Source Tapón de sentimientos que me impide ser poema. Silencio congelador no deja de quemar corroe mis adentros y me llena de aire donde no hay nada habita todo soy segundos caducados me viven los recuerdos

Source Hello, fellow steemians! I recently thought about this, and I really wanted to share with you my point of view on this matter (I mean, not that my point of view is transcendent but I still want

Source Hello, fellow steemians! As you may remember from my introduction (or maybe you don't) I'm an English (as a Foreign Language) teacher, I graduated recently, and I had a position to teach at the

Source A smile. Fingers around my waist, and a peck on my neck. It begins. I sigh, and I stop in my tracks, I leave it all behind for this presence in my room that demands my attention fully, and that

Source Drenada y seca atravieso el desierto del alma vasta inmensidad de arena se extiende alrededor como un mar incómodo poroso doloroso los ojos se rehúsan a limpiarse desde adentro convencidos de su

Source It seems to me like every once in a while, I shatter. Every year, something in particular happens and my whole being crashes and breaks appart, piece by piece. Most of the time these pieces will

Source Siento en mi un calor insoportable sulfúrico proveniente del inframundo que resurge cada vez que estás. Bailo sola al compás de las teclas tocadas por mis dedos intranquilos que al enfrentar tu

Source Woman there is no need for you to tailor yourself to the expectations of others. The sea does not stop its waves to appease those who cannot swim. Softening Diluting Watering yourself down won’t

Source Hello again, Steemit. Long time no see. Like the title suggests, yes, I ran away. I ran away from here. Why? Because I felt scared and overwhelmed, anxious, not worthy of writing stuff. I felt like

Fuente La voz interna no habla, ella grita: No llegas a nada, ni con la suma de todas tus partes. Qué infortuna llegar, y encontrar copas rotas y suciedad. Cuando todo fue consumido. Cuando eres crepúsculo

Hello, Steemit friends. This is me again. Today I'm bringing you a little story about my cat, Artemisa. Artemisa came into my life a sunny august afternoon, unexpected. Just like most things in my life.

Hola a todos, y bienvenidos a este post mío. Mi primera publicación de Steemit. Ahora, supongo que debemos comenzar por ser educados. Déjame presentarme. Mi nombre es Zenaida, pero todos me llaman Zena.

Source Packing bags, leaving books behind, leaving dreams, friends, places, things. And... us? I never thought I'd live something like this in my life, I have left and people have left me, but it was always

Source I've never traveled abroad. In fact I haven't even been on a plane in my life. When I was younger I used to dream with leaving Venezuela and go to another country to live, experience a new culture,

Hello everyone, and welcome to this post of mine. My very first Steemit post. Now, guess we should start by being polite. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zenaida, but everyone calls me Zena. I'm 24

In my new Steemit adventure, I was recently in a chat talking to some nice people about Venezuela's economy. Most of them were surprised about what I was saying, and even disturbed or sad. As I was explaining

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