crees que son compatibles?

somos 4.

el, yo y otros 2 que se odian.

chica guardada

esa chica quiere salir
esa chica quiere janguear
por las cunetas de san juan
fumadose media cajetilla
en una barra de pacotilla

tambien se toma unas medallas
a ver si con ellas es mas brava
o una corona con limonada
a ver si es reina de esa jornada

al club sus huesos se va a mover
y una rolita se va a meter
desencajando todos los mundos
exhalando todos los nudos

y libre...
se siente libre
pero de que sirve...
cuando no hay nada a que retornar...
ella sigue ahi
y yo no la alimento
pero ella me llama
me trae su brisa
esa chica..
guradada esta.

estoy creciendo

hole

my skin peels away like white glue
a thin layer
falling
leaving less of a me each time
look at me!
i am a woman
the fear is real
i want to be touched before the i cracks
the days, weeks go by
and i'm here alone
in a box you keep me
where no one can see
the last of my beauty
my flowing hair
and darkest eyes
you can see the sadness
in the shape of my mouth
i want someone
that can see me and think
"you are truly a beauty"
anybody!
feel fingers go down my arm
soft kisses down my spine
someone who explores
every nook and crack
before wanting just to be inside
in a hole

compassion

it's so easy to write when i'm low
when i feel i took another blow
give me a fucking happiness muse
i think this i could surely use

but here i am

each day more cynical
...and more naive

wanting the happy ending
but frozen still and bending
why don't i move myself
what passions are on a shelf

but here i am

each day older
...and knowing less

my eyes are glazed

i hang on compassion

OM MANI PADME HUNG
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OM MANI PADME HUNG

don't hurry past

i enter the doorway
knowing the room i'm in
facing the gloom i'm in-
(i'm in) need of some love
of yours
(but you)
give me no hope
(sometimes)
we have this little game
(you see)
and it's just
gettting so lame
(i have)
more than a glass
(of that)
white wine i stole from you
and it pains me
that you don't feel it
like i do
it's just a game for you
until it's over
then you can't turn back
and wonder
where did we go bad
i can tell you now
i can't give up
but my aching heart
says we'll never last
don't hurry past
what we can be
so much to be
if only you could see
past...
my aching heart
i n t o m y l o vi n g s o u l