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AGE:
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LOC: Netherlands
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 21
LOC: Netherlands
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 21
I live on an Island under the Dutch Kingdom. Aruba, where the beaches are white as ivory and the weather smiles upon you most of the year.
Originally I am Venezuelan, yet my parents moved to this small island when I was 5.
Today, a 22 year old aspiring poet/writer/artist realizes that soon she will take off and leave this jewel island behind, but before she leaves she has decided to will leave a part of her in the culture of this place.
My beginnings must undoubtedly be entombed among the palm trees and rosy white beaches, along the corals of this island’s mystique.
So was born my desire to write in the native tongue which for years was part of my every exchange of words.
I will submit their translations for those who have…
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It's back. Back to the dark cave, when my eyes wont close and short clips keep being re-winded in my head. I've dug a hole. Hole in my mattress, the shape of my bottom is an endless pool, so my back hurts, and the pain keeps jerking me into another equally uncomfortable position. I'm tired; but in this straight-jacket of sleeplessness I think of only one thing. Let my fingers do their thing, and tap letter by letter the thoughts flowing our of my head. The room is filled with music; screechin...
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Rain, Bow & Net It bled out, gray smutted clouds. It rumbled the skies, shaking the very pith. Droplets fell, a long hard fall, it was joyous, a moment you'll recall. Piercing the surface, the war cry of sin, my hand held out, to the next of kin. Shooting forth, iron plated tips to marrow, Impaled slightly, traces of light seeping narrow. The scope grows, the hope vanishes, a heart sinks into forgetfulness. Embrace the forward pulling, racing into the depth, of empty stillness. Pulsating the ...
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Slash the open heart... Slash . . .Slash! The open heart. Fill darkened, Spaces . . . Smart, Loosen cords, Of emptiness. Raise flags, Of restlessness, Smiles that fade, Into the deep, Attract grim imagery. Wail into, The shallow sleep, Slumber; restless tragedy. Once the hand, That life clung onto. Once the loss, The grip was lost. Once the back, Turned on the lamb. Once the slaughter, Yet released. . . .Slash, and Slash, Yet, once again . . . . . .Slash; the echo of the pain. © Auterkeia Nih...
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I said... I said I'd never write a poem, Words to laud your amazing smile. I thought I'd never find something, To reminisce about you all the while. But if before I met you, Could be described as a season, It would have been the thick, And gloomy winter for just one reason. I said I'd never write, about you and me, I felt I'd never expose our privacy. But today I look at your lovely face, And its imminent I'll write of you all over the place. ... on the table, That bed we lie in.... On my ski...
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Diez Grabado celeste, Celestial recording, de un esperar. of a waiting. Fe que alimenta, Faith that feeds, este dulce soñar. this sweet dreaming. La gente explica, People explain, para profundizar, to deepen, en mares infinitos, into infinite oceans, para expresar. to express. La comprensión, The understanding, convertida obsesión, turned obsession, no alimenta la paciencia. doesn't feed patience. El llamado conocimiento, The so-called knowledge, suple aun de nacimiento, functions yet as birt...
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Okay first I will elaborate on why I considered the character somewhat not believable. He wants to be human, or at least act like one (Wink) even so he kept his clothes dry and it didn't seem to bother him at all that he couldn't get them went (assuming this is part of his powers). He's described as hating his powers with some passion, but in his room he has artifacts he's created on a whim. These are very contradicting. So all the explanation on his motives towards his powers was pretty much...
first off: confused not confussed. suppous=supposed. compotion is not a word. The poem needs some work before it is understandable. down the end it;s very hard to read it and you loose interest, like who cares about miss battered and bruised.
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