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Child abuseby mactownladymy name is bethyi am threemy eyes are swolleni can not see.my little feet hurt really badits because of the burns of daddys cigar ashi'm a bad little girl, daddy always says.thats why my butt stays so red.i press my self against the wallto try and make it down the hall.shhh be quiet don't wake daddy!oh no! i spilt my sippy cup! he's not gonna behappy.i think the belt....

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Fear builds walls of what houses are made ofSome will open the doors to let someone inSome will close them to keep others awaySome houses don’t have doors

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Was it the game,or this melancholic hesitation?Liquid touch on the skin,and the inevitable frustration.My name is now lost.They nurtured my pain,so I escaped from the ordealI wasn’t ready to payYes, I must have corruptedthat innocent expectation…Conned into growing faster,a maze of misinterpretation.Disrupted screen philosophersgiving life to one’s darknesswith a pack of lies labyrinth,only to

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VISIT: Gotpoetry.com

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I hate.Frustration in a prayer...I wish my fists were enough,I want to challenge life...(not mine but nature’s)Have a sense of where things are fair,but destiny is tough when hands scratch for cents and dimes (An illogical god has been sold) I pray only to self-deceive my impotence.I can’t understand sickness in the mindand the roll of jungle law on my land.True creed remains as an

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For you I could try to tame the words,and let a poem grow.Take a piece of my mind and let you go,but you will always be in my heart.Pretty blue eyes.There is a place for us,---------- It is where our dream grows,----- Nobody can take that hope---- As long as we can feel love

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No ha sido mucho tiempo, años, que no me ganaban los celos creí que los había dejado enterrados ahí donde mueren los deseos quién pudiera saber amar tranquilo manos calladas y en paz sin tener que estar envuelto de sigilo sin poder dormir, o al menos, descansar Gritando en silencio esas preguntas que ni el eco quiere saber de ellas, tal vez tu si las escuchas o quizá se pierden

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It has not been too long, years since I was overwhelmed with jealousy I thought I had it buried where all desires go to die. Who is able to love quietly, silent hands and peacefully, without been wrapped in stealth helpless to sleep, or at least, rest? I Silently yell those questions that not even the echo wants to hear; maybe you want to listen to or maybe they get lost among

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Tibio remanso donde se dibuja un arroyodonde arrullado descanso.. Un poema que describe un paisajecomo tema de mi alegría y romanceInspiración de pasajes y versosdonde la ilusión ilustra un beso para ti Eres una sonrisa que me vuelve ladrón,quisiera poner por aval al corazónpara que me defienda cuando ladrónte robe un beso.... ¿Me atrevería?Que más miedo me da ofenderteque el quedarme sin besarte

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No se cómo actuarel vergel que aún no naceesta muriendose y muestra su soledady se cae el cielo, llorando estápero no florecerá, las semillasque sembraste no darán frutoporque el deseo en brutoy sin pulir de maldita ignoranciame hace callar la concienciay la perdida latente, encarnecidala presencia atrae de incoherenciamaldita, maldicha; y de la ironíacon que el tiempo juega y se divierteacaricia

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Sentimiento alunarado y burdocuando el pensamiento acariciatu presencia en lo absurdoy mis manos en la incoherenciaacarician el plano obscurode la imaginación sedienta...Mirando tu inocenciacon el rostro excitadopersiguiendo la cadenciadel amor intrincadoalcanzando la experienciade estallar cuerpos juntadosextasis de estrellas.Y va la luna en decadenciavaciando las manosy los besos enamoradossin

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AND SO WE WAIT.....

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I was drunk, I was young I wanted to have fun I was only fifteen years old He was forty four He promised to show me the way “There will be girls” so he said Got me drunk, took me all the way I cried and cried “I am not gay” My mind went away then, While he used me in that den I like girls, I am a man, I yelled I was not heard What a lesson I had to learn Never get

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The man walks down the streetEverybody says hello to him,He smiles and waves backAs he gets into his new vanThat man is very niceHis manners are so politeEverybody thinks he is a good manSo cool, he always has a planWhen the evening arrivesHe gets home saying hello to his wifeHe looks peaceful, he looks calmListening to the music of ChopinThere is such silence in the houseWhere is the girl

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It’s a double dare, distance and your eyes It’s a double sight, what happened and what will be It’s a double dream, remembering you and hope It’s the pleasure of the sea caught in your eyes Standing there and watching you walk Palm trees bowing as you went by The shinning of your smile and the hasting of my lips The breeze caressing your face, the sand under your feet And under

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I can write you poems and imagine you are with me And I’m ready to pay the fee so I can find the proem To describe the notion of how deep I really feel For years has been sealed, now? Resurrection I can tame my anxiety, and take the wind as my accomplice That is all my avarice, and I will tune my heart in such variety That I will find the way to love you even though I know Distance

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If only I knew The difference You said “I like you” I said “I love you” Both meant the same thing You said “Let us not take it serious” I thought “I’m serious about this” Both meant the same thing I wanted to be romantic You wanted to have fun Both were the same thing But I did not know the difference

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Sabes lo que es en la penumbra el pensamiento en que ya ni chingasque al alcance de la perdida escencia con que me reinabasal ingrato silencio de la duda que busca dónde estásY una respuesta inexistente producto del pendejismo que soyy al mucho espejismo que en la neblina está donde me rescataste...Reinado en el puto corazón que te extraña, ligado a mi deudaprendido a mi promesa y a una pesadilla

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Intensidad del tiempo, intimidad pragmáticaDulzura acumulada de momentos que amoCanción y poesía, descrita sin espaciotiempo de siempre sin rima y concienciaAmo momentos que recojo en el silencioRecuerdos que dejas, cortejo de un lienzodibujado con espejismos y sentiresque hacen del pensamiento martires.Amo momentos de un impaciente narcisorecuerdos creados con lo que aún no sidoLa apuesta que se

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Desolado el sentimientoen pugna acusado de resentimientotraiciona el amor al pensamientoy dejado por abandonado el corazónque abandonado no estuvo y su razónes que la correspondencia a la pasiónsolo viajo sin compañía.y fue tan solo la porfíaque llevo desolación al sentimiento.Apagado en la soleded resientoque a mi mente no sientoque cuerda este con el sentimientoque si de mudanza se tratay por

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If I fall at your feetlike a surrendered helotbegging for a glance of your eyestrembling with fear, almost in panic—if because I am ecstatic when I'm near youyou believe that my heartwill break in my chest,and I will be, forever,a slave of my passion—You are so wrong, fresh and fragrant flower,I will break your pride like the minerdoes the rock.And if you dare me to fight, I will fight.I am the

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If I roll before your feetLike a surrender helotAnd I beg for a look of your eyesTrembling with fear, almost in panicIf because I stand, static of emotionDo you think that my heartWill break in my chest,And that I will be, forever,slave of my passion?You are so wrong, fresh and fragrant flowerI will break your pride like the minerdoes the rockAnd if you dare me to fight, I will fightYour are

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RETO (Julio Flores)Si porque a tus plantas ruedocomo un ilota rendido,y una mirada te pidocon temor, casi con miedo;si porque ante ti me quedoextático de emoción,piensas que mi corazónse va en mi pecho a rompery que por siempre he de seresclavo de mi pasión;¡te equivocas, te equivocas!,fresco y fragante capullo,yo quebrantaré tu orgullocomo el minero las rocas.Si a la lucha me provocas,dispuesto

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WELCOME FRIENDS TO MY POETRY BLOGBIENVENIDOS AMIGOS A MI BLOG DE POESIAFor anyone who likes poetry, you can post, comment or just read about poetryPara todo aquel que desee publicar, comentar o simplemente leer poesíaTere is only one rule; Respect.Solo hay una regla; Respeto.

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