Poems from Carrillo.Erica96

As I sit in my chair, practicing the traditions of bowing, blessing my heirThe thrown is now emptyMy body melts in the chairDrinking and...
Sometimes I wonder How could I make a kite fly Even when weighed down by a boulder How could I make these diseased things happy They want...
Behind this false face, remain flawless conflictions- A mask of such wrath, and endless contradiction Good deeds are unseen, Anger is...
She traveled for days, in a maze with no direction destined for an escape from depression driven by disaffection By fate she felt a...
On days of satisfaction I embrace the lights that illuminate our urban lifestyles But on days of frustration I am capable of bending that...

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