Gypsy

I was induced by your love

Seduced by Poison, conquered my defeat

Questioning why I wasn’t being chosen

I realized your lies so often

No consideration

The hurt obtained

Left behind so much pain

How could you be so vain?

Said that you loved me but it was never self proclaimed

Respect and faithfulness went hand in hand

So who was that lady who left her earrings on your night stand?

Shallow.

Didn’t call last night,

didn’t seem like it was worth the try

I’ve tried to convince myself a thousand times

that’s it should be you who’s on my mind

burying my shame with endless days

work and books

trying to pave my way

that will let me see the day

where I can finally feel the same

the truth is, i needed someone before you

adaptation

events occur and reactions follow

when he left i felt so hollow

lessons learned and held my head high

defeat is only a loss when you’ve let it subside

reality is, I needed that love to survive, in order to live

my drug to my addiction

and yet, here i am… unable to want that love you give.

Ode to heartbreak

oh how long those days seemed,

like the color of turmeric,

an amber flared sun, waiting to fall

ready for it’s demise, defeat and unfortunate glory

awaiting the moon to rise

pillows wet with tears of yesterday

when it was us every day

fought through winds and storms

the currents swaying us different ways

the stars couldn’t guide us

how were we so wrong?

The night became my savior

peaking through the depths of the unsaid

the darkness embracing my solace

traversing every crack of my heart

the unknown place…

it no longer beat the same

it was broken in every way.

Transparent, transparent… There’s no Pretending.

slowly ripping at the seams
kissing the face of doubt
fears revealing itself so clearly

restless nights
blanket of waves
oceans of disappointment
these thoughts are just so pointless
tossing and turning
scattered dreams
slowly ripping at the seams
kissing the face of doubt
fears revealing itself so clearly
fate becomes blurred
a distant postcard
old friend…
transparent, transparent, there’s no pretending.

-LorenAtSunset

Rotation… Rotation

Moments will move
seeking endless wonders
warmth to be found
Excavating the truth
an empty bed beckons the ever changing moon
fulfilling these voids with memories of you
eternally dreaming
futuristic pretense
catching up to time lost
speeding up the past
creating time travel
who’d knew we’d be engineers of romance…
rotating sides, rotating words
in a one dimensional world
figuring out the differences
the rarest formula couldn’t fix this
science couldn’t keep us alive
We just lost our chance, we missed it.
-LorenAtSunset

Lost Angels.. Los Angeles

Los Angeles the city of angels…
if only angels could fly…
maybe the city wouldn’t feel so lost
Los Angels, Los Angeles perdidos
many of them have lost their way…
to find a path that can only lead two ways…
while the media portrays propaganda of golden movie stars…
luxury a poor man can only dream of…
the angels can only portray reality, as they crawl in the beaten down streets
history of riots, protests against injustices and most of all poverty nourishing those hungry souls
los angeles se han caido, the angels have fallen, they crawl to get back up
authorities segregate area to area
keeping those away from the beautiful picture, smile!
south central a haven for the devil, full of fallen angels
the lullabies composed by sirens, helicopters and gunshots…
the hood is filled with the gangsters, prostitutes and children who are taught to fear the police and find a future in the streets…
BOOM! your child is dead, its just the cycle…
bury it up and carry a bible,
preach your word of sanity and savior
the fallen angels, can’t crawl anymore
OH! the false hope Los Angeles Gives, the downtown flow with skid ROW
the minority marches with no patriarch, no goverment nor support-
fighting these labels, fighting these fables.
The city isn’t so bright, its not so golden….
lost angeles, the lost angels.

Aún.

Deja verte Desnudare completa Quiero ver las curvas que el sol brilla y te llena de tiernura Quiero besar tu rostro en cual veo el universo y me lleva hasta lo más infinito En dónde yo me pierdo en tu mirada y me controla los sentimientos Carecíando tus palabras y todo el encanto que lleva tus labios Saciar mi sed Llévame  Toca mi mano  Y respira profundo Se qué tengo tu corazón en mi mundo

& like a heart attack… i know i can’t turn back.

still I can’t get out
She’s all I think about
Can’t let her go
It’s who you know

We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go

She moves fast, takes control
And like a heart attack, I know I can’t turn back

Rough Landing Holly- Yellowcard 

maybe.

maybe i forgot how it feels

a heart beating completely intertwined with yours

 

maybe i forgot that i can describe

what i chose not to admit

when we’re alone

our breath heavy with anxiety

heating up the room

as i see you face to face

the light beams perfectly on your lips and smile

 

maybe i forgot that i can’t speak

when you talk

when you wondrously stare at me

with those deep, pensive, brown eyes

I’ve already lost…

my train of thoughts has departed

left me wondering when will it come back

all that remains is this heart

this love

this affection the never ceases to fulfill itself with questions and doubts…

 

you’ve become too precious for me to continue

too beautiful to touch

to exquisite to have

yet in the darkest night

in the silent hour of day

in the woods that i roam in my sleepless nights

cradled in my bed

embedded daily

a quick reminder….

isolation is my constant solace

my only remedy

my only cure

and like a mirror,

i shatter my emotions, cry my pain and realize that it’s you…i’m willing to break my own heart for.

 

an awkward tyranny of emotional distress and a hidden abyss of endless transitions…

transitions are endless

one cannot stop time from ticking

who knew that my heart would be in paris

despair in transatlanticism* 

vivid dreams accompanied by  such a state of desire

the need of physical intimacy,

the burden of melancholy and hope

 in ultimate disappointment, it lies…

intertwined between the truth and the lies,

the thin line that separates the wants and the haves 

roaming endlessly inside an empty abyss

an overcome, a rule, an oppression … must they become suppressed emotions 

letters pouring out of your mind

‘i’m leaving to martinique, ma vénérer awaits for me’

making a small joke, trying to ease the cold, lifeless, tragic death…

this long distance love affair has been put to an end.

 

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