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Poem #362

When you are your worst enemy
happiness is just a mistake in the code of your existence.

It’s fleeting moments of peace and light
that soon get swallowed by the darkness of your mind.

You tell yourself you don’t deserve it.
You tell yourself you are not worth it.
You are eating yourself alive and you
cannot run away from yourself.

When you constantly stop yourself from moving forward
future is that what others have and you cannot reach.

It’s the promise of a better tomorrow offered to those
who don’t have voices in their head saying: “You can’t do this.”

You are kicking yourself when you are down.
You are drowning yourself in sadness.
You are your own hell
and you don’t know how to live with that.

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Poem #361

My skin is a shell hiding the mess inside.
My eyes do not give out fear,
mi lips do not stretch to smile.
When I look unapproachable
I get a feeling of safety.

If they don’t ask, I won’t have to tell.
If they focus on the bitchface
they won’t see the anxiety clutched around
my ankles. I have to drag her everywhere.

I flinch when I hear laughter or shouting.
I am constantly scared there are eyes on me.
I am scared of being seen and I’ve spent a lifetime
wanting to be heard.

Leaving my four walls feels like going on trial.
I know they don’t care, I know they aren’t looking
but I cannot shake off this feeling that they
are grading everything about my existence.
I am scared the shell is getting too weak
to hide the misery and fear I am trying
so hard to conceal.

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Poem #360

I want to say goodbye to myself.
The scared me that has been living in a constant state of losing control.
I want to say goodbye to myself, believe in reincarnation
believe I will come back as someone better.

I am done with myself.
I always thought my mind was playing a game on me
and I came to realize it’s just how I am.
If this were a game, maybe I would have some rules
maybe I would know why I keep on losing.

I can’t put up with myself anymore.
It’s not like I can storm out and run away from me.
I long for the days when my path was unclear because
it seems to me that there is no path left now.
The fog is lifted and the clock struck the time to end this.

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Poem #359

I started layering clothes to keep away from the cold.
It keeps me warm and I can feel the weight of it on me.

Don’t worry, they say that soon we will have better weather
so I will just go outside and my skin will be sun-kissed.

It will be effortless, warm, I won’t have to ask for it,
no gesture needed to get the sun’s attention.

I sleep in a fetal position, with my hands crossed over my torso
like I am trying to hug myself. Some nights I am. Somebody has to.
It makes me look like I am so small you can fit me in your pocket.
Maybe I am just trying to take up less space to be more acceptable.
Maybe I am trying to look cuter, have a softer voice, seem more loveable. Sometimes I think I am just attention seeking.

You are not like the sun, it’s not effortless. I have to ask, I have to put myself between your arms or I have to expose every inch of my skin because it seems to be the only motivation for you to touch me.

Don’t worry, they say that soon we will have better weather so I will spend my nights with my hands crossed over my torso and during the day I will be sun-kissed again.

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Poem #358

Sometimes you want it to be what it was in the beginning.
You want to hear “I miss you” and you want the gestures
and you want for someone to go the extra mile for you.

You want a love that’s a bit childlish and very spontaneous
You want to discover new things instead of reliving the old.
You want someone to treat you like you are above all.

And maybe you want it because you cannot treat yourself in that way.

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Poem #357

Scene 1:
Everyone was walking on the ground,
she was walking on clouds.
Her life was a dream as she played the role
of the girl in-love.
From dresses to the lingerie they hid,
From breakfast in bed served wearing his shirt to
putting a drop of perfume on her thighs and neck
hoping he will memorize her scent.

Scene 2:
If the skies are crying, it’s not a sad day.
It was time to cuddle up under the blanket.
If he would lose himself along the way,
she was running to rescue him.
His burden was hers as well,
she found forgiveness for all mistakes.
Never once a flaw, bad hair days or unshaved legs
on the body she so willingly gave to him.

Scene 3:
It was all in vain, the fairytale land had one mistake.
It was tailored from movies and scenes,
written like a paragraph from a love story
but none of it was real.
Real feelings were put aside so she could play a role.
She imitated everything she saw love was as a little kid
just because she wanted to be picked.
She wanted for somebody to claim her, cross an ocean to find her,
do everything to sweep her off her feet.

Scene 4:
It was an award-worthy performance but it was nothing more.
An act, a lie, a desperate attempt to become loved.
The curtains are about to close and she can’t even cry.
The crowd is leaving but she cannot seem to find the strength
to leave the stage. So much of her was poured into this play.
Maybe when another one comes to the stage, he will appreciate
the performance and stay.

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Poem #356

Being strong is a blessing only while
others think you are weak.

Being strong is not a get out of jail free card
when it comes to pain.
Being strong doesn’t mean our skin can’t bruise
or that the scars aren’t deep enough to bleed a river.
Being strong doesn’t always keep us on our feet,
when we fall, the blow breaks our knees.

It is not an invitation for you to push the limits.
It is not a challenge for you to see how much we can take.
It’s not a justification for the world when it hits us harder.
It does not mean we need to go through more pain than the rest.

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Poem #355

I want to wake up from an afternoon slumber 
to the sound of waves and seagulls. 
Sun covering me up, the clouds replacing a ceiling. 
The smell of salt in the air purifying my being. 

I want to hop around on the burning sand  
and run to the sea to heal. 
Taking the first sip of coffee in the morning 
overlooking the nature and not concrete.  

I want to be a tourist of the world, 
fit my life into a suitcase and run wild. 
Experience the world through adventure, 
the culture through the food, 
the customs through the language 
and the love through dancing.  

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Poem #354

What if we are the generations living through
the beginning of the end?
What if we are those who started to pay
for years of human transgression?

Maybe the end of the world will not be
an explosion, a meteor hitting the earth.
The apocalypse might be years of suffering,
death and devastation that lead to the blast
people start praying for.

What if we are the apocalypse that happened
to the planet we violently tried to own?

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Poem #353

They are talking about us as if it were their business
to dissect every fiber of our existence.
They wanted us to know it’s never going to work
because we don’t fit in with their point of view.

As if faith asked who we are and where we come from
and how much we have before it brought us together.
As if we could pick where our hearts want to rest.

It was like the movies, a bad boy chasing after the girl
that was looking for a reason to release all inhibitions.
What the movies didn’t teach us is that the happy ending
does not play out in real life.

The movie starts, we fall in love at first sight.
By the middle we jump over the obstacles in the name of love.
The plot twist comes, doubts start creeping in and we are
too young to process all of this.

In the movies love beats all but when you aren’t on the big screen
love is set aside and heartbreak takes the lead.
We betrayed us, we fell in line to take their point of view
just to justify why we couldn’t rise above.

Maybe we will learn from this, maybe we will know better because of this. And maybe it would all burn less if it was a decision and not
society’s imposition.

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