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History Hates Lovers

Por Mónica Salas.

Fingers touch Blood rushes Heart hammers Limbs sweat 

Ink that stains Carefree laughter Hidden love letters Lingering stares 

Crowded rooms Everyone talks No one notices Two, standing close 

Fear is dangerous, it shouts and burns; Points at differences and calls them sins 

They're not sick, nor are they wrong. They're in love, that is all. 

Shattered house, but their love is strong.

They pack everything and move on. 

Best of buddies Close mates Like broken glasses, they need 'repairs' 

Hand in hand, they walk the Earth. Star-crossed lovers "One day", they say.

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I Wish

Por Shaia JaCor.

I wish I could tell you a thousand times how much I love you. I wish I could count the moles on your skin and get lost right in the last one, having to count fifty times more before letting go of my desire and biting your neck, pulling my arms around your body, and pushing against me those hips of yours that open the door to paradise. I wish I could talk to you about "shooting stars" as a sign of a human soul falling into that rebellious hair of yours. I wish I could count the times that my heart stopped beating just by looking at the sparkle in your eye, the ghost of a smile playing around your mouth, that strength in your stare, and by feeling the warmth of your skin, your breath on my neck, the touch of your hand and your body near mine. I wish I could go around your universe a thousand times before I can enter it and have the eternal promise that your lips hide when you kiss mine. If your face would be the last I'd see, then I wish I could tell you and do so many things to you that one life wouldn't be enough for so much. And if today is my last breath, I wish I could say that I will love you forever, even beyond the field of death. And most importantly I wish I could tell you I want to be something else than just friends…

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Wind and Earth

Por Mónica Salas.

They hold the history of the world - of the universe - within their structure. Sometimes rough, and others sandy, they make the nerves in our hands tingle, sometimes make our fingertips bleed.

So much information they keep encoded within each grain of their being. Nobody knows what they do, they tell their secrets to no one.

No one but.

Like an instrument, they're played, singing stories of rising oceans and burning skies. Forests the size of skyscrapers and monsters unheard of that used them to scratch their backs with. 

They sing songs of love and death.

They hold life nonchalantly and hold the power to crush it out too. Their only friend keeps them company, like lovers in each other's arms when one has to rush out of their embrace.

A kiss and a murmur to make them sing, make them laugh, make them cry. (The weight of knowledge can be condemning). Running around with their touch erupting tickles on their surface. 

It's the vals of nature. 

Two friends having fun with one another. One is always moving, always running; the other waits for their company, ever patient and with great stories. 

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Sorrow

Por Mónica Salas.

Cloudy days filled with grey Shattered pieces of a broken heart (hert) Soaked up clothes showered with tears Hard-rock graves of the dead and loved.

A piece of paper with hurting words Unspoken feelings, or drowned in numbness Walking slowly, without care, Not even looking both ways.

Petrichor, a form of love So many emotions; it hurts so much. A hole filled with dirt Tears that won’t fall, too dry to slip.

This is life, full of dread, Full of sorrow and full of pain. Grab it heart and don’t let go Or it will fall to a void.

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Untitled

Por @del_Pozo.

Permitime transpirar tu silencio, Que caiga la lluvia de margaritas sobre tu aroma a chocolate desnudo. Permitime dormir en tu almendra, Que me condenen los cielos y las letras por comer de tu vino sin culpa. Permitime reírte los dedos, Que se consagre el sudor en un ballet de duraznos melosos. Permitime, por hoy, no divagar, Que los gritos sean mudos y escuchados solo por nuestra lengua. Permitime quedarme, Que la tarde me sea un mito y que los rubores te queden en poema. Permitime una última cosa, Por favor, mentime sobre mañana.

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Hidden Love

Por N.M. Castillo.

He should have known.

That was the only conclusion she had been able to draw. He should have known. He should have realized that, no matter what, she was miserable. Spending day and night with a man that seemed more interested in his newspaper than his wife had ended up eroding all the love she could have felt for him. It was his fault. It was his and only his. Yet, no matter how many times she repeated that, it was hard to convince herself that breaking his heart was the right move.

Even now, as he stood there screaming at her, she felt sympathy. She pitied him. For a second, she wondered how he'd feel if he were to know the true emotions behind her eyes; if he were to know that it wasn't guilt or even shame, it was pity.

"Are you even paying attention?!" She startled. He seemed to realize his mistake, and lowered his voice. "I am sorry, Lily. I know how much you hate when I yell, I just lost my composure for a second there. I... You have to understand. I love you so much, and this... This..."

She had never liked the way he raised his voice, that was true, or how his sweet words always seemed to be wrapped in thorns and knives. She didn't like how he said he loved her, as if she owed him love back. As if love was not an emotion, only a transaction.

"What is this?" He took the envelope again, and threw it at her. She knew what it was. "Tell me I am wrong. Tell me this is not what it looks like."

Lily kept quiet. It was odd, she thought, how she had always wanted him to listen to her, and now that he was... She had no desire to talk. She didn't even want to look at him.

"I know how you write," He whispered, as though he was filled with sorrow. She wanted to believe him. She willed herself to feel anything but pity for him, but she couldn't. "You... Is this really it?"

"Are you asking me or are you asking yourself?" She finally spoke.

All sweetness seemed to leave his face then, and she watched everything within him collapse in a few seconds. It was as if the facade of the good man had finally become too much for him, and now all that was left was this. A broken man. A man that realized his mistakes. A man that was not willing to take responsibility for them.

It had broken. His glasses, those pink-tinged things that made him believe his life was perfect, had finally broken. He could see his wife did not love him. He could understand that obedience was not the same as devotion. Lily had been a lenient wife, and she had not once asked for a divorce; she knew what was asked of her, but she had never given him more than what was expected of her.

That was not love. She was merely fulfilling her role.

And the letter--no, the love letter on the ground was proof of that, wasn't it? How long had she been writing sweet nothing to another man? Did she love him? Had she ever felt something of the sort for him?

Lily could see all the questions clouding his eyes when she pulled herself to her feet. He was looking at her as if he couldn't recognize her. He couldn't. The wife he knew would have never had a secret romance right under his nose.

Then, again, he didn't even know the wife he had.

"How long...?"

"That wouldn't change anything," She sighed. Apathy had settled in her chest, and she couldn't keep up with his act. It felt wrong to have this confrontation when their marriage had only ever been a tool; another step towards success for him, and a shelter for her true self.

Because she knew, deep down, that what unsettled him was not the affair itself. It wasn't the long and passionate love letter that he had opened and read that evening. It wasn't even knowing that she didn't love him.

It was the recipient.

Dearest Margarita...

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A Sea of Tears

Por N.M. Castillo.

She had never liked the sea. She didn't like the heavy silence that settled in when you were there. She didn't like the darkness that surrounded everything as soon as the sun left. It was overwhelming. It made her feel powerless. She never understood people's idealization of the sea. It was a dormant beast; one that could attack at any given moment.

That was the thing, wasn't it? That she would never look at this body of water and find it majestic. That was the truth: what most people found oddly comforting, she always found unsettling; its depth, its vastness. The uncertainty of what lied within was attractive if not certain, and sometimes, only sometimes, she had wanted to dive in and take a chance.

Now, though, as she stood at the dock, she didn't want to go in. She didn't want to explore. There was no overwhelming feeling. No unsettling fear. Nostalgia was there, beating as one with her heart. Anxiety showed up as well, but it didn't seem quite as powerful. Even as she looked down, the dim light of sunrise barely caressing the water, she didn't wonder what was there.

She knew.

Even if sunrise painted the sea golden, it didn't make it any less of a beast. It didn't erase all the ships it had swallowed. All the lives it had taken. It didn't diminish the pain it had caused, the losses, the tears...

It finally occurred to her, then. Tears. Maybe that was why she didn't like the sea. Tears, salty as the ocean, were the only thing she had ever carried of the sea. They were the one constant reaction caused by this golden mirror.

As if on cue, her vision blurred, and the salty air carried her tears to the open sea. The sun was still struggling to rise from the water, and she wondered if, just like all the others, the sun fell victim to it every now and then. She wondered if her tears had contributed to the vastness of the ocean, like Alice's tears had carried her through the locked door.

Maybe she hated the ocean because, just like her, it only ever carried tears.

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The Unspeakable

Por Alejandra Rojas.

Your unspoken words lingering between my fingers and getting blurry as my face sprinkles droplets of forgiveness.

Your love letter, an anthem of our memories written with golden ink in my heart, and as piercing as a dart staining what we left behind.

Our love was sacred but kept a secret. Two individuals behind closed doors knowing that if we didn’t keep it, trouble might pour like a storm destroying all we cared for.

And now, with your broken glasses in my hand I understand how little it mattered that two men shared a romance in a car A sigh, a moan and a cry All Gone when you left me with a lullaby And ended your life in times of war.

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Star...dust

Por Alejandra Rojas.

Sorrow and desperation have collided in my brain.

A supernova, widening with every moment of regret.

Particles of memories moving freely all around

And the sensations of euphoria slowly growing unbound.

Ongoing cycles, relentless and tiring

of patterns that became antagonizing

with shiny sparkles hastily floating uncommanded

and stardust with no space to get grounded.

My bewilderness is deeply rooted in anxiety 

while the rumination is surely killing my sobriety.

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Sueños de Hierro

Por Alejandra Rojas.

Mi instructora me dice: La mayor destrucción lleva a la mayor satisfacción. Si te dijera que para cumplir tus sueños, la belleza es tu unidad de medida y que el dolor es tu escalera a la evolución, estarías dispuesto a hacer todo lo posible por el éxito?

Normalmente nos comparan con las margaritas, suaves, dulces y delicadas. Pero la margarita bajo la presión se rompe, el viento la hiere, la fuerza la destruye y su propia fragilidad la expone.

Creo que se parece más al proceso de realización del chocolate. La temperatura es perfecta, los ingredientes deben estar perfectamente equilibrados. Ni muy amargo,  ni muy dulce.  La prensa hidráulica te moldea para que calzar un mismo molde, todos iguales, sin personalidad. Las esquinas se liman, las irregularidades se pulen, las imperfecciones se eliminan en un proceso sistemático, artificial, inhumano.

Y aun así , las bailarinas, sonreímos. Sonreímos con dolor. Sonreímos para esconder la decepción . Pero sonreímos con el corazón.

¿Estás dispuesta a correr lejos por el trauma de tus fantasías o a sufrir por tus sueños?

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City Lights

Por Shaia JaCor.

Oh! City lights Those damn twinkling city lights blurred people’s eyes. Making tears run blood along veins.

City lights, People holding onto their memories letting go of their pain ceasing to be, giving into the plague...

Those city lights, the bulbs of those beaming brights showing that war is coming, urban crises, how they love 'em!

Their throats tightened in unshed tears of sorrow and anger. I can hear them in my heart. letting go, losing control of themselves...

City lights beating people down, so low and now crying their souls.

City lights taking people to a place where they can't feel their faces and death is just an anesthetic

City lights bodies left behind with no face, All alone, fading into nothing. dying...

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Secrets Kept

Por N.M. Castillo.

She stood there, her gaze brushing over the crowd, and feeling nothing. Out of all the things she had pictured for her life, this one had never even been a possibility. Her eyes dropped to the ground at the same time the sky roared with thunder, and she wondered if Heaven knew how she truly felt. Over here, no one knew.

Not even her son, standing next to her, could begin to imagine what was growing within her.

"Mom?" He asked for the third time. He had been talking to her, but the lack of response made him anxious.

She gave him a smile. Her voice had died somewhere in her throat, and she wasn't sure she could find another one. It was like her heart; it had died within him, even if none of these people dressed in black knew the truth.

She found his wife among the crowd. His wife. The word was bitter on her tongue as she tried pronouncing it. Bitter, yes, just like her. His wife was crying, receiving comfort from friends and family at his sudden death, and she almost wanted to feel pity for her. She wanted to hate her.

No, that wasn't right.

She didn't pity her. She didn't hate her. She had wanted to be her. She had wanted to be the one woman he could hold. The one woman he could love in public. She wasn't. She wasn't his wife. She wasn't anyone any of this people could know... Any of this people could comfort.

There was no comfort for her.

In the depths of her rib cage, where her heart was supposed to be, there was nothing but sorrow. Deep, heavy, and cold sorrow. It didn't allow her to feel anything else. Regret sometimes seemed to peek in from time to time, but sorrow was far stronger.

Loss, as well. A loss that none of them would understand.

That woman might have been his wife, but she was his soulmate. She knew it. He knew it. It was their secret... The only thing they could call their own.

The only thing that was truly theirs.

Now sorrow had even tainted their secret, and she had finally lost all she ever had of him.

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The Red Thread of Fate

Por Shaia JaCor.

Over many a quaint volume of forgotten love, there once was a ballerina as beautiful as can be and only the angels could fathom to see, but no one could ever feel. She was so luminous and glorious, but could only show her face in the darkness. She was untouchable, rising off her feet to stand on pointé while the sparkles from her white costume shimmered like stars. Upon life's stage her plie's were graceful. She was so elegant and opulent when se elongated her arms into the air, bending her small wrists and the tips of her delicate fingers lightly touching each other, glancing at the void, looking for someone to hold her too close, someone to hurt her too deep, someone to make her aware of being alive. Many grand pas, she danced, and she, never knowing, a solo she chanced. And there was a man who would give anything to catch a glimpse of the ballerina illuminating the beautiful sky. Until one day the man slide out of the heavens, and he got the change to catch a glimpse of the beautiful ballerina who was tired of dancing a grand pas de deux. So he sprinkled daisies over her to cheer her up for she had lost her way. For him, she was amazing and beautiful, much prettier than a flower or a tree and only he can see. And when they finally met, she was loving and caring, right down to the core. Filling him with happiness and so much more. Her eyes were so stunning, you cannot look away while he was gorgeous and shining all throughout the day. And they both fell in love like a snowball hurdling down a mountain or like grandchildren catching the scent of hot chocolate from grandma’s kitchen in a very cold afternoon. There was no day; there was no night... just each other’s loving light. He’d hoped for no other ballerina, for the two of them would be tied by fate.

But just like Romeo and Juliet, their love was forbidden because the Universe was not pleased by their relationship.

“Go and let her breathe, for you have decided fates. You must live by the day, and she must glow on the night. The Earth by day you watch; she when the night fell on our sky. You can never be. Your connection would go against the balance of the Sister Earth”, said the papa Universe “Don’t you dare to look for her again.”

  So the two of them, being hopelessly, desperately in love, tied two red threads in their wrists, promise to be together forever and to look for each other if they ever have to part. But one day, the beautiful ballerina couldn’t stand the situation anymore and decided to run away since the great feeling that the angels called “Love” had been taken away from her, and she let grief's bitter cold sadness consume her. If you could have seen the devastation and the shattered heart she had left behind, she left without a warning, she left without saying "goodbye." She left the man with only questions, the most important: "why?" How long had she been hurting before deciding she was done? At some point, the man was glad her pain has ended, but his pain has just begun. How he wished to see her dance again than the fleeting moments they shared with her at both dawn and dusk. He missed the way she look at him as if he was too blind to see; the path he was on might hurt and scathe. He missed the sound of her sweet voice, through bitter times a saving noise help him to shine all day, but now, they were a world apart, and the man, sick with grief, followed the same steps of her lover and promise to find her in another life, no matter what.

When the Universe learned of this transgression, he wanted to punish them but he lately he realized he was wrong, so to end their misery he stated:

“ On rare occasions, moments of bliss you can share. You can enchant each other and even steal a kiss and watch the Earth through the veil of mist, but when clouds part; apart, slaves of your myth, you must drift”.

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Runaways

Por N.M. Castillo.

"If we are doing it, we have to do it now."

A heartbeat passed, still, between them. There were no words, no sounds, just their eyes locked; fear, in hers; adrenaline, in his. No matter how terrified she was of this, he was right. They had no choice. It was now or never. They had to leave now, or be torn apart forever.

She hesitated. Anguish filled the dark clouds of his eyes, and she wondered if he would ever forgive her for stalling him. For loving him. For ruining any chance he could have gotten at a nice and quiet life.

For a second, for a fraction of a second, she allowed herself to reminisce. Dear God, she remembered everything; that first smile, his dimples, laughter. Everything was so simple back then. No, that was not true. It wasn't simple. She had come to understand, thanks to him, that life was truly never simple, never easy. Maybe that was why she had been so taken with him since that first moment; it hadn't been love at first sight, as her friends had insisted. It hadn't been love. It had been longing. A desire so strong to be just like him, to escape the confines of her life...

"We have to go."

He took her hand, and the touch immediately took her out of her musings. One glance to their hands joined, and she nodded. He was right. No matter how scared, how unsure, they had to do this. They had to run away. They had to leave this small town behind if they wanted a chance.

Their steps were the only sound echoing as they approached the forest. They were at the outskirts of town, and the pines welcomed them with open arms. It was just as he had said; nature always provided shelter for lovers in trouble. She squeezed his hand slightly as they run, more to comfort herself than him, and then focused once again on their escape. Running. Darkness. The echo of footsteps. The murmur of voices. She swallowed hard, and forced herself to run faster; she hadn't imagined just how hard it was to run barefoot, her pointe shoes hanging on her free hand. The possibility of wearing them again was almost tempting, but she knew better; they would only destroy her feet, perhaps even more than the forest itself.

"We're close," He said, in a whisper, as though he feared the trees would expose them. "Just a little longer."

She nodded, but didn't answer. What was she supposed to say? They had nothing on them. Not a wallet, not a jacket, not even shoes... They were running away just with their names on. She felt her anxiety skyrocketing at that thought; they had nowhere to go, no food, no money, no nothing. They were doomed, weren't they? Like some sort of modern Romeo and Juliet.

Perhaps this was exactly why she had always despised Shakespeare.

Maybe that was why he loved him.

"Remember that daisy I gave you a few days ago?" He asked. He had suddenly stopped, and she felt like her lungs were on fire; she couldn't speak, even if she wanted to. "I took it from here."

He gestured to the ground, and she finally noticed. Tiny, white daisies all around them. The cover of darkness and the soft moonlight was enough to barely see them, but they were there. A field full of daisies inside of that scary-looking forest she had always avoided.

A treasure, he had always said.

He had been right.

She felt tears tingling her eyes; how had they gotten to this point? Why had everything fallen apart? She couldn't even remember. All she knew was that, after their last performance, everyone had discovered them. The tsunami of questions had almost drowned her, and she had been left defenseless. The attacks never stopped. The judging glances, the confused stares... It had been too much.

"Don't cry," He placed his hands softly on her face, and the smell of chocolate reached her nostrils. That was probably all he had eaten that day; his sweet tooth always got the best of him. "We'll be okay."

She truly hoped so.

She didn't need another tragedy.

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Hear My Cries

Por Sofie Ch.

Howling winds that come and go Screaming at me on and on Can’t escape them since I know That you left me all alone

Warm the weather, warm my heart When you touched me, I was alive But since you left it all behind You ripped apart the heart I had

Hellish pain I felt that day A disloyalty I will never forget Now the sun won’t rise again Just like my insides, darkness prevails

At least I have a mouth And I can make a sound I promise here and now That my cries will reach you And you’ll suffer just as I

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Wind and Stars are All I Have

Por Mónica Salas.

I sit by myself surrounded by nature. Fields of grass and prairie wildflowers are all that come into view. The wind caresses my skin with its cold knuckles, breath fanning behind my ear, blowing my short hair into my face. It’s gentle and playful like the touch of a loved one. Except there isn't such a thing.

The sky is like a field of its own, the stars that adorn it are like the daisies, Queen Anne's lace, and bachelor buttons, all from different sizes and colors that bring life to the canvas they’re painted in. Every once in a while the artist painting the firmament would move the brush in a quick motion, giving the heavens a strike of light. We, peons of the fates, recognize this as ‘shooting stars’. Someone, at one particular moment in history, decided that this meant we ought to dream and wish to our heart's content.

However, sitting here, alone under the vast blue where the shimmering lights of stuck fireflies burn so bright and rapturously, a shooting star is just a reminder that not all wishes come true. The gazillion of lights above and the softness of a million petals below are the one thing keeping me company. Them and the wind, circling around me like you used to. Teasing and pecking like your touch once did, but not anymore.

Maybe the wind is not the only ghost keeping me company. Stars die and we still see them shine in the night sky. Maybe you’re one of them because I keep seeing you at night and keep feeling you in the wind.

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Sorrow

Por @del_Pozo.

Sorrow is named too much sleep Sorrow is named tasteless food Sorrow is named others priorities Sorrow is named bad news Sorrow is named unemployment Sorrow is named the city of sold out Sorrow is named a gun under the bed Sorrow is named Carla going out Sorrow is named nobody knew Sorrow is named a title of a young girl suicide