Mind candy

Cada día estoy más vulnerable.
Todo me afecta de una manera que antes no lo hacía.
¿Estoy bloqueando mi mente a propósito?
¿Por qué no dejo de pensar en esas cosas que tanto daño me hacen?
Sólo sé que esto va a terminar pronto y voy a ser la persona que siempre soy,
o al menos la que intento ser.
Mientras tanto, voy a tratar de respirar profundo y soñar despierta...
porque eso es todo lo que hago últimamente.

Hope for better days

Sometimes I wonder why,
I'm so full of these endless rhymes
About the way I feel inside
I wish I could just get it right.

If I was a simple girl
And I could make you understand
There'd be no reason to think twice
You'd be my sun; you'd be my light
If I was a simple girl...

I can hear you crying for that halo

I'm quick learning lessons form the devil
but can't decide whether I arrived or was contrived.
I view so many faces form a tower up above
neglected inner wants and hungers for what I love.
Cluttered bunched black eyed and voiceless,
I fill up the sugar cup to stay up at night in my black upabove.

Where my face is a moon full of craters
with crummy eyes and cyst-thighs.
A perfect beacon for the fictionettes
who spread their legs wide open on the plasma
embodiments of everything I hide about my self today.

Hips rashed, elastic, crowded
barely wrenched into my upmost ambition for attraction.
So I nurse fellow wilted and the withered
shallow love, smut love
our love in my black upabove.

My face is a room full of mirrors
with crummy eyes and blistered thighs a bent brain full of lies.
A beacon for the fiction body voodoo
embodiments in morbid tense
misplace your grace to chase your copaface.