De Vultures

Death is here again. She returned to remind you that life goes on. People will keep dying, when you are oblivious, when you are aware.
It will never feel the same.
The vultures also came to eat the carcass away. They fought, as they do, for every bite. Don't bother closing your eyes. You know what is happening.
Don't pretend.
They can't smell you anymore, why run away? You know they are everywhere. There is still time left to morph into someone else.
No one has to know.
If they turn towards you, eat your own skin. Lather up with blood and turn the bones into ashes. Let them scuffle for the dust of what they could never be.
Don't you dare let them win.

De Over

over...as in on top of
over...as in come and see me
over..as in for so many years
over...as in no longer care
over...as in can't stop touching
over...as in our time has ended
over...as in let's do it again
over...as in gone forever
over...as in spread across the place
over...as in moving from one side to the next

Tara McPherson- Lost Constellations

Del 27 year old itch

i don't want a funeral
i don't want fame
i don't want a wedding or a white dress
i don't want a baby
i don't want to impress
i don't want a boyfriend/husband
i don't want a sleepover
i don't want girlfriends
i don't want diamonds

i want many dogs
i want to go out
i want to change tastes
i want many lovers
i want to dance all night
i want to be brave
i want to travel
i want tomorrowland
i want to keep experimenting

and yes, i'm a girl.

Champagne Vein

it is your suffering that can make you beautiful
refusing aid you are such a helpless soul
it is not like you would ever make me feel whole
why should i even try? when i already know
you are a wilting flower becoming more vain

i constantly search for your gloomy embrace
and then when i'm done i cant look at your face
how is it that i long to be by your side
and a few minutes later i wish you were gone,
i find nothing in you to take away the pain

i find you obscenely attractive, its true
i also wish you would never come through
to give me an excuse to send you away
why can´t you just give me something to feel
there is something about you from which i can never abstain

De Switch

I wish I could switch your problems with mine
You’re in pain cause she left and she doesn't want you anymore.
You could run off and get her. you could leave everything. you could do so much.
But you're here crying about it, waiting for things to go your way.
Wishing that just because you want something so bad it would become true. I wish I still believed that.

Let me tell you I found him, I had it for a while and it was amazing
It was certain and so true.
It was my everything, and it was my nothing.
And I lost it all
Lost everything that day in may, and it is never coming back

Are you really complaining? Is that really what you are saying?
I stand in front of you and you don't know the meaning of loss.
I remind you of a glimpse of it so you run.
You always run away from me.

You tell yourself you know I am strong.
I wonder how you know that. You never ask.
You think you see me, you can’t see into my heart.
Not anymore.
I wish someone could, or that someone else knew.
But it’s only me out here in the rain.
Everyone has dried off and gone inside while I am soaked and paralyzed.
I am wasted. I have wasted my love.

I am not going anywhere but everyone else leaves.
I constantly get left behind.
Always the last to leave the party.
Profoundly alone and excruciatingly impatient.
Praying for time to take pity on me and pass by fast.

De Los Primeros Pasos

toda la vida me han dado horror los bebés. Llegan a una edad en la que ya son personitas y me empiezan a causar gracia. Yo les caigo perfecto porque me ven chiquita y creen que soy de su edad. Siempre les caigo bien a los chavitos aunque yo no tengo idea de q hacer con ellos, porque no tengo ese gen mamá, desde los 13 le decía a mi jefa que quería donar mi útero a la ciencia.

Lo que si siempre me ha fascinado de los niños chiquitos es cuando empiezan a caminar. esas primeras caminadas que se echan con puro vuelito, que se no saben frenar chido todavía, que mas bien se dan con el vuelito hasta q un mueble, una persona, o un azotón los para.

Que cagado es que así estoy avanzando por mi vida, con el puro vuelito de la supervivencia, tirando todo lo que me estorba al pasar. no me voy a detener hasta que me encuentre una pared. si me doy un "ranazo" en palabras de mi papá, me voy a levantar las veces que sea y a caminar con esa velocidad que va incrementando y dando miedito pero es imposible de frenar. voy derecho y no me quito, porque no me puedo parar. si me detengo quien sabe que pase. si me voy despacio lo que estoy dejando atrás siempre va a estar cerca. puede que si acabe corriendo hacia una pared, porque ni siquiera puedo ver lo que tengo enfrente. solo veo a mis pies moverse, sin saber a donde van.