Cicatrices Poems - Poems about Cicatrices

...Te desagrado. Intento borrar las cicatrices en mi cuerpo, lo tallo, soy brusca. Me duele, tal como el primer día. Estoy tratando de agradarte, no me mires así, no mires mi cuerpo, no me talles......

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...My muse doesn’t understand my poems She just likes to hear me speak You give her a flower and a gentle smile And she starts to dance through my eyes You flirt a tiny bit Slowly ......

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...Risas brotantes de charlas errantes, Risueñas de goce sin destino definido, Buscando en la alegría un velo radiante Que oculte heridas que aniquilan y ofenden. Pequeñas caritas iluminadas de so......

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...Sin trepar por las paredes llegaré hasta donde pueda porque no tenemos la misma meta ni he de seguir tu camino. Si te fijas en mi cuerpo tendré los arañazos y las patadas de la experiencia, ci......

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...Si, perdí quien era y Caminé el camino equivocado El alcohol y las drogas, me estaba matando el cerebro Estaba en lo profundo de mi sangre y debilitó mi amor así los demás y amor propio Me odiaba, ......

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...Tu Me Hiciste Feliz, Cuando Nadie Más Lo Hacia ... Eres un recuerdo mixto; Una felicidad que me duele recordar. ... “Maldición, ya no se que hacer. .... tu me hiciste mucho daño ...aunque el amor fue......

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...Timely, a rapid germ enters a rich soil, Grows into a plantlet all green to admire. Enraged thorns obstruct its growing tall. Old it will grow, no matter the prickles. Shade reduces it into an ......

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...Mild was that seed that rooted into a rich soil Rain and sun mixed for seed to become tree Branches grew green and fruit wasn’t to spoil Environment for ages was there just to see Mature fruit......

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...Ruckuses uproars and turmoil But that was not all That our ears perceived Bloodshed carnage and bloodbath Of our own bloods That was what our eyes lived with. Our bodies were tripped over, tied......

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...The cloudless sky scarred with contrails Like cicatrices on a slaves Backside from numerous lashings. Back and forth, this way and that way Flying bombs travel overhead Leaving in their wake,......

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