Puerto Rico (US)
|Rediscovering my writing. Penpals would be nice.|
I wish I could be there for you,
Tell you that everything will be allright
And embrace you until you fall asleep.
But for now,
Look at yourself in the mirror
If you can.
The classroom was empty but she was still sitting on her chair. Everyone left but she couldn't move. She looked outside the window: her other self was staring back at her with that wicked smile. "Today. Today. Today," she could read on her lips.
She couldn't run away anymore.
Sometimes you feel like a box. It could be a good thing, or a bad thing, depending on the day. Sometimes you feel like running, until your skin and muscles peels off, until your bones breaks and there's nothing left of you, not even dust. That's always a bad thing.
But today, today you feel like a burned book. It's a new feeling. You're not sure what to make of it.
1 Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory
in the heavens.
2 Through the praise of children and infants
you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger.
3 When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
4 what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?
5 You have made them a little lower than the angels
and crowned them with glory and honor.
6 You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
you put everything under their feet:
7 all flocks and herds,
and the an...
You put me under water,
and expect me to breathe?
I have a mouth,
but I cannot scream.
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
The waiting room is a modern
chamber of torture
as I collect my thoughts together
before meeting with my psychiatrist.
As she opened the door she stood there silently for a few seconds. She then bursts into uncontrollable laughter as she realizes what she's looking at:
Her own reflection in the living room mirror.
My mom and dad were always working, so grandpa took care of me. We would dance together to his favorite songs playing from an old record--my feet on top of his before I learned how to walk. We would sit together on the balcony's bench to watch the gardens as we ate ice cream, and he would tell me stories from the Bible or his boyhood.
He was the one who wiped my tears away when I came back home crying from the swings. He was the one who gave me a parrot for my birthday, and I named it after him-- Bonpa.
We would have fun taking turns teaching him new words. The first words that Bonpa learned came from grandpa: "Be brave."
Today, grandpa is no longer here with me. But I can feel him whe...
I've grown tired of this crusade of mine,
losing myself into pages and pages of books,
trying to find my story,
By the time you receive this letter, it means you must have the book in your posession by now. The next steps are of extreme importance, so follow them carefully:
1. Go to the Postal Office.
2. Put the book inside a priority box package with fake addresses, and leave it to "Mrs. Purple." Do not ask questions.
3. The key attached in this letter belongs to a PO Box there. Go open it after you drop the book.
4. Inside, you'll find a torn teddy bear.
5. DO NOT LOOK AT IT IN THE EYES.
6. Put the bear inside a safe container before leaving the building.
7. DESTROY IT. Make sure it is properly destroyed and disposed of.
If done correctly, this should be enough to make them go...
She wasn't the person for blind dates. This whole ordeal just made her very nervous. "Why did I agree to this in the first place?," she wondered.
As the door opened, the bell made a loud noise, making her look up. She wasn't the only one. Everyone in the venue looked up. They were all surprised to see a woman guiding a blind man by the arm. He hold a white cane and the harness of his service dog, a black Lab, as the woman looked around. When they locked their gazes, she smiled.
"Oh, boy," she thought, looking at her own rollator walker with the corner of her eye, "here we go."
She didn't mind her blind date being actually blind -in fact, it was poetic, in a way- but she was self-conscio...
Tears fell as she said her last good-bye to her dog. Fourteen years together... and it was time to continue the journey without him.
Pain and fear are my constant companions. I don't know when it will stop.
Oh, Father, where are you? Don't leave me in the middle of this storm.
When I learned that my beloved was having a fling that night, I sent a flying fork straight into their eye at dinner.
The one that always twitch when they lie.
It's been a long and busy week for her. As she walks on the side of the road, her backpack feels heavier with each minute passing.
Of course, it's not easy to carry a backpack full of body parts. But once she reaches the bridge and drops it to the river, it will all be over. Forever.
My mind is a labyrinth-
not that complex, really,
but every twist and turn I take,
all I find, all I see,
are my nightmares, my demons,
all the ugly parts of me.
Is my mind my enemy?
Does it want to kill me?
Oh, how bitter is the taste of despair,
where there's no light, where there's
And part of me wants to succumb to this quiet, horrible madness,
If it wasn't for the tight grip in my chest, if it wasn't for that fine line
that still holds me to life.
"Only God knows the meaning of my silence. Have faith."
But you don't know God. Get to know Him first, and then we will talk.
That is, if you're a man.
I used to have nightmares
in the dark of the night
that became blurry memories
in the mornings.
Now I have nightmares at daytime,
with my eyes wide awake,
where I see myself in the bathtub
and a bottle of pills.
"Try it, try it," my demons say, with their siren-like song.
But, oh! The thought of the people I care about, left behind like that, makes me turn a deaf ear.
"We had a good thing going. But you couldn't keep your promise and it destroyed what we had" she cried. He looked at her and shrugged.
He had stop caring a long time ago.
"What do you want me to do about it?" Was all he said, words stabbing like knives, before slamming the car's door shut and driving away.