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Quisiera no haber vivido en este mundo de error, Donde el mundo gira a mi alrededor Y los colores siempre en ardor. Amores míos, errores tuyos… Pienso que las luces nunca brillaron por mi.Por eso cada quien lo suyo. Escucho mi corazon palpitar Pero en este mundo gris En el no tengo razon por vivir……
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You are thirteen years old. By then, science has already exhausted its miracles. Faster engines, cleaner bombs, quieter machines. The magazines say there’s nothing left to discover—only refine. Interspatial travel is next. Everyone agrees. They talk about it the way they talk about highways: inevitable, useful, dull. Your life is good. Your parents love you.…
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Edgar felt a deep, elongated, sharp pain cut into his left side, just beneath his ribs. He exhaled slowly, carefully, afraid that a deeper breath would make it worse. His legs gave out and he sat against the concrete slab holding up the lamp post. The light barely pushed back the dark. Beyond its edge,…
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1. The Architect of Indifference The Creator isn’t a “Good Father” or a “Bad Villain.” He is The All Equals. He designed the light, the demons, and the fallen angels as functional parts of the same engine. He adores us from the sidelines, but He isn’t here to fix our “booms.” He’s here to watch…
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Another Valentine’s Day.A magical time when couples rekindle their love, buy each other flowers, or — let’s be real — some folks end up with unwanted STDs they’ll be Googling symptoms for by Monday. But behind all that pink glitter and commercial love, nobody talks about the darker side of today: the blue balls, the…
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So many friends, coworkers, and possible haters told me I should do my own laminate work. Fuck that. And it all started with my mom telling me, “mijo, you should remove that nasty pink carpet and get tile in your house.” I knew the carpet was trash, dirty, and plain nasty as hell. I had…
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I don’t know about you guys, but every year one gets closer to death it seems as if the EGO, kind of just butters away and the true self prevails. All those whacky ideas, those power young moves, just vanish out to thin air. The grind, the work, the fucken life bull shit wears you…
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Hate… we spoke againI hadn’t seen you in some time Hadn’t felt your love the sameYou told me you were there for meJust like the rain on the moonMaybe when I die, I’ll see you soon And the tears set againI watched her dance in painMust be that time again Her breath in my chest…
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Si supieras cuánto te he querido,verte partir y aportar otro apellido.Es una muerte lenta y dolorosa,la que me espera en esta ronda. Me quedé cantándole al recuerdo,a promesas que el viento llevó.Abrazarte ya es solo un sueño,y aun así… mi alma te llamó. Verte fugarte en la ira,no pudiste esperar la tira.Y al hacerlo, el…
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You parted Heart broken now heavily guarded Saints and sinners You had me for a quitter But the day is long I pick up the slack and still keep strong Daily habits that can’t be destroyed Thoughts of the living annoyed One look at that person And I knew I had conquered the storm No…
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Verse 1She parted like a shallow whisper in the sky,like a bleak ray of sunshine fading dry.She went out with the wind,one last goodbye—no kiss goodnight,just silence in the sky.ChorusShe’s gone again,never to return,and things will never be the same,like the wind that twists and burns.Verse 2I’m alone again,I’m by myself again,tears can’t feel, they…
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Happy Festivities ya’ll!!! I know I haven’t posted anything lately, but I’ve been dying inside just a little from all the warm food, hugs, and company — almost puked from having too much of a good thing. Today I was bored as hell at work and that existential dread crept up on me… you know…
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You ever wake up, pour a bowl of cereal, and suddenly start questioning your entire life?Like one minute you’re shaking that Cheeri-O box, and the next you’re staring at your reflection in the spoon like: “Damn… when did I get old?Why the F(*&^ did I buy $500 worth of stuff on Amazon?” But then—out of…
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Everyone wants a piece of me,but I just want to chill —leave me be, let me breathe,let my spirit bend to its own will. Give me a taco,hell, make it two or three —sometimes the world’s too damn loudand I just wanna be me. So come take a branchoff this stubborn old tree —roots deep…
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