Poetry

the fall

The way we fell, And, oh, how fun It was to fall. I could have Fallen forever. Yet, no matter How high The descent begins, The ground, Hard and unwelcoming, Must continue to Come closer and closer.   As soon As you closed that Taxi door, I hit the ground; And I've been Trying to… Continue reading the fall

Personal, Poetry

caótica

as of lately casi siempre me siento un poco más lento i’ve made decisions que no puedo cambiar no puedo olvidar decisions without revisions I didn't think de que sucedería mientras yo hacía esas cosas I just acted yo seguí mis emociones sin pensar de los resultados and now espero que yo podía hablar decir… Continue reading caótica

Poetry

Young

There was a young girl, And that's what she was: Young. Only that idea didn't feel right, Like a pair of pants, Too loose over here, Too tight over there, No, she wouldn't say she was Young, But she was. Her outlook of future, Always oscillated, Hopeful this day, Pessimistic the next, Except the hope… Continue reading Young