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Atticus F

PO# 650108
Argentina
Argentina
In order to win the game, true happiness must be reach.
February 22, 2020
 

Un viajero. Linyera entregado al desvirtúe de la resignación, todo porque la existencia se ha cmprimido lenta y cruelmente en una experiencia de transitar por peceras, una (de vez en cuando) más grande que las anteriores. Pocas memorables en la versión más alegre de la palabra, pero todas con grietas peligrosas por atravesar.

Inevitablemente cicatrices dejarán.

Nadando en mar abierto tendrá sus obstáculos y vicisitudes, pero si para vivir libre hay que correr riesgos mayormente inesperados aún así, sería mejor que la asfixiante paz de la natación guiada en acuarios de cristal.

SIMPLICITY DAY
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February 15, 2020
 

Deep breaths under an oak tree
laying softly over summer flowers,
taking some time off from January embers
those that burnt last year efforts
to become better, improve details within me.

I desire constantly:
To have all my goals at reach,
be able to touch them
just by stretching an arm to the top of a palm tree.

Get homework done with a smile
moving thoughts so easy
always laughing.

Own a magical spoon
to clear out my needs when I'm hungry.

Create magical balloons
that can't be popped out by my keys.

Become the first water biker of all
to ever crossed the Atlantic.

And most important of all...

Become able to work
Everywhere!
Even from the odd comfort of my porch,

always smiling!

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 2020
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February 15, 2020
 

How could I achieve be featured on my own stamp? What is necessary?

NAJWA ZEBIAN
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February 15, 2020
 

So she rushed outside her house, with preoccupation in hand and eagerism in the other, that crying got to her in another level as if she were part of the pack herself.

Honestly, there was no plan or pre consideration for what could be waiting for her out there, but she knew something had to be done, a wolf needed help right away, so that's when her skin started to go red as if it were burning, and as she ran faster through the woods, the quicker her clean pale skin turned red and hairy.

It hurts like hell but she did not seem to care, almost as if it was a case of routine or a common casualty in her life. As the hairs went longer and wider through her body, so did her bones, face, and extr...

RUBY DHAL
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February 3, 2020
 

A wave usually exists for no longer than 5 minutes. That period of time constitute a life, in its whole physical existence. Let's consider that for a minute and breathe, try to be thankful for what we have and remember that endings are as necessary as new beginings.

Someday we will descend into whatever essence we came from and comeback as something else, from the same source of energy. Recharged.

A different way to be.

JUST LOVE
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January 23, 2020
 

The sound of his steps
coming,
Below the coldness of my bed
moaning,
Stretching the limbs
slowly,
Jumping on the sheets
snoring.

Fetching a single moment
where I move my head,
so he can tune his voice
to wake me up with eagerness
which I sometimes lack of,
he stumbles every morning
respecting my privacy in dreams
while demanding I get my eyes open because is not only late, but he has something to say.

And the morning canine euphony begins.

RUBY DHAL
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January 20, 2020
 

¿De dónde viene la palabra?

Es una retórica que redunda, cómo preguntar el origen del dolor y la emoción pura.

Es lo que es, sus razones viven en la misma experiencia. Su origen está en la necesidad de algo.  Y hasta que ocurra una erupción no empezará su existencia, su balurdo descubrimiento por la humanidad, por los seres pensantes que se ven primero en un espejo antes que verde por dentro.

En un océano de preguntas incorrectas está la particular aguja que explotará el gran globo de la ignorancia.

En la habitación previa a la trascendencia hay un acertijo tramposo que si con detenimiento se escucha, será una ligereza entenderlo. Son verdades entrelazadas que si bien muy llanas, son de ...

A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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January 18, 2020
 

A love letter is a lost one, the alchemy in the works is quite simple you get those feelings processed and filtered in the same bowl, mix it up till you make a paste and then dip the pen there in that ink to start writing, with heart in one hand and the brains in the other.

A letter has the purpose of be given away, therefore once is finish it will stop being yours.

To those we cry for, to those individuals that have conquered something in us, we must say with a sense of grieve ... I love you.

Hope you remember me by.

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A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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January 18, 2020
 

January's Goals

I want to break free.

Conquer all the loans I owe
cut the chords of unnecessary expenses,
take the rythym of an excercise routine
accomplish constancy, be a healthy human being.

Take some time to dive deep in book stories, read a couple maybe three never bored.

Reduce ambivalence of my speech
create bridges between thoughts and final words, share opinions and just get a little fun.

Take a step forward and be myself without aching borders, breath easily while living in the body I have chosen.

THE SUN
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January 16, 2020
 

And as aggressive they came, the calmer she must have stayed. The experience in the middle of the raging sea was an indicate of a quest she was in, it wasn't easy to realize but it was required with urgency.

Her peace never came, therefore her body went from stiff and paralyzed to a hard core mineral state. She begin to feel her thoughts fade away, her desires crumble, memories melting, and so on, till there was no light in those eyes, no air in her lungs, no struggle.

She was gone.

SEE IT SHARP
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January 15, 2020
 

La marea crece
y tus manos lejos
hundidas en la arena,
los dedos raspados
hurgando deseos,
promesas olvidadas
y caracolas desalojadas.

Si escuchas el océano
una sonrisa esbozarás,
observando con asombro
cómo la brisa balancea
al azúl más profundo,
que de secretos se compone.

Las orillas del mar te saludan
invitan a quedarse
invitan a vivir un poco más.
Porque algo tan hermoso y que su ciclo siempre fluye, no está allí existiendo solo por cosa del azar. Y tú no estás allí, siendo espectador y co-habitante solo por una mera y espontánea vívida casualidad.

Si vuelves a soñar con el mar, escríbelo y con los ojos cerrados lo dibujaras.

BE BOLD
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January 14, 2020
 

Take a look at what you left behind,
stare at it closely not trying to hard just focusing on the feels of that moving picture.

Your life, has been interesting, maybe not necessarily in the fashion of adventures or big deep risks, but you had your own piece of cake. Treasure that, in the sense that you value what has happened even though it has been hard on you several times, in each of those experiences lays a question and an answer. The predicament of most is... Did you miss it?

What occurs is not casual, and there is No concept of time as you believe that will stop you from understand. There are cycles, yes, life is like that. But you have to put into work to try successfully (and probab...

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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January 12, 2020
 

Materia gris

Gran potencia que guardas
Tantos sesos ajenos envidian,
La mínima consciencia que portan
A su orgullo ferozmente roe,
Saben que a puertas bien abiertas
El destino se presenta
A los amplios pensadores.

Singulares conoceres
Esos que despiertan curiosidades
Humedecen los paladares
Alborotan los placeres.

A todos incita
Obtener nuevos saberes,
Llaves a secretos
O habilidades,
Lo que fuere.
Aunque la pereza abunda
mucho habla,
poco justifica;
Ningún joven quiere morirse
con el brillante medallero
de la penosa y perpetua ignorancia.

Usa tu materia gris
que sino se desintegrará,
El amplio lago de su vitalis
para siempre no fecundará.

Date un minuto para considerar
Esa mal-geniada...

DARK NIGHT
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January 8, 2020
 

Lo peor de mi siempre ha sido mi desesperación. La ansiedad del cómo saber, del cuando estará, del ver el final antes de llegar a la mitad, de sentir la piel antes de si quiera acercarme a ella.

Es así, y estoy enterado desde siempre.

La pasión me consume y yo me entrego en brazos abiertos, con las defensas apagadas, con los sentidos aturdidos.

Con el pasar de los días y la rotación de la tierra, aprendí a querer al preámbulo, entendí lo fascinante de ello, y creo que me terminó encantando más que la finalidad de las cosas. Sin tenerles miedo, pero aún conservando esa decanyente ansiedad que consume.

Siempre fui torpe para las introducciones, sin embargo me hice dueño de las mismas. Desta...

A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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January 5, 2020
 

Sweet old words
I have miss you,
Lost I have been
Withouth the strength
You always gave me.

I am no hulk
But I do the role
When the heart goes faster
While you pass by my thoughts
Like you own the place,
Like you are in real state
Of consciousness and mind-space.

Writing about you
give me hints for peace,
Like I am at reach of mindfulness
True calm,
True rest,
The long awaited
Most searched of 2019,
Pure and simple happiness.

A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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January 4, 2020
 

Outside the window
I saw myself flying,
Dancing with the wind
As I held an umbrella.

Like a dream it seemed
But as long as I travelled
The truest it became,
The more real i felt.

It was only when decision took place,
Throwing away all the lovers
I neglected to let go,
Like big old stones they fell down hard to gravity,
Instantly my freedom started to notice.

I saw myself through a window
It served as a mirror to see what I would become,
When I get on to the pursuit of my own blissful and plain happiness.

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A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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