Lackluster

Day 28

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The ache of an undesired solitude eats away at the realization that nothing is what is hoped. Attempts are made to change a reality that was forged in pain and misery, feelings that have left a constant dark memory. A heart created in the hands of a masochist, who can’t be more passionate and now nothing happens by accident. Living a predetermined existence, forgetting what is relevant, destruction is imminent when you have a soul of a skeleton.

-M.A. Fernández

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Hopeless

Day 27

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My inability to hate you;

just makes me wants to hate you a little bit more.

To have the ability to snap my fingers,

and poof, get the courage to kick you out the door.

To never see that stupid grin,

or to base my emotions on your whims.

But here I am time and time again,

fighting to be your friend.

-M.A.Fernández

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Hold On for Life

Day 26

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He sees me I see him, we base it all on a whim.

Lines are crossed and our borders become thin.

Everything comes with the rush of the wind.

-M.A. Fernández
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For the Moment

Day 25

10 Places you’d like to visit

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I walk through Paris and transport myself to Spain,

then go to Cologne, Germany regardless of the rain.

I swim in the clear waters of Bora Bora

and walk the streets of India.

I fly to Italy, Scotland and Fiji,

feeling a bit beachy;

I jump to California.

Then I miss the Flora I imagine in my mind

and next, I’m in Dominica.

I do this all in one day

but the night starts to fade

and I’m awake.

-M.A. Fernández

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We are! Are we?

Day 24

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Are we? The question asked time and time again. Never is there an answer for the inquiry of an expectant heart that lingers to the vision of tomorrow and the puzzles of today. Ticking clocks and moving hands leaving anxious the mind and restless steps, that are waiting for what’s next. To answer a question that could be so simple, but has turned so difficult. It’s almost criminal; to be so critical.

-M.A. Fernández

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Undetermined

Day 23

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 The direction is as unclear as the path walked.

Nothing is unlocked, everything is blocked.

If it were easy to decide what to do,

I wouldn’t be here too.

-M.A. Fernández

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It’s All a Game

Day 22

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Revival and resurrection of a postmortem entity that was taken a little too soon. Betrayed by those he loved and swore to protect. No mercy for those with a kind and open heart, those who are willing to fight for the greater good, just as it should and could be. But it was not possible to see what was to come, never allowed to achieve what he was to become. Betrayed by those he most trusted, all because they never adjusted. That was the hope, to see him come again, now the only option is to wait until then.

-M.A. Fernández

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Contrition

Day 21

 

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What it means to love someone and have them slip through your fingers. To wonder where you went wrong and if there was any remedy. Regretting every bad decision, that led to the present situation. Unspoken words, unreasonable fights. Empty days, followed by empty nights. Misgiven chances, no strong support. Fast paced actions with no clear follow through. Unclear divulgation of emotions, sharing; unsharable torments. Thinking too much and forgetting to live the moment. Giving all and receiving so little in return. Conforming with bits and pieces, scraps left at an empty table. And you wonder where you went wrong; if it was all your fault, or if maybe it was just doomed from the start.

-M.A. Fernández

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Mushu Mushu

Day 20

Today I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of a minor character from a fairy tale or myth. Instead of writing from the point of view of Cinderella, write from the point of view of the mouse who got turned into a coachman. Instead of writing from the point of view of Orpheus or Eurydice, write from the point of view of one of the shades in Hades who watched Eurydice leave and then come back. Happy writing!

This girl is such a rebel, this girl is crazy and I’m supposed to help.

But she is protecting her father and I have to say that it’s admirable.

She decides to go into a war and I’m just supposed to help, crazy little girl, crazy little woman.

What if she get’s killed? What of her father then?

No future kin to sustain the family name and it could bring so much shame.

The things humans do for love, even question the Gods.

This girl is such a rebel, but I admire her as well.

-M.A. Fernández

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Life’s Bridle

Day 19

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It’s become such a cliche, writing about love and pain. But an overwhelmed heart leads to a mind with no ideas. A mind with the same thoughts pounding day after day.Thoughts that take away serenity. The enemy has becomes so unclear, the heart is guided by fear. A heavy chest, so alone and it makes no sense how we all feel the same, but nothing ever changes. We talk about heartbreaks, betrayal, regret, again and again, we fall into the same situations caused by us or by others. We live in a cycle that nobody wants, but nobody tries to set apart. So we stay in our misery, waiting for some divine intervention that never seems to come. And are scars get bigger, while we keep pulling triggers.

-M.A. Fernández

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