Shaun
I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.
I didn't want to have to think, o care about anything. I wanted to die.
I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.
I became the loner.
I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores por a head. The kid with coal black eyes.
The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried, but were failing miserably. I was detached. Somehow, not here.
I thought I was beyond help. Beyond reaching.
As it turns out, you're not always right.
Serena
It was my first día at school. I was transferring, in the middle of the semester, to a school in Phoenix. I was moving here with my mom.
The school was relatively big, but what was different was that the each grade had lunch at a diiferent time from the others.
Only one of the 600 other 10th graders really stood out. A tall, intimidating boy wearing a black camisa, camiseta and black jeans, and surprise, surprise, black combat boots. We're talking the kind of guy who looks like he's been through a lot. He stared at people as if every single one of them had murdered him in a anterior life.
He sat at his own table, the one in the far corner. His arms were crossed, the mesa, tabla in front of him entirely clear.
I didn't know anyone here; no one had even noticed I was new. It was unlikely I would be able to sit anywhere but there, and taking my soda and apple, I crossed the room.
I reached the table. Everyone was staring at me. There was no doubt about it; I was new here.
Shaun
She walked with a grace that was almost inhuman; her dark brown hair waved down halfway down her back. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were brown. The colour of chocolate. Clear eyes, that seemingly appeared deep, yet unfathomable at the same time.
She looked nothing like the Arizona blondes tu get used to when tu live here, the barbie-orange ones that all play voleibol o something.
But she was much más beautiful than they all were. She was real.
That was the very first time I saw her.
I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.
I didn't want to have to think, o care about anything. I wanted to die.
I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.
I became the loner.
I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores por a head. The kid with coal black eyes.
The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried, but were failing miserably. I was detached. Somehow, not here.
I thought I was beyond help. Beyond reaching.
As it turns out, you're not always right.
Serena
It was my first día at school. I was transferring, in the middle of the semester, to a school in Phoenix. I was moving here with my mom.
The school was relatively big, but what was different was that the each grade had lunch at a diiferent time from the others.
Only one of the 600 other 10th graders really stood out. A tall, intimidating boy wearing a black camisa, camiseta and black jeans, and surprise, surprise, black combat boots. We're talking the kind of guy who looks like he's been through a lot. He stared at people as if every single one of them had murdered him in a anterior life.
He sat at his own table, the one in the far corner. His arms were crossed, the mesa, tabla in front of him entirely clear.
I didn't know anyone here; no one had even noticed I was new. It was unlikely I would be able to sit anywhere but there, and taking my soda and apple, I crossed the room.
I reached the table. Everyone was staring at me. There was no doubt about it; I was new here.
Shaun
She walked with a grace that was almost inhuman; her dark brown hair waved down halfway down her back. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were brown. The colour of chocolate. Clear eyes, that seemingly appeared deep, yet unfathomable at the same time.
She looked nothing like the Arizona blondes tu get used to when tu live here, the barbie-orange ones that all play voleibol o something.
But she was much más beautiful than they all were. She was real.
That was the very first time I saw her.
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two por fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make amor to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the rosas are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two por fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make amor to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the rosas are dying
love bites
A año hace in my calculation,
A año ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
amor isn’t a toy and never was.
amor is what tu cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.
A año ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
amor isn’t a toy and never was.
amor is what tu cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.
