Roger1405

That photo once forgotten now remembered. That pose, of my and your body, made my mind wander into the infinity of possible endings that would not happen neither in this life nor in the next. That photo has been juxtaposed with a feeling of despair and complete sadness of something, that I wish that should had happened. Perhaps this, that aches deep in the bottom of my core, is a true feeling... I sincerely wish it were a false hope... that one day would happen. And I've been there, deep in my core, watching this hope. This utterly destroys me from the inside out. Nevertheless I remain here. Doomed to walk this earth with everything but witho

I know an Angel an Angel that is very sweet even though she's an Angel she gets sometimes sick. Sometimes she gets sad. You won't believe it but she as mortal as you and me. She's the guardian of her siblings. Such effort such sacrifice the gift of immortality should be her price. I want to see this Angel I want to see her face. I really need a ticket to Texas, USA.

The wind and the live have taken someone from me. Someone I once liked. Someone I still love. Not that I'm selfish. I didn't want her to leave. Something weird that is; but my body craves for her at night. Now I decided to let her leave. She is now away from my grasp. Only one thing to do I have. That is: Committing suicide...

I saw today what i don't have. The love it is. The love of someone really close to my heart. No wonder I'm sad No wonder i feel alone. Knowing she does not love me, at least not yet, is something to really be depressed of. Now i know what it is sister. Now i know what is wrong with me. She doesn't love me. That's the whole point of all this fucking shit

Mi hiel en tu miel mi miel en tu yogur de naranja mi dulzura en tu delicioso sabor y viceversa. Una pizca de mano en muslo. Una cucharada de boca a boca, RCP. Media hora en el horno de la pasión pre calentado a lujuria grados Al final obtendrá el mayor plato de el amor. Sírvase para dos bajo la luna apagada

Como yo, no hay nadie con odio, dicho. Al mundo le importará más la vida de que se yo que bicho. Yo los odié a todos primero como ustedes a mi. Pero hay que ser sincero no hay nadie que me odie mas que yo mismo. El mundo me rechazó al momento de nacer. Para que negar no tenían nada mejor que hacer. Ahora que muera y que mis poemas se lean verán que los descubrí y que su mundo era una broma para mi.

Death, something swift i hope it is so Swift no like a car but as the panting of a hidden entity It lurks in the dark waiting for its pray like a crocodile waiting for anything to lunch. It takes your hand guiding you to suffering. all resistance vain no reason no understanding I worship and hate thou silent death you sentence and save me of the hideous life

Yo no soy nadie para decirte que te he amado es como admitir que contra el cielo he pecado Mi amor por ti algo innatural para muchos bello para otros inmoral Aquel dia en ese balcón mi mano en tu baja espalda para que negarlo, no había razón como cuando a un hermano se blande una espada. Tus ojos bellos entrelazados con los mios tu boca y mi boca como un sello que ni en el fin del mundo lo hubiera abierto ese corderito Si en esa noche hubieras sido mia culminando nuestro deseo carnal cumpliendo aquella fantasía nada religioso todo pagano y banal. Tus pechos contra mi, mi boca todo lo examina me exc

Cual flor dijera que no eres bella tendría toda la razón yo fui el único bruto que te dijo que lo eras Me mala vista y corazón me confundieron con amor intenso Me hizo caer a tu pies como un increible menso Al dejarme solo con una tristeza, me abandonaste Mi corazón te rechazó antes de adquirir su rigida firmeza