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Barely human

I have developed a six sense,

cause I can’t describe the feeling
and I can’t name it just yet,
I just know it’s there, deep down.
Everything around you feels different;
the air, the space, time itself …my-self.
My whole body reacts to your presence
and I can feel you coming miles away.
It’s like a super power;
something I can not explain
but it manifests when I’m with you,
everytime I touch you,
or breathe close to you,
when I close my lips to your ear
and slowly blow words inside them,
when I bury my face in your hair
and just smell it
and it caress my cheeks.
It’s like a super power,
for the reaction it creates
It’s not natural,
It’s not human,
It just ain’t from this world.
Or maybe it’s an animal instinct,
a primitive reaction between us,
a magnetic force that bring us closer.
Whatever it might be
Whenever I’m with you
I’m barely human.

Shinigami

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I feel the end coming,
My heart pounds so hard,
My chest has a fissure,
And my hands cant stop trembling
I feel the end coming
My body is falling to pieces
But I am not affraid
I know what to do for now
Wait wait wait
Without fear
Without any tear
Let the ghost of death
come near me
Hug me harder,
Cover my flesh
with your naked bones
Push your eyes deep into mine
Breath and exhale my soul
I can feel it leaving my body
Like it doesn’t want it anymore
Finish me and set me free
Take me far away
Away from this rusty body
Away from this rotten flesh
Away from the livings pain
Erase the sadness from my memory
Because Im so tired
Tired of this world
Tired of all the suffering
Tired of being ashamed
Ashamed of had being human

Ashamed of being human

Since I have memories, my world runs around the beauty and perfection, at least used to, looking straight at an impair number was stressing and I tried to equilibrate every set of objects I touch… I lived for symmetry. This world I was born in, I wanted to change it somehow, looking in to the eyes of the people around me, made me wish for that… I was fooled. This is not a piece of dirt, a war territory, or a way to classify the social levels. This is my home, I am a child and the world is my playground, and nobody should be able to tell me where I can and cannot go, is my right for being born in this world. That is perfection. The only way to equilibrate this world symmetrically is to divide it by one, to break every door and erase every border.

The light I use to see in my brother’s eyes have being slowly fading, filling the emptiness with lust and hatred toward each other and even their own mother. I feel the obligation to save my home, my earth. Because humans are good by nature, but sometimes obligated to take the wrong way, fooled again. Humans aren’t born good or evil, they choose to do evil all by themselves, and they enjoy it. They devour the life of our mother for their own sake, to fill their bellies with gold and green, losing their own soul in the process. The blood in my veins boils as the blood of my mother dries, and I cry as I see her dirty tears drifting from her dusty eyes, “mom please don’t cry, how can I save you?” How can I save her? If a man by himself can only be different but not make a difference. But I am not alone; I know I have sisters and brothers who feel the way I do, I summon you, wherever you are stop hiding and let’s stand side by side, for if UNITED WE STAND, UNITED WE SHALL SUCCEED. Cause I don’t want to feel ashamed of being human anymore.