.
Donde discutes para ser mejor persona.
Donde eres feliz a ratos.
Ahí donde la tristeza cobra sentido para comprender(te).
Donde gritas para vaciar y nadie te mira raro.
Donde bailas para marearte y cantas para que llueva, de mal, pero de sonrisas infinitas.
Donde la vida cobra sentido y forma.
Ese sentir compartido.
Ese sentir de dos, porque primero fue de uno. 😌
Donde te despeinan las emociones cuando menos lo esperas...
...ahí es. ⭐️
O si lo prefieres...
AHÍ ES, del verbo "donde te despeinan las #emociones cuando menos lo esperas." ⭐️
"This is where it doesn't need to end." I pressed my palms against the laptop screen, and you just stared blankly. "What is an end anyway?"you say and I look at you with disappointment.
"Really, right now?" I turn back to the screen.
You didn't come home that evening, I smoked a packet waiting, and finished one episode of Crown, one poem, and one message that I sent to you.
"Where are you?" It said,
I backspaced, "Do I keep some dinner for you?"
You instantly replied,
"No you eat." You didn't wake me up in the morning, and placed a note on my side saying you had to go to catch a flight.
I didn't know what to feel, if to feel, or whether to call or wait, whether to yell or ask you gently, I instead spent the entire two days trying to not think of you.
You came and told me, you had to leave just to get the vibe of being out, that you felt suffocated. I didn't say much.
I didn't write that night,
You asked me laying beside me,
"Have you finished the ending?"
I hummed, and you said, "you'll get there."
You told me about the abnormal tickle one feels when a plane takes off, and that you didn't understand how a city smells different. I didn't say much.
You took off one day again, this time to not come back, and you left a note,
"Had to leave to catch a feeling, it's just not right staying."
You had told me about this other guy you thought was more compatible, and funny, and how his car is the one you like, and how ours is just my rigidity.
And I rub my eyes sometimes, to think if this is how it ends,
A voice tells me, "Maybe I'll get there, maybe it would smell different this time." Still from A Star is Born
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729 hours ago
Grateful for the light that I'm receiving. Yesterday all the performers did not take their donations and instead donated it to me.
I will be using that money towards paying for my tuition fees of 1180 Euros. The poetry community in Berlin has invested so much love and support into my craft and dreams. It is the family that I have always dreamt of having. That is why I will keep on coming back to Berlin to share with the community: where I'm at as a poet, what I'm doing, my poetry...I will take them with me along the whole way and share all the knowledge and resources that I'm exposed to -thanks to their support- with them. Because I believe that self growth that is just for the self is just ego. Self-growth and self- preservation for me is about the growth with others, of connecting with others, of being truly there for others.
Felt so honoured to have performed with @selflovetribute, @trovaniasink@okcandice@firstname.lastname@example.org@nattycharm Thank you! Also thank you to @berlinuntelevised and @theberlinwriters for beliving in me, for organising Domicilium ( which is an AMAZING SUPERCALIFRAGILISTIC peotry event that happens once a month, that you all need to attend/read at if you are in Berlin), and for giving my creativity and me a home. And a big thank you to everyone that came and supported. Danke 💗💗
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die tür öffnet sich in der dunkelheit.
der erste schritt der lockigen, rothaarigen in die wohnung von liro umhülte nafi mit geborgenheit. die begegnung mit der hauskatze, welche so süss miaute, eine weitere vertraute.
die nacht war zu kurz, nach dem absturz in der bar, war klar, was war. ja, im schlafgemach die restliche zeit verbracht.
wie er danach so neben ihr lag und schlief, in ihrem kopf eine stimme rief; sonderbar die unbekannte nähe so bekannt und nah, gar nicht in der ferne. das miauen der katze und wie er so schlief, liessen ihre augen immer nur für kurze zeit schliessen. gedanken fliessen.
immer wieder als nafi verwachte, wachte die katze im bett. als er schlief, lief die kleine umher und schmuste mit nafi, sie mochte die katze sehr, ja, sie vermisst sie sehr. die augen wieder geschlossen, schlief sie ein, minuten flossen.
am morgen sprang die katze spielerisch auf die decke und weckte nafi aus ihrem schlaf. als liro kurze zeit später die augen öffnet, die hand auf nafis körper legte und sie wieder erregte... tja, was sie nicht überlegte, dass sie sich eine bürde auferlegte und sie jetzt ein einziger gedanke bewegte:
und ich würde immer wieder zu dem moment zurück, wo die katze auf meine füsse springt und deine hand mich berührt.
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