The rise of primordial chaos

Me, myself and I. I tried to fly and then I discovered I was stuck into a cage! I am going back to the hell I came from. I write poetry that I know nobody is going to read.

[thespilledquotes]

“We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.”

— Unknown

[overwelmd]

dolores nemi caldentey

[ceekbee]

[marquisdevalmont]

[sexykeeper]

Always a reblog 😎

[mdumi]

Erika Isac - Macarena

[henriquejorgegentleman]

[goodreadss]

“You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.”

— Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

[mdumi]

I wish I could move

Like I am alive again

I don't want to be a corpse just yet

I don't feel like myself

I am this cheap version

Pretending to be something I am not

And that takes the energy out of me

Leaves me empty inside

I am a bad friend, a bad daughter

A bad girlfriend and a bad sister

I am never here and I am selfish

I change with the seasons

Today I feel like rain

A storm is coming

And I don't know who will die tonight

Cause I've been dead for a long time

And I don't want to be

Looking for someone to save me

And not taking myself into consideration

This is a shout out for help

A word so heavy and hard for me

[seleccionpoetica]

Mario Benedetti, La tregua. Domingo 17 de marzo.

[mdumi]

Amo los domingos

[mdumi]

-When the world feels cold just put 3 blankets on you and go back to sleep. I shall try again tomorrow! -

[mdumi]

The smoothest skin, which curves reveal

The wettest lips, a tongue will feel

Those eyes that see, through scars and masks

And hands that touch, to feel and heal

A breath and voice which will awake

A craving monster, which you will shape

From human form and imperfection

To screams of Gods and pure perfection

[mdumi]

'' I get so alone at times that it just makes sense. ''

#alone #lonely #stuckinmyhead #poetry #CB

[mdumi]

"Your past can't be altered and your future doesn't deserve the punishment."

[mdumi]

I have dirty feet

And dirty skin

And dirty hands

And no warm water to clean

My heart is filled with mud

Hard mud and garbage

And it hurts

I have no holy water to clean

All the pain and everything that happend to me

This is not a poem with a happy ending

It is about dirt... It is about hate

I have a dirty mind...

I have been tainted

With your fumes

The fumes of an old world that is on fire

And I walk on hot coals

I am trying to find myself

I am trying to clean and escape all the intrusive thoughts I have

But I have dirty hands

My nails are filled with your skin

Because I screamed and scratched you

And you didn't stop

You put the mud there

Right in my heart

Like I was a sculpture

And you thought you could mold me

Into something better

But I am still as dirty as I was

When I was born

My feet have blood on them

Because I walked on your shattered glass

You put it there intentionally

You wanted to hurt me

But the funny thing is when you feel pain

For a long time

it no longer hurts with the same intensity

You get used to it

I got used to that

I am used to feel the dirt on my hands

And the dried blood on my feet

And your skin under my nails

And the mud in my heart...

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[thingsiwant-nl]

[mdumi]

It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳