La Pura Neta

words are breadcrumbs to a life and mind i try to comprehend, moments that i can't quite understand, the insides i try to translate. These are my rough drafts.

Treating me like a princess- I've never been treated like that before. I don't know what a princess would demand Does she have any demands at all? I ask for you to do things and you get them done but today was very different, you have had enough. why of all the days did i decide to ask you to do this to make you believe it had to be done. when it came to the close, X  was pressed twice, the screen blanked out then you started to explode all i hear you repeat is 'quiet' 'be quiet' 'just shut up' lucky am i for not being another person for this is truly not an explosion, i am told lucky am i for having your love or i'd have been thrown to the curb Nothing seemed different from other past  requests I was confused, dumbfounded, unsure of myself why of all the days did you pick today why could you not tell me this those times that I asked your only demand is for my silence- well deserved you lived in silence, you breathed in silen...

filled with air floating within never feeling despair everything tumbles- some get picked up and some get up. i used to gaze at my shoes, now i dream of the sky you are the shooting star that ignited my life. the lonesome piano keys the distorted strumming, hollow beating the sun lighting where is our thrill? words twisted and re-formed to suspicion fearful of thoughts fed by thy own frustration seeping through hatred swallowing the burst the crier suppressing the dreams. empty streams, dry and disapeer our breath becomes the waves hands touching air feeling thoughts unspoken dry, moist repeat.

my monkey, my child i've heard you beside my gut and my tripe beneath my heart, engulfed by my soul did you take something given to you? unwilling, unknown may i have a piece back? may i wish for it? would it cause emptiness? i'm empty my dreams are empty space a void so fulfilling i wish not to return does this cause alarm? my darling, my love as you grow you leave me may i go? may i leave?

pitter, patter pitter, patter help me discover what are your stars what are your thoughts what is that sound your heart, your lung do you see the movement the ticking of time every time i try to feel free are your actions based on mine?

spilled splashed me On my fingers, on its tips can it disguise me? can it engulf the identity that I no longer be? it feels safe and warm but i see vast fields, i wish not to go i want to turn, retrace my steps but where did the road go? did it ever lead anywhere? did it mean a pit-stop, a chill? i miss its vibration against the inside of my skin the spell it cast of never-ending unknown my learning, not yours

Because they are a bunch of people with greed,   the forever fight for more   and not enjoying the fortune already at hand.   The lujos sounding them.   The true friends.   The vicious cycle the devil enjoys   from his undergone LAIR.