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The most annoying thing in the world is to have people trying to seduce you and be with you after you repeatedly have said no.  I mean for God's sake, The more I run the more they find me we can be friends and no I don't mean --friends with benefits--, I mean actual friends, and no I don't mean --friends now and maybe date later-- no, I don't care for it, I don't want it, I am not looking for it. So, don't call me 'baby' because we never established a 'baby' relationship if in fact a relationship at all. Shit, you use 'baby' so loosely I begin to think its a meaningless term for you to count your conquests.      But you don't need to conquer me because I am no land, no property, I belong to myself and I am in no desire to be in your list of cross-outs and question marks. Call me arrogant but that's just because you're mad at the fact I am not giving you what you want, which in fact it only proves your disrespect toward...

Mother Can you take me with my sins? Just a little, bit Even if they're too heavy to carry, with To bear with To listen to Please listen to them Just like the moon and the sun Listen to one another Call it an eclipse But I call it a fortunate friendship. Their our perfect example To teach us how to listen To listen with silence The silence that screams, For nurture and understanding. Their our perfect example to Teach us how to walk in Each other’s shadow Step in my shadow Trace my arms with yours and feel my pain, ma It’s like walking on earth with an astronaut’s suit. Heavy as hell I’m in hell, ma. I once heard, it was important If you loved someone, to love their pain too. Because pain is what we are Where we’ve come from And the evidence that we’re human and we feel…deeply At least we’re supposed to Let your tears hug mine So tight Let me tell you what burns my heart so My smiles come back broken now a days, ma It’s unbearable. Bu...

The Girl Met the boy of her dreams on a sunny afternoon while she walked the wide streets of New York City. He was quiet but spoke so passively like he knew every answer in the world, like he could take her out of any dirty ditch she could be in any day, like he was in control. He had Caramel Skin, dark brown eyes, and a smile that lit up with his dimples. The girl wasn't happy with herself, so having someone like him was magical for her. Dear Diary, omg! Today he told me that he wanted me to be his girl, and I was so happy I jumped up and down! He makes me feel so complete. I was dreaming of the day me and him could be together, like living together you know? I can't stand my mom. She's so annoying! She told me to wash the dishes when I didn't even eat dinner! Shoo, she should wash her own dishes. "I wanna tell you something." The boy said one day. The girl nodded with a smile. "You're the best girl I ever met." The girl nodded with a...

I can't that's it My heart has been into broken roads and false promises. I'm tired of believing in them I need a brake a long brake so my wounds can heal  and my walls can build up again so no one can have the pleasure of breaking me again. This time, I'll be ready

Under my bed I hid the word "suicide" like dirt below rocks No one knew No one noticed It was just me and little mr knife visiting me like a prophet with its words. I was the perfect listener to his hypnotizing blade. I was still, with its touch. It was a secret monster with knowledge of my weak spots. I was young...and stupid. Yet old, with too much knowledge. I stepped away from my loved ones, and became blind to open doors. I was stuck there. In this little bubble, which I pop, but It popped me in every vein Mr Knife wanted. I was gone for so long, I was hurt. I felt like God replaced me into an unknown body. Until one day, I told Mr knife I loved myself too much for this to continue. I put him away, but now, my skin ached for it. So I spent my days screaming for its touch, But I loved myself, so I pormised never to fail again. So I hid it under my bed, Knowing it was there, breathing below me as I slept I kept it near just in case I needed ...

Do you feel your heartbeat? Is it singing it's favorites song? Can you feel it without putting your hand in your chest? Or do you only feel it in valentines day? See, the ones that get heart attacks are the lucky ones.. They get to feel the organ that was meant to feel Without putting their hands in their chest But at least they get to remember it's there Beating Trying to let you know That you are allowed to feel That men that don't cry are lying to you They do it when you're not watching And the ones that let you see, they actually have cojones to face you And when it's beating faster it means it's screaming at you But you don't listen Your ears are paying too much attention to the cars passing by To the limousine for prom To your wife complaining again To your husband coming late again To that boy In school that never pays attention to you To that girl passing by making you think " maybe I can get some tonight" what happens...

So I grabbed my little brother and held him tight. I was trying to block him from seeing the fight between his dad and our mom, I was stuck between getting in the middle of the fight to protect my mom, or get my one year old brother out of his crib so he wouldn’t see the violence. Yet, my brother seemed so defenseless and innocent. I didn’t want his innocence to go away,( mine already had) so I held him tighter. My 9 year old self was protecting a baby from what I shouldn’t be seeing either. But it was time to become the women of the house and the mom at the same time. My mom wasn’t able to be a mom, when someone was amputating her finger off, or be a wife to a monster, so subliminally, I was the mother and the extra victim at the same time. As they screamed and cussed, I just thought of the baby in my arms. Unexpectedly, I lost concentration when my mom screamed hysterically “My finger, my finger! My finger! Mamita, it’s in the floor, please, find it. Please! He yanked it off of me, ...