Los ojos giran penetrando el pecado y la luz orbitando sobre bosques y mares evitan los muros silencioso las consignas vacías y el rumor que cae helado en mi garganta. Mis ojos tienen piernas y andan de

Some People's Never Leave you Some people don't leave when they die. They leave their shoes by the door. Their laugh inside old walls. Their fingerprints on cups nobody wants to wash. One day you realize...

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Every turn, problems came back. Ever since I came back, I wish I never came back. I left the heavens behind my back. Now I regret every moment since I'm back. Weaker since I'm back. Tired since I'm back.

Be the master of your own destiny.

The Spell Gone Wrong He was an avid reader, with a special interest in magic Curiosity got the better of him. He longed to test his knowledge. She seemed the ideal subject, an intriguing mind, yet vulnerable

Be the master of your own destiny.

En estos días cuando el verano encendido devuelve al Sol su poder te extraño y te llevo conmigo como un dolor atado a la costilla como una flor arrastrada por el viento hacia el infinito de los mares.

Be the master of your own destiny.

Se aprende en la escuela del garito: cripto va, cripto viene, cripto lava, y el gesto de quien nunca ha leído un delito pero firma con rúbrica de larva. Pregunta el periodista con su escozor de avispa

In summer's hot smelt colours dance dusk's susurrus as adults chatter. The Painting 'The Common’ - A Psychedelic Summer Party This painting by Kathryn Maple won first prize in the John Moores University

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Sonidos que vienen de tiempos atrás escondidos en el humo De un pasado tan distante que enloquece a los más serenos En el que personas desconcertadas adormecen miedos sin tapujos Los colores de un paisaje

A gospel poem based on Matthew 1:21 I converted into AI song.

Greenland's dream Heaven Oaken woven wilderness - distant towns shimmer. The Painting 'Before Vermeer's Clouds' - A Pastel Dream-Scape This painting by Martin Greenland caught my eye because it initially

Didn't what I had said come true? Didn't you end up losing them too? I watched everything fall apart. Tell me, was the city of your heart ever rebuilt? Just one meeting in an entire year— Isn't that the

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Fuente El costo oculto del éxito | Poema. Mi mente empezó a divagar por horas, pasando mis tareas a un segundo plano, mi capacidad de concentrarme desapareció, perdiendo mi percepción de realidad, hasta

🎙️𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠🎙️ Alguna vez has amado a alguien tanto, pero tanto, que se te hincha el pecho hasta casi querer reventar de tantas emociones? O incluso te provoca llorar cuando pasa

I have to sit and comprehend that I am not what I used to be not a killer mistrusted but a killer that roams freely of its own doing choking away what was left consuming the breath Photo by Trnava University