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Krusty Aranda Feb 2018
At times I don't know who I am
What do I want?
What do I say?
What do I think? What do I do?
I'm a cluster of bad decissions,
of impuslivity and overthinking
at the wrong times
I pawn my heart to whom I mustn't, and take it away from whomever dares buy it
I'm the selfishness of early childhood,
the stubburness of adolescence.
I'm the laughter of the insane,
the silence of noise,
the personification of incoherence, and I've come to substract sense from this world obsessed with false truth
I'm the definition of what can't be defined
I'm the abstraction of the concrete
I am all, absolutely all,
but one thing
I am not me
Krusty Aranda Jan 2016
I am death
I am life
I am what beats inside

I am here
I am there
I can be anywhere

I am real
I am fake
I am the chance you take

I am seen
I'm ignored
I am a whispered word

I am light
I am dark
I am a shadow's track

I'm alive
No, I'm not
I'm a mind's empty spot
Krusty Aranda Sep 2015
I could sing you a happy song.
I could hear you all day long.
I could get drunk on your smile.
I could for the longest time.

I could stare into your eyes;
cliché says they tell no lies,
but in them I would find you,
and this feeling all so new.

I'd get lost around your lips.
Draw you with my fingertips.
Whisper poems and your name.
Maybe you could do the same.

I could write you a fairy tale.
Rhyme in verses without fail.
I could make all pens run dry
trying hard to make you fly.

I can think of many things
I could say if you were here,
and I know I will one day
'cause I will meet you someday.
Krusty Aranda Aug 2012
I don't know how to smile. That is a fact.
But when I'm with you, babe, my lips draw a perfect smile.
It might be the sweet words you say.
It might be how you make me feel inside,
but whatever the reason might be, it is you who makes me smile.
A shot at something different, and don't forget to smile once a day (at least) :)
Krusty Aranda Jun 2013
It was Christmas. I was spending it with my family, just like every year.
Strangely, something was different, but what?
It wasn't the same place, some people were missing, and some other people I didn't know were there.

Suddenly she walks into the scene.
Dressed in a virginal white dress.
Very little makeup, letting me see her natural beauty.
Her brown hair as beautiful as can be.
Her blue eyes calling for me, mesmerizing me.
I couldn't help but falling for her.

She's talented, gorgeous, smart, funny, and the list goes on.
Me? I'm nothing in comparison,
but there she was, so close to me, yet so far.

Which would be my opening line?
Would she find me interesting enough?
Would she ever love me like I love her?
There was only one way to find out.

As I walk towards her, she's asked to give a little performance.
She played, she danced and she sang.
She shot an arrow right through my heart.
She moved with the grace of a swan,
sang with the voice of the angels,
and played with the talent of a prodigy.

Just as I finally aproach her to introduce myself,
I wake up.
Will I ever be this close to her again?
An actual dream I had where Lindsey Stirling, on whom I have a gigantic crush, starred. Don't know her? Look for her on youtube. Worth taking a look.
Krusty Aranda Dec 2013
I dreamt that you came back, looking as gorgeous as ever, asking for my forgiveness.

I dreamt you followed me around, as I confusingly convinced myself I hated you.

I dreamt that you came back, hunting my weakened, fragile heart into falling for you again.

I dreamt that you caught me with your charm, and little by little I was your fool.

I dreamt I was trapped in your big blue eyes, your long blonde hair, your blood red lips.

I dreamt I traded my soul for a night of so called love and a morning of regret and self loathing.

I dreamt I ran away in circles, always coming back to the same spider web with the same black widow.

I dreamt I was awake, when in reality I had never even fallen asleep.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2013
If today
was your last day,
what would you do?
A little something forfor us to realize life is just a moment. Lets make the best out of it :)
Krusty Aranda Jan 2015
I just met a girl.
She's as pretty as can be.
I'm falling for her.

Her bright, green eyes and
her short, blonde hair hipnotize.
I can't look away.

She is not for me.
She has a boyfriend back home.
Just my stupid luck.

Another failure.
One more strike on the record.
Will I catch a break?
Krusty Aranda Dec 2012
I'm sorry I didn't tell you at first.
I'm sorry I took my time.
I'm sorry I'm not your age.
I'm sorry we're apart.

I'm sorry we barely talk now.
I'm sorry you can't see me smile.
I'm sorry I haven't kissed you yet.
I'm sorry I sometimes make you mad.

I'm sorry I think of you all day.
I'm sorry I dream of you all night.
I'm sorry I whisper your name.
I'm sorry I can't get you off my mind.

I'm sorry I love you so much.
I'm sorry you are my life.
I'm sorry I'll never let you go.
I'm sorry I fell for your charm.
I'm sorry I can't show you how much you really mean to me. I love you.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2015
And so it happened once again.

I could not fight it. I'm weak.
I could do nothing but give in.


She wrapped my arms around her,
and rested her head on my chest.
I held her hand,
and we started to get closer,
and closer
until our lips met.

I took a deep breath,
and she rapidly stole it from me.
She had me gasping for air.
Her lips had that hint of tobacco
I so desperately craved.

I could not fight it. I'm weak.
I could do nothing but give in.


We stopped for a second, and gazed at each other
in the dark of the night.

I laughed.
She kissed me again.

I took a deep breath.
She stole it again.

I asked if this was real.
She signed her reply on my lips.

One morning later
she still has me thinking about her.

*I can't fight it. I'm weak.
I can do nothing but give in.
Krusty Aranda Feb 2014
I want to hold her hand as we walk through the park.
Sit under a tree in the summertime, and watch the clouds forming figures,
trying to see what the other one sees.
Go to my rooftop pool at night, and gaze at the stars.
Lay in bed with her, facing each other, and just lose myself in her bright, blue eyes, holding her near me so she never leaves my side.
Wake up before she does, with the first rays of sun shining through a slim opening on my courtain,
illuminating her as I admire her natural, god given beauty as pure as it is.

I just want to hear her, sweet, warm yet shy voice say "I love you.".
Krusty Aranda May 2021
The chest in my pain reminds me
of the skin I have torn off
my bones for having
believed every thing my brain has
overthought
Krusty Aranda Aug 2021
I'm so tired
of running from my shadow,

I'll just let it
cover me
as the lights go
off
Krusty Aranda May 2013
I remember the day I met you.
You looked gorgeous in that black, long dress.
Your short, brown hair dancing with the wind.
Your white, hypnotic smile paralyzing me.

To be honest, I had met you before, in photographs.
I was under your spell since then,
but that night turned my fantasy into reality.

So we talked, we drank, we danced.
I couldn't get my eyes off of you.

We met again a couple days after that.
I waited for you.
And waited.
And waited.
I was only waiting for you.

The sand, the ocean, the bright, blue sky.
They were all there to whitness my heart racing
every time I looked at you.

So I build up some courage, and go for it.
I ask you on a date.
Nothing too fancy. Just a movie with me.
"Yes."

Movie was awful, but I didn't care.
I had spent that time with you.
What more could I ask for?
Sadly, time to go home came too soon.

You were picked up, and offered to drop me off at my place.
I kissed you, in the cheek.
You didn't complain.
I smiled beneath a smile.

Once I said goodbye, and crossed the door I jumped,
I screamed,
I almost even cry of the joy.
I couldn't have been happier.
I couldn't feel any better.

I remember how much in love I was with you.
Do you?
Remembering one of the best days of my life. Even though it didn't work out in the future, I was happy for that moment :)
Krusty Aranda Feb 2012
Words are hollow.
Eyes are deceiving.
Thoughts are far fetched.
Illusions are broken.
Looks mean nothing.
Expressions can be fake.
Emotions are assassins.
Senses don't work.
Heart stops beating.
Light turns into darkness.
Does this mean I am dead?
Krusty Aranda Nov 2015
Do you still feel it?
What we both felt years ago...
because I still do.
Krusty Aranda Nov 2015
It’s killing him… It’s ******* killing him! 
He can’t move on his own. 
He can barely speak. 
He is a little more than just flesh and bone, 
bound to a hospital bed, 
breathing hardly amidst the cough and phlegm. 
It’s killing him,
though his mind is as sharp as it’s always been.
He can feel the frustration;
he knows his body won’t respond to his brain’s commands.
He is desperate, yet he keeps fighting.
He’s stubborn, and won’t give up the fight.
He knows it’s killing him,
but he won’t die.
His strength is awe inspiring.
He knows he’s loved.
He knows they care.
He doesn’t want to leave them unprotected.
It’s killing him… It’s ******* killing him!
This I can’t bear to witness any longer.
It’s killing him… and it kills me too.
Krusty Aranda Aug 2012
This is what we wanted all along;
to be with each other. Nothing can go wrong.
Now that I'm here sitting by your side
everyone else is gone. It's just you and I.

My arms wrapped around you. Your head lies on my chest.
My lips make their way to your forehead, and kiss it tenderly.
You look up to me, staring into my eyes. I can see the love swimming in your heart.
My lips draw a smile, and then say "I love you". We cuddle again as you add "I love you too".

You turn around to face me. I can only smile at you.
You come in close and kiss me. I hug you as you do.
Our bodies feel the heat of our ever so passionate souls.
We keep on kissing untill our lips bleed our love.

No walls to separate us. No obstacles for lust.
The only witnesses: the blankets and our song.
Your hands on my body. My wicked grin. A choir of angels, and the symptoms of spring.

Again we lie, side by side.
I stare into your eyes. You stare into mine.
No one can erase the smile imprinted on my face.
It's all because of you, my darling. My heart is in it's place.
Can anyone tell I'm deeply in love? :p
Krusty Aranda Dec 2012
December 21, 2012.
A day feared by many, mocked by some, and ignored by others.
To me? It's the end of this world.
This world where I live in constant paranoia,
in constant fear of not being able to achieve what I've set myself to.
Fearing I'm not good enough. Just expecting everything to fall into place.

Will she still love me in the morning?
Will I make it through today?
Will I survive the sleep?
That kind of things.

To me it's the end of this world.
This world where we see hunger everywhere we look.
Poberty in every corner.
Racism. Intolerance. Unfounded hatred towards others.
Aren't we one same race? Aren't we part of the same planet?

Killings. Bullying. Barbarism. Carnage.
And you call yourself a superior being with the capacity to reason?
Not only do you **** your brother but also your home.
To me it's the end of this world.

December 21, 2012.
The date I will make a change on myself.
The mayans didn't predict the end of the world. They predicted a new beginning.
Embrace it. Live it. *Be
it.

Lets start to make this right.
Don't expect for everything to just change. Be the change.
Krusty Aranda Jul 2013
Remember your last words to me?
I sure can't forget them.
You knew where to hit to make me hurt for real,
and you went for it.

I tried to keep my cool.
For every attack you sent my way,
I swallowed my pride, and took it like a man.
I played without defense or offense.
I could not win. I didn't want to.
I just wanted it to be over.

Eventually it was, but not before you delivered the final blow.
The "coup de grâce", as the french would say.
I was done. Finished. Hurt.

I don't blame you for what you did.
You played a hurtful game, and won.
I'm not the same person I was before that day.
I wish you no bad, but I wish you no good either.
I still remember those words.
Krusty Aranda May 2013
Does she even suspect
that
I'm in love with her?
Krusty Aranda Apr 2015
Tears fill my eyes,
but I can't let them fall.
I shan't.
I won't.

I've always heard
that boys don't cry,
and I'm
a boy.

I let her in.
I ****** it up.
I am
a fool.

I knew this was
too good to be true,
yet I
didn't go.

She left me wounded,
bleeding, dying.
I cry
for help.

Now I wear
my heart on a sleeve.
*Won't cry.
I won't.
Krusty Aranda Sep 2013
Jennifer.
My sweet obsession.
My love impossible.
My gorgeous, little sin.

I see you every day and night.
I'm sure not to miss a thing.
I'd give up all the money I have
to be with you, my dear.

I see you every day and night,
but you sure can't see me.
I wish we could meet some other way
other than this cold screen.

I see what you do all day long.
I hear your sweet voice fade slowly away.
I know what you like. I know what you crave.
If you ever got it you wouldn't be the same.

I still don't know the color of your eyes,
or the tone of your sweet lips,
but I can't say I don't enjoy
this twisted, little sin.

So, dear. My dear Jennifer.
Hang on a little longer.
Not even I know what comes next.
It's all for us to wonder.
Based on the book "What Comes Next?" by John Katzenbach.
Krusty Aranda Apr 2022
All the pain I've dealt
Is coming back to haunt me
and, man, I'm a ****
Krusty Aranda Mar 2014
As I've grown up I've been turning bitter.
Life isn't as easy as it once seemed.
You gotta go to school to get a job.
You gotta get a job to earn basic needs.
You gotta pay taxes to keep those needs.
Kids just have it so much better.

I remember being a kid, and not having a single worry on my mind.
I would just go outside and play, or grab the first thing I saw, and pretend it was something else.
A couch could become a fortress.
A blanket over your head was a secret hideout.
A twig could be the strongest of swords.
Every day was really an adventure.

Now that I'm 21 a couch is for resting after a hard day at work.
A blanket's only purpose is to keep you from the cold.
Twigs are something you step on without even noticing.
Every day is just another burden on our backs.

Can someone please tell me why is everything so dull now?
Why do we lose our sense of wonder?
Why can't I dance in the rain without worrying about catching a cold?
Why can't I get inside a cardborad box, and pretend it's a castle?

I'm sick of being a "grown up".
I wanna be a kid!
I want to be amazed by the colour of the flowers.
I want to feel afraid when it's stormy outside.
I want to play with a puppy because it's fluffy and playful.
I want to throw a tantrum when I don't get my way.

I shan't be the only one. Lets all be kids again!
Lets hide under the table.
Get scared of the monster who lurks in your closet.
Cry from time to time for no reason.
Use a night light when you go to bed.
Buy some toys, and play with them.
Eat cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Feel like a total rebel for doing so on the couch.
Watch cartoons early in the morning with your pijamas on.
Try to stay awake all night, and fall asleep before 11.

Every time I see a kid, I just can't help to smile.
It's not because they're cute, but because I'm jealous of them.
They live without worries, without thinking of what will happen tomorrow.
I wish I could be like them.
I want to be a kid again.
Don't let your inner child ever die.
Krusty Aranda Feb 2013
"Maria, I love you so much,
and you are so adorable,
so marvelous
and so good,
and I feel so happy when I'm with you,
that I just want to die while we love each other."

You **** me every time I hold your hand,
even if it's cold,
yet my heart could not beat more vividly
than when you're around.

The sweet poetry that gently dances from your lips
is like a million tiny arrows going through my heart,
each leaving a lasting mark of what this means to me.

How can I feel so alive when you **** me constantly?
I lose myself in you.
I lose contact from reality.
Time stands still as our bodies dance a perfect, unrehearsed coreography,
inviting the stars above us to join this beautiful harmony.

You killed me again.
That smile you timidly and lovingly show to me,
imperfect, and, yet, so flawless,
it takes me away to a place I didn't know.
A place where all my pain goes away,
my worries vanish,
the world is gone,
and there's only me and you.

Please, don't **** me anymore.
My heart skips a beat everytime I even hear your name.
Oh, your name.
It comes out of my mouth so easily, so playfully,
and everytime it sounds new to me.
My lips just effortlessly spell your name,
feeling every letter of it kiss me tenderly as my mind wanders off,
off to your mesmerizing eyes.
Those eyes which cast a spell on me.
This spell that keeps me from taking my eyes off of yours.

Deep, loving looks, each looking for protection,
fearing a new sad tear to roll off,
yet convinced they are safe in my eyes.

*Would you **** me one last time?
The paragraph in quotations is a rough translation (made by myself) of a dialogue in Ernest Hemingway's "For Whom The Bell Tolls" (yeah, my book's in spanish). It is what inspired me to write this poem.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2012
I can feel the venom
spreading through my veins.
It's too late to act now,
though I should have seen from the start
that you were of the poisonous kind.

I saw the signs,
which I decided to ignore.
You paralized me. I couldn't move no more.
You gave me a kiss, which injected the venom,
and now I agonize,
dying of love.

Now, as you move on to your next victim
I dedicate my last words to you.
Be careful who you are kissing
because you might be poisoned too.
This one was really random.
Krusty Aranda Oct 2016
La mujer que yo amo
No es quien crees que es
Le escribo poemas a diario
Le dedico las palabras más bellas del diccionario
Mas no entiende el trasfondo
No ve más allá de la superficie

La mujer que yo amo
No conoce el amor
Acepta amores de cama
Amores de cuerpos desnudos
De sudorosas cabelleras
De sucias sábanas y vacíos amaneceres

La mujer que yo amo
Me ama de vuelta
Pero no conoce el alcance de mi amor
No quiere verlo o no se da cuenta
Un trago o un viaje le bastan
Para caer en brazos de otro hombre

Conmigo desahoga sus penas
Conmigo llora su soledad y su miseria
Conmigo habla hasta que los segundos se tornan horas
Pero no soy yo su salvación

La mujer que yo amo
Nunca cae en mis brazos
Aquellos que la han de proteger
Aquellos que la envuelven con el calor de una fogata en un frío y apartado bosque
Aquellos que sostienen las piezas de su roto corazón juntos en su lugar

La mujer que yo amo
No es quien crees que es
Krusty Aranda Aug 2016
Las palabras eran balas que disparaba con los dedos.
Acariciaba las teclas de la máquina de escribir con delicadeza y pasión.
Vertía sus emociones, sus desgracias, sus alegrías, sus dolores, todas en una blanca hoja de papel.
La tinta nunca dejaba de correr.
Mayúsculas y minúsculas.
Puntos, comas y acentos.
Letras, números y símbolos.
Un teclado completo para experimentar.
Combinaciones de letras, de palabras, de sentimientos, de ideas.
Un libro o un poema.
Una canción o una novela.
Un ensayo o un sólo verso.
El escribía y tecleaba, y tecleaba y escribía.
Escribía para sí.
Escribía para todos.
Escribía para ella, sobre todo.
Y tecleaba y escribía.
Y sus dedos no cansaban.
Su lírica no dormía.
La prosa que antes sostenía.
El epíteto que añoraba.
Y sus lágrimas palabras.
Y su sangre tinta en verso.
El latir de su corazón marca el ritmo del tecleo.
Y escribía y tecleaba.
Mente llena de problemas, de ideas, de emociones, de fantasía.
La realidad se torna inefable.
Las palabras aún fluyen.
Los sentimientos se escabullen y se esconden en una rima.
Ella se disfraza en papel de apología.
Y tecleaba y escribía, y escribía y tecleaba.
Krusty Aranda Feb 2013
A broken heart won't change
what your love has done.
I'm strangely happy. I guess love just brings the best out of everyone... even when you're losing it.
Krusty Aranda Feb 2013
A broken heart won't
change what your love has done for
me to be myself.
Same poem, but in haiku form. It let me add just a bit more.
Krusty Aranda May 2015
V**engeance. I've thought about it once or twice before. To be honest, it was a recurring thought for a while. Now I'm not so sure if I want it.

I hated you for what you did to me. You hurt me really bad. You took advantage of my many weaknesses, and I still don't know why. But does it even matter anymore? We already talked about it; you apologized, and gave me as many reasons as you were comfortable telling. We're good now.

Well... Kind of. You're good. I'm not precisely broken, but I can't seem to stop liking you, even when I've seen a side of you that just puts me off. Yet I still sometimes dream about you. I wake up with you in my mind, but why? I'm not in love with you, although I do care much for you.

How do I forget you without losing you? You're still a good friend, and I really enjoy your company. I just want to forget I ever felt anything for you. I wish I knew how to. I wish it had meant as little to me as it did to you, but maybe I wish too much. Maybe I should start doing something about it.
Seven Letters: Letter #1
Krusty Aranda May 2015
Another day. One more class next to you. It somehow hurts to sit and listen to what you did last weekend, and what you'll do on this one, while I've been sitting home alone the whole weekend for the last two months. I lost myself when I lost you. I've been building myself up since then, but there's still a along way to go.

Now I'm even asking myself why I'm even writing this to you. I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me... am I? And even while you read this, would you care about how I feel?

There's times when I want to be with you, and times when I want to be as far away from you as possible. I'm so bitter-sweet about you. *You're tearing me apart!
Hope you get that reference. That'd mean you have a good cinematographical taste, which I know you have, but I still wonder if you've watched that movie. Maybe we should watch it together... *maybe.
Seven Letters: Letter #2
Krusty Aranda May 2015
N**ever would I have imagined you'd like me, even if it was only for a day.

You were so sweet to me. I loved the compliments you gave me, and I absolutely adored the way I made you blush and smile shyly and awkwardly. It somehow made you look even better than you already do.

Everytime we hugged I could feel how you would fit perfectly in my arms. It felt like the last piece of the puzzle was finally in place. The warmth you made me feel was unlike anything I had felt before, and when we kissed... well, I can't even begin to describe how your kisses made me feel. They took me out of this world, even out of my own body. They made me fly to a place where nothing could go wrong... but it eventually did.

It all went away as soon as it had come, but, even if it was short lived, I really developed feelings for you. My friends told me I was crazy, confused, even desperate.

You really just were too good... too good to be true.
Seven Letters: Letter #3
Krusty Aranda May 2015
E**very time I look at you, I remember the few days when I felt my life couldn't be better.

I had just made a huge change in my life, leaving the comfort of my family to start anew. Left behind the loneliness, the sadness, the monotony to finally do what I wanted to do, and my luck started to change right away.

I never thought it'd change that much, though. I really never expected to have feelings for you, as well as I never expected you to tease me in such a way.

But I don't blame you. If there's ayone to blame, that has to be me, still making the same mistakes I had promised myself I wouldn't make.

I guess things happen for a reason. I still don't know what the reason for this was.
Seven Letters: Letter #4
Krusty Aranda May 2015
S*aturday night I was still unsure if I wanted to go to that club with you. I didn't want to be witness of my defeat a couple months back. I was afraid to see you with someone else. Afraid I'd be drunk enough to fall apart right there. But, in the end, I decided to go.

You picked me up, and we went to your friend's house. On the way there, I kept wondering if you thought I looked handsome. We got there, and talked for a while with your friend (really nice guy, by the way). Then, we went for beer and hamburgers, and got back so you could get dressed.

Once you were all dressed up, and ready to go, I could hardly believe my eyes. I didn't say anything, but *GOD!
,  did you look gorgeous. I was honestly marveled at how stunning you looked.

The rest of the night went better than I had expected. You went your way, and I went mine, trying not to run into you as much. When the night was over, you dropped me off at my place, I got into bed, and blacked out, but that image of you in that dress, the deep, blue blazer, and high heels is forever imprinted in my brain.
Seven Letters: Letter #5
Krusty Aranda May 2015
S**omething inside of me can't let you go, even though I really want to, and I don't really know why. It maybe because I really love talking to you, and spending time with you. It may also be how I love the way you smile, the goofy gestures you sometimes make, and even the way you move.

You make me feel like I hadn't in a really long time, and I know I've said it many times before, but I just can't forget how the world just seemed right for a moment.

Maybe it's not even you. Maybe it's the baggage I've been carying, and you were just the one that crushed me under the weight of it.

Whatever the reason may be, and even though I want to forget you, I do not want to lose you. I'd love to be comfortable with just being your friend.
Seven Letters: Letter #6
Krusty Aranda May 2015
A**gain I dreamt about you, and, in my dream, you did it all over again. You tried to get back with me (as if we had ever been a thing), but this time I wasn't so sure about it.

You leaned in for a kiss. Our breaths synchronized, harmoniously fused into one. As your lips gently caressed mine, I found the strength in myself to say no. I wasn't going through it unless I knew you were commited to making it work... You weren't. When I saw you next, you were already with another guy. I woke up, mad at myself for having dreamt about you one more time. I guess it won't stop happening soon.

Anyway, this is it. This is the last letter I'm writing to you. I don't even know why I did this, but I did. I just wish you the best, and tell you not to worry about me. I'll know how to move on
Seven Letters: Letter #7
Krusty Aranda Mar 2014
You claim you never loved me.
I think you lie.
Krusty Aranda Feb 2014
Ohh, what life is?
What other than a simple fantasy.
A fleeting dream from which we will, sooner or later, wake up,
and, when we do, all that is left is the dream.
Whether it was a wonder or a nightmare,
that is up to us.
Krusty Aranda Apr 2013
As another day dawns
we get closer
to the end.
Life is all about dying day by day (this sounds nothing like me). I'll meet you all again in the end :)
Krusty Aranda Aug 2021
What fate is worse
than to die
trying to avoid
being killed?
Krusty Aranda Apr 2013
Die soon.
I was just told that a friend died while drunk driving. Will people ever learn? Rest in peace, old pal.
Krusty Aranda Jan 2013
Put a price-tag on
the head of every person.
Live as a puppet.
Not really sure where this came from. Not my best.
Krusty Aranda Sep 2015
Llueven las estrellas sobre mi cama.
Danzan a mi lado y se postran ante ti.
Canta el ruiseñor despuntando el alba.
Veo tus lindos ojos y me olvido de mi.

Sigo en mi sueño de tenerte a mi lado.
En mi lecho bendecido yacemos los dos.
Un rayo de luz asoma por la ventana
e ilumina tu desnudez; pura tentación.

Admiro tu belleza con mis cinco sentidos
y me pierdo, distraído en cada paso que doy.
¿Cómo he de aburrirme de todos tus encantos
si ellos me transforman en el loco que soy?

Sueño despierto cuando estás conmigo.
Y me levanto dormido si no estás aquí.
Tímido el latir de mi corazón cuando te veo.
Frenético su ritmo al verte partir.

Frágil es la piel que mis dedos recorren.
Exótica figura que dibujan al pasar.
Suaves son los labios que me besan cada noche.
Hipnotizantes ojos no me dejan de mirar.

Llueven las estrellas sobre mi cama.
Danzan a mi lado y se postran ante ti.
Se abren las flores al llegar la mañana,
al igual que tus ojos que se fijan en mi.
Krusty Aranda Mar 2012
Feel the tears roll down your face.
Hear my words fade with the wind.
Regret the words you didn't say,
the thoughts you kept while I was here.

Feel my hand lossen its grip.
Feel the warmth leaving my corpse.
Shed a tear to show you care.
Call for me even if I'm not there.

Two years from now will you remember
the laughs and joy we used to share?
Will you even dream about me?
Will you think of me every now and then?

And now as I leave the body,
would you tell me why you had to wait
for something to happen to me
to show that you really cared?
Written around the feeling of longing for someone who really doesn't care about you anymore, and wondering if they would care if you were here no more.
Krusty Aranda Sep 2015
I kept looking for you,
but you kept hiding away.
Krusty Aranda Dec 2014
I usually find myself lost in the vast space that is your body,
gazing at the stars that adorn every milimeter of you,
forming constellations that I like to trace with my fingers.

I can't breath whenever I go out of myself to explore you.
The oxygen gets thinner.
You steal my breath, and make it your own.

Two full moons stare back at me.
Both beautiful. Both glowing,
reflecting the light that your smile gives away.

The gravitational pull of your hips keeps drawing me towards you,
revolving around your heart.
Close enough, and, still, far away.
Orbiting you.

A shooting star that lost its course.
It heads directly to you.
Attracted by the scenery of this planet you've become.
Expectingly you brace for impact.

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2


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  **Boom!
Krusty Aranda Oct 2015
The ligths fade away.**

Engulfed in obscurity I search for an exit. I stumble on every piece of furniture in the room as I desperately crawl on the floor.; my head is already bleeding from the constant stumbling.

I try to feel my surroundings, but to no avail. I can't sense anything until I crash into it. It's almost as if it purposefully hides away, coming out only to beat me up.

I start to lose faith.

My body is weak and tired. I'm losing too much blood from seemingly, self inflicted wounds.

I manage to find a wall, and I press my back onto it. I sit on the floor, and burst into tears.


I have accepted my fate...



my darkened, lonely fate.
Krusty Aranda Feb 2014
I believe
I still love her
after all these years.
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