Que sucede en estos momentos, ¿todo es un sueño?, o realmente lo estamos viviendo; pienso en si todo esto es real, sí mi existencia es real, caigo en un pensamiento profundo en el cual me hace cuestionar sí todo lo vivido es o no un producto de mí imaginación, si estamos presos en un bucle el cual nos hace vivir los mismos pensamientos cada día y vivir la misma rutina; si solo somos seres manipulables haciendo lo que quieren que hagamos, ¿lo somos?, o solo es otra teoría loca de mi mente.

Me humillaste, me destruiste. Me arrastraste y me hundiste. Ofenderme no fue suficiente, siempre tenías que asegurarte de que me sintiera lo peor de todo. Nadie además de ti piensa eso entonces hay de dos: Tú eres el que trata de derrumbarme siempre o soy el engañador más grande de todos los tiempos. Pero ¿Sabes una cosa? Me harté de ser del que se aprovechan, el dejado atrás al que todo mundo, incluido tu, pisotean. Siempre he tenido que ser el que ayuda pero nunca al que ayudan.

Me humillaste, me destruiste. Me arrastraste y me hundiste. Ofenderme no fue suficiente, siempre tenías que asegurarte de que me sintiera lo peor de todo. Nadie además de ti piensa eso entonces hay de dos: Tú eres el que trata de derrumbarme siempre o soy el engañador más grande de todos los tiempos. Pero ¿Sabes una cosa? Me harté de ser del que se aprovechan, el dejado atrás al que todo mundo, incluido tu, pisotean. Siempre he tenido que ser el que ayuda pero nunca al que ayudan.

• Neon lights. Reflecting in my eyes. The only place I feel at home. Alone but not alone. The breeze can listen to My many wild thoughts about you. Left behind in a waste of a land, I think I finally understand How much I depend on you. And I think You do too. •

Why is it that free speech is being condemned as "hate speech"? Look, everything is hate speech, because everything can offend someone. Something as simple as liking cats more than dogs, could be deemed as hate speech, because it can insult people who like dogs. This is what's happening in the media. This is what causes people to censor. People who aren't afraid to speak their minds are being scorned because their opinion isn't what others want it to be. What's happening to us? Just a thought.

Sometimes I look up at the sky at night and wonder at the infinite amount of stars. And maybe it’s then that I feel most alone. But then I think, you’re never truly alone if you have the stars with you.

Am I The Villain for wanting some love from my parents? Because to them I'm the one who needs to be respectful, when I am respectful towards them. Yet they always say I'm disrespectful, sometimes I feel the urge of just running away yet when I try to do it, I can't something tells me to stay and that's not my parents, I bet if I ran way right now they wouldn't even notice, I feel like I'm being treated as the villain, but as long as they are happy I'm fine.... Everything's fine for now.

A wintry evening, the light of the cloud covered day waning into twilights embrace. White draped trees grow into grey lumbering giants of shadow and snow. Snowflakes fall, twisting, tumbling to the ground, their soft hiss the only sound. Birds, squirrels, all the small ones snuggled and nestled into their homes, leaving me to my thoughts, a mote of life, aware and alone.

The line between music and writing is the one I stand right on. With breath I create sounds of the world. With thought I create ideas. So tell me. Am I a songwriter, a storyteller, or something else completely?

En la vida todo vuelve dicen, ¿será cierto?. En la vida todo se paga, ¿como estoy segura de eso? En la vida todo pasa, pero no entiendo. solo quiero ver llegar aquel día en el que paguen cada lagrima y sentimiento de desánimo y decepción que hicieron que sienta, en ese momento creeré que es totalmente cierto, creeré en cada palabra dicha y veré con mis propios ojos como el dulce golpe de la vida devuelve lo poco que se dió y lo mucho que se exigió. Dar para recibir, pero sí no das ¿que recibes?.

Destiny is "a little tricky", I met her without any idea about it, when I wasn't looking or even thinking about it, and just then when I finally understood everything that happened, destiny came again and took everything away. There is not another explanation; if it wasn't destiny, then, why everything I possibly did ended always with the same result? "Destiny is a little tricky"

Deep thoughts The deepest of thoughts Why do we think everyday? Why do we have to plan ahead? Why do we stress the brain everyday? Why can’t some other brain think for us? Why do we think and get tired of thinking? So many questions huh? But how else can the brain really work if we don’t reason?

Luego de ver la serie The Crown, encuentro dos similitudes entre la Princesa Margarita y Lady Di: fueron dos hermosas mujeres, llenas de alegria y ganas de vivir, a quienes el amor les jugo una mala pasada. Una, traicionada por su hermana y la realeza al no poder casarse con el amor de su vida. La otra, engañada por alguien con quien no podia competir. Me pregunto: seremos las mujeres siempre las mas desdichadas en el amor? La belleza que poseemos no nos sera suficiente? Sera nuestra culpa?

Amar no es una ciencia ni una estrategia, es un arte. El arte requiere sentimientos, pasión, emoción. Sin estos, el amor se marchita como una flor sin cuidado. El arte requiere novedad, percepción, significado. Sin estos, el amor se vuelve monótono y amargado. El arte requiere creatividad, belleza, realidad. Sin estos, el amor sería blando además de falso. Por último el arte requiere amor y este solo se consigue dentro nosotros mismos, y ese es el mayor arte que uno puede expresar.

In my opinion, there is no such thing as an ending to something grand. When someone says the end, they are wrong Those books are lying, Alll that there is, is another book after the first.

Hablemos de cuantas sonrisas has sacado de estos labios, hablemos de cuán bella es la forma en la que hablas y dices que te use para amarme a mí misma; hablemos de la manera en la que tu voz endulza hasta los más agrios días, de como reventamos ventanas con esos intentos de canto sincronizado aunque solo sea a través de aquella estación de radio, imaginar un mundo contigo me hace sentir tonta, dicen que no puedes amar sin conocer a esa persona pero yo lo hago, y lo siento ¿está mal?, no lo sé.

"What you are running away from, will catch up with you soon enough" She told him while he left her for dead. Years later, he was shot and as he was dying, someone appeared in front of eyes. "Told you so" she said with a smile.

El casillero se abre, y uno mira dentro sólo para encontrar, en efecto, un casillero vacío... Y el pasillo... vacío. Un único casillero. ¿Esperabas acaso lo inesperado? ¿Un insólito giro de eventos? ¿El génesis, quizá, de un patético intento de entretenimiento literario? Expectativas... Tan fáciles de engañar, tan... predecibles... En respuesta a la hipótesis del amateur lector promedio: no. No hay mensaje en letras pequeñas. Sólo un casillero vacío. Sólo un pasillo vacío.

We don’t really know anything because nothing is guaranteed. If you’re never going to know something for sure, than why not explore everything? Why limit yourself to one possibility when there is an infinity out there? I don’t understand how people think in one way when there are so many ways to be thought.

Have you ever thought what’s in someone else’s head? All the morbid thoughts every individual has thought and thinks. In my head I see fear. I see pain. I see suffering. But you think i’m fine, because, you’ve never been in my head. You’re only allowed in yours. All my troubling thoughts will remain unknown to you because you can’t hear what’s in my head, you’ll never know the pain and constant agony I feel. In a way it’s unfair that you’ll never know what’s in my head. @MORBIDMANIA13 xx DT

It lives in my head. Always trying to get out. Beating at my skull.  Screaming behind my eyes.  Stealing all my thoughts.  It wants life.  It wants freedom to grow and take over everything it touches.   My mouth opens and it tries to crawl out.  It seeps from my fingertips onto clean pages. All so that it can be free.  For me there's no relief. For another begins to grow. Demanding life. Trying to get out. Beating at my skull.

Seems like everybody wants to be loved but some forget that they have to love back with the same fire as the other or in time they'll feel like something is missing. How come love is so sweet in the early stages and after that it just crushes your soul? Not many survive, but after that it tastes as sweet as honey again. You never know where it will take you, but you can choose to go and be changed or to stay the same. Love is and will forever be the most wonderful and frightening feeling of all.

Im looking through the window I see that far away is brighting star. Its light is blinking among the space. So white, so shine, it blazes with fierce bizarre My eyes can capture from afar your rayse * * * Im looking at the window, I dream about the people whose hearts would shine like stars. Where the dazzling light bright without dissimulation And soul could spread the wings to raise away to heighten clouds. By its living nature, a special form of definition.

If I'd ever thought I'd end up this way Maybe things could have been better avoided But then that wouldn't be Fate Would it? Even if I had escaped from the supposed doom at that time It had only had to push my misfortune further way up The pain and suffering of being farther away sound good, right? Ah! Dear readers pls look for the second part of this poem There's no space to finish off Thanks guys My sincere gratitude to you all

Think about our decisions it's like defying infinity a hard road but without destination... Author: JJFHistorias

i tangled my arms around his torso planted my kiss across his chest and his stomach just trying to find a way, a way to keep him in my sheets. but as i wake up, i find that my sheets are empty, because you cannot fill your sheets with something that only exists IN YOUR HEAD.

Sleepness nights roam throuh my mind, seek through them in time. Waking up without you is agrovating, it should be crime. Your scent is like flowers soaring through the sky. Eyes shining so bright like the sun, its overwhelming that i melt inside. Lips so gentle and soft for feeling them I cry Deep emotions i feel for you that i can describe, my stress and anger dissappear insight. The more im not with you i can't think right, for that every day i have sleepness nights.

Sleepness nights roam throuh my mind, seek through them in time. Waking up without you is agrovating, it should be crime. Your scent is like flowers soaring through the sky. Eyes shining so bright like the sun, its overwhelming that i melt inside. Lips so gentle and soft for feeling them I cry Deep emotions i feel for you that i can describe, my stress and anger dissappear insight. The more im not with you i can't think right, for that every day i have sleepness nights.

A veces nos sentimos solos estando aún rodeado de personas. Si es verdad la soledad es buena pero a veces puede llegar a ser muy mala. Es horrible no tener con quien contar, con quien hablar, con quien reir. Caminar sin ningún sentido, sin rumbo, sin destino. Ser un velero en un mar repleto de tormentas; un náufrago en tus pensamientos. Nos encerramos y tiramos la llave por ese precipicio sin fondo, por esa oscuridad q llamamos soledad....

The factor that is common to each and every one of us in the world is not the country, caste or religion or language or anything else but thoughts and Values. The divisions of caste may be dependent on religion, language on country and so on. But how we handle good and bad, success and failure, ignorance and knowledge, and familiar and out of context situations are common for everyone. And those are the thoughts and values, which are common for each and everyone in the whole world.

I would like to say you, I miss you But I prefer to keep quiet Because, it will be more painful to know this: You will not care about it...

Wasn't born to be a healer Wasn't born to be a poet either Some days I still cry about that.

Tu voz, es simplemente tu voz la única capaz de calmarme. Es la única capaz de hacer que la esperanza vuelva a mí, es la única con el poder de hacerme enteder lo valiosa que soy. Quiero que me susurres al oído que siempre estaras ahí por más lejos que te encuentres; por más personas que te escuchen decir lo mismo, tiene un efecto diferente en mí, sé que no tienes la más mínima idea de cuantas veces me has salvado y alejado de aquel hoyo infinito, de aquel bucle que se repite sin piedad alguna.

Tu voz, es simplemente tu voz la única capaz de calmarme. Es la única capaz de hacer que la esperanza vuelva a mí, es la única con el poder de hacerme enteder lo valiosa que soy. Quiero que me susurres al oído que siempre estaras ahí por más lejos que te encuentres; por más personas que te escuchen decir lo mismo, tiene un efecto diferente en mí, sé que no tienes la más mínima idea de cuantas veces me has salvado y alejado de aquel hoyo infinito, de aquel bucle que se repite sin piedad alguna.