Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

a beer a cigarette a sandwich a tear a moment a breath a season a wreck. forgotten betrayed regarded engaged balsamic hated ironic faded. an answer an other an option a bother an elder an earring an image a feeling. something falling breaking nothing shaking writing creating shattering.

it´s been way to long a time i can´t feel the drive all it´s lost in mind i wish i could go blind once i felt the new everything was true now that it´s all through i can´t but feel blue dreams i thought sublime nightmares turned then shined most feelings died as you i left behind.... the one was thrown away the shell it fell apart the box opened and spread the hate i hid inside as much as i would run the closer i would come to the conclusion to fold once all this was done no one was to hear the words i felt and feared yet that image was clear there was nothing left to feel the rain was in my eyes the pain never relied the one truth to my eyes was torn and left behind...

How close thy shall be? How close thy shall be Bed for the not living? For can you not see The long life I have missing? How close thy shall be Oh, master of puppets? For can you not see Your pupil caring buckets? How close thy shall be Pond of the red in me? For can you not see I have reasons to be? How close thy shall be Author of my obituary? For can you not see Time’s not yet for me to marry? How close thy shall be Oh, day of my slaughter? For can you not see I care too much to bother?

Oráculo. La respuesta de los dioses Completan ahora mi historia El sonido de las voces De quienes llenan mi memoria. Reboza la impotencia Solo pido ahora clemencia Pido que me guíen los astros Que saquen mi inexistencia. He vuelto al oráculo Velas negras ahora presencian Las razones y verdades Que me sacan de mi demencia. Ya no veo los obstáculos El camino perdió la maleza Sin cesar pido al oráculo Que me llene de sus respuestas. Puedo oír la voz del silencio Mis ojos ya no son presa De aquello que fue carencia De este, mi mundo mágico. Las horas pasan ya libres La lluvia borra discordia La soledad es indiferente La luz cubre las sombras. Pendiente se encuentra mi alma Recuerdos llenan mi mente De imágenes fotográficas Donde te encuentras presente. Borrar, nunca he podido Las lagrimas mil de mi historia Por fin la piedra he movido Y mi mente no esta ansiosa Por ver lo que nunca he visto Y camino sin más demora. El sueño arropa mi ser La historia sigue su camino El otoño acaba de ver Qu...

my past hunts me... Black Poem. Ideas come to head A pack of impure thoughts Now I wish to live not I’d be better of dead Depression fills my life I’m filled with shame and pain So hard, so hard I tried So that smoke I’d not inhale I failed myself tonight Reasons to die are true I tried to clean my mind But now my life is thru The sickness I never thought Someday I had to feel Is now part of it all Tares away all that’s real Vomiting words all over Writings the facts I hate I hate myself tonight And wish for life to go away Why must I suffer this moment? Reasons I need to hear Reasons to tell me that moment Was just a nightmare and left in haze The smoke that runs in me Becomes my oxygen now For I have not been able To get this shit off my mind The facts I wish to ignore The same that won’t let me be Are reasons to make my slaughter Now and today part of me I have betrayed my reason And with it also myself Can not see my face in a mirror That image at I can not stare I failed the bigge...

As found in one of the several, this is "Stellar encounter between Saturn and Europa". Enjoy. Stellar encounter between Saturn and Europa. Europa was dressed in red clothes that day... I was happy to know she was there even if she didn’t knew that she was... she floated towards me and stopped for a second in time to allow me to feel her perfume and I presumed she was aware of her mistake, but by the look in her eyes and the shy smile in her face I agreed that she was not... But it was then that she approached, and my arms with tears she soaked, and I just wondered deep in me why the snow came from the sun... she had left my orbit light years before and I was too blind to see the meteor that interfered our mystic connection, but once the damage was unbearable to the stellar eye she was already gone... but there she was, crying in my arms with no right, but still who am I to judge... Then she turned and whispered to my nose “...my love...” in that moment I turned and said “why ...

irony is this Hollow's tendency. can you see the scars close away? as i heal, i peal my skin to a new and throw what's left from the dirt to the bottom of the seas... where you sleep... there's a white duck staring straight at me next to my baby pictures of a past i never knew psicopathologie studies of the self that bring us down... its like a living dance upon dead minds or just a suffocating sight like you... beer mugs remind me of what i tend to forget the simple sound of you around me makes me nervous like red Californian apples and space rides. i hope i don't sound scary, i'm just hungry and you're dinner. do you know the joker? i need him to fix my head go get me some bread so i can bake myself away where are you? you should have been here by now! i have to feed the entire crowd and there's no control revolt behold the power of the [ n o t h i n g l e f t t o s a y ] ...