Words

This is my safe place, my pretty place, my comfort zone. It is sacred, it is pure, where my true feelings rest, where I don't have to hide, where I don't have to fake, where I can cry and I can laugh. Yes, it's public, and that's kind of dangerous, but I don't think anyone can find it easily, not without wanting to, not without actively looking for it.

So, are you interested in my thoughts, feelings, unbridled rage?

Words are everything I have, although not the spoken ones, the written ones. Those that are often overlooked by people, those that are so easily ignored. They are like me though, easily forgotten...

Payback

Lost in unwelcome thoughts,
my fingers dance upon the table,
with time working against me,
and my lips more bruised than usual.

I feel stuck in the middle,
motionless, frozen,
yearning to advance, yet chained to the floor,
dread consuming me.

Last week, sorrow reigned over me,
but now, anger controls my domain,
so fierce, so relentless,
that it could shatter the very essence of existence.

Do you dare to challenge me?

Bro, I  already saw this in countless scenarios,
prepare yourself,
retribution is coming.

Roma no se construyó en un día

Se me nublaron los ojos y se me cayeron unas lagrimitas,
se me apretó el pecho y se me secó la boca,
pero esta vez no me juzgué,
no me reté mentalmente,
tampoco pensé en lo mal que era tener pena,
más bien me entendí,
me abracé,
me hice cariñito,
y lloré con más ganas.

Voy a ser vulnerable hoy,
voy a llorar todo lo que quiera hoy,
no está siendo tan fácil,
y no tengo porque callármelo todo.
Mañana veré como estoy,
porque no tengo porque estar bien de un día para otro.

Después de toda mi autoexigencia,
y todo lo que me he propuesto aprender rápido,
también tengo que aprender a estar mal. 

Shh

I used to love silence,
It was my guide in tumultuous times,
My comfort zone,
My favorite sound.

But now it's different,
Silence drowns me,
Deafens me,
Drags me down,
And it's no longer my refuge.

Before, staying silent, listening, and smiling were easy.
Now, it's torturous.
I want to speak, to say everything,
To tell everything,
But I'm so used to silence that no words escape me.

Now you've remained silent, and I can't bear the screams in my mind.

Test

Cuando estoy triste es cuando más escribo,
ahora que está todo tranquilo,
ahora que todo tiene un color muy extraño pero acogedor,
no sé que escribir.

Solo sé que me arden los dedos por tocar más que el teclado.

 Odio la dualidad de tratarnos de usted en público,

y mordernos cuando estamos a solas.
Igual, quien me manda ah

Las ojeras grandes de no tener sueño,

y mi lugar preferido, donde habita el olvido.

Starved

Seen so many faces,

so many eyes,

and so many smiles.

But yours, honey,

yours seem to be carved in my mind,

replaying themselves between dreams.

And I wish, oh, I wish so bad

that you would smile more for me.

Fear and pain are tasty, but not yours, not yours.

However, blood's a different story,

yours seems to be the only one I would drink.

Helplessly lost in a frenzy of hunger,

yours, I would devour.

 Such a strange sensation when the reality matches what you've pictured in your mind so precisely. 

 I just want to close my eyes and stop thinking for a while.