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colorsofmars · 3 months

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I hide inside a zaphire building while

my city is fighting against toxic smoke,

while my mind is in a crisis,

while my summer feels like a rainy day,

while my prescription is unfinished.

But what is madness if it comes

from the root of an exhausted heart.

Every now and then I think about you

and how you doing

especially in rush hour,

I wonder if you whispered my name into oblivion.

This loneliness feels really different,

I begin to practice meditations

and breathing

yes,

even with all the smoke

I feel I can carry on.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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In this endless possibilites

of living in all directions.

I have to give up to

the different parts of me

that still loves me.

I’m in a jail thinking about

reincarnation,

a new life that is full of linen smells,

a new life without hell

a new life without the taste

of your own blood.

The parts that belong to me

are still incomplete

and the hard work

of living in one direction

feels almost like dying.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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I scatter my faith into God’s breathing

while a tree dies from exhaustion in the back yard.

The sense of me is a juxtaposition of the modern life,

where everything is supposed to be a fast gratification.

I might disappear slowly into nothingness.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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Inhala lentamente hasta que puedas apagar tu mente.

El sol está en capricornio y tu corazón no debería morir tan violentamente.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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Love makes sense for everyone

around me but me.

Maybe for me it comes with a price,

maybe for me it wasn’t a gift.

We are two opposite ideas

that should not be forced.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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My father died a month a go.

This was the view from his room.

Last time that I saw him,

he could barely breathe.

He didn’t spoke a word.

Not since the last surgery,

not since the depression.

The windows like dozens of eyes

were witnessing and old man dying

and his son whispering

goodbye.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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I sew my scar

from the blank space

up to my fingers.

I have no name

a mysterious shell

with an ocean inside.

that cleans me

that drowns me

that rages when

everything trembles

like your lovely desire

of building something

different

something different

yes, that could be my name

until I learn

how to love.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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Old men never say how they feel

and they sank because of it.

The universe of missed potential

is turning into melancholy.

All that talent

and brilliance

and dances

and softness

and promises

and madness

and poetry

going to waste.

Aches of sunflowers

everywhere.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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I’m wrapped in this plummeting scenario,

and clear memories can’t sustain me anymore.

Strings are splashed into me,

strings that I no longer could grab

with my bare hands.

I’m wrapped in invisible strings

that failed to hold my loved ones.

The world doesn’t care when I bite my lower lip

or when I am kind of OK.

It feels a lot like that lately.

All that fear soaked into my lungs

makes me whisper that I can still live.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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As I stand in behind it,

I mirrored the darkness.

We turned around and

sited quietly.

The moment felt like an eternity.

We crawl into time,

until our conscious disappear.

All the parts, atoms, trapped

into the unknown.

My house burned because of shame.

Ourselves disappears, while stars are dead.

Not recognizing the love

that we could have

and the heavenly energy

we could be.

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colorsofmars · 4 months

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My hands are blue,

My veins bleeds blue

And blue orquids dying

Until the jar is empty.

I’m scared but I think

I love this.

I’m fucked up.

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colorsofmars · 6 months

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There is numb place inside. Everyday I run around it, biting my lips and picking the leftovers untill I'm kind of full. Untill I'm kind of satisfied.

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colorsofmars · 1 year

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I left my old pair of black shoes in the corner

And walked barefoot over fake wood

Like it was crystal clear sand

Like I was encrusted above earth.

Each new thought burning

In the back of my skull

Like a wild child

Like the memories of an old flame.

I started to dance under the ghost

Of the heaven I never met,

Childless,

In a lonely hour

With dust under my feet sparkling

With the hope for nothing

And the crave for everything.

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colorsofmars · 1 year

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Living in the tropics is dangerous

When I walk out of bed everyday

With a heavy set on my mind

I wish I could reborn and experience

A different kind of life.

Living in the tropics is dangerous

Like when every stranger asked

How I feel.

I am just a fly living inside Venus

I am many things unnamed.

-I said

When I carry the summer nights

In this hot weather

my hands are not praying anymore.

Please,

open your primitive mouth

and set me free once in a while.

The tropics are dangerous

And this rotten fruits are not enough

To keep me alive.

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colorsofmars · 1 year

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Dear Picasso

Dear picasso, my blue period has last longer than it should. My entire room is like a sea full of all shades of blue. My hands are blue my eyes are blue my veins bleeds blue and blue orquids dying until the jar is empty. Sometimes I'm scared but I think I love this

I'm fucked up.

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colorsofmars · 1 year

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Between those huge buildings and fast crowds.

No one saw me.

But I saw everyone.

Every eyesight and

First glimpses.

It was exciting to be the

new broken Midas.

The entire house party

screamed.

Echoing every lonesome story.

Drugged into a fever dream.

I was the only clear head

There.

No one cared.

This kind of life is

Rusty as my typing.

In that room I danced

my last trail of innocence.

That last day of winter.

I was proving that

I wanted to become

Someone else.

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colorsofmars · 2 years

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I broom the dust out of my bedroom every night under my rug.

No matter how or when

It keeps coming back.

But not like a nice summer breeze

More like an underwhelming feeling

I feel the cold under my feet

Words are pouring out of my mouth like vinegar.

The earth is not enough to swallow

my unfinished dreams.

Like a black day on Christmas

It feels impossible to grab the feathers

of hope.

My hands are turning into claws

And my midnights are screaming

This circle is my universe.

It is ironic how beauty can be summed up in trash.

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