Yours Truly
Ana Castillo |
Bronx, Ny |
Media Studies Major at Queens College Photographer, Writer and Enthusiast The world is my my book, I edit the pages. |
Standing |
Eyes wide open |
Open field |
Field of flowers |
Flowers of love |
Love of lust |
Lust for him |
Him being wrong |
Wrong for me |
Standing. |
I see the past. |
Past voices. |
Voices that speak. |
Speak loud and scream |
Scream to forget |
Forget those reflected |
Reflected in the mirror. |
Mirror of imagination |
Imagination of the young |
Young and innocent |
Innocent and unaware |
Unaware of the world. |
World of evil |
Standing |
Tears pouring down |
Down on lost trust |
Trust to not break promises |
Promises that are consumed |
Consumed with lies |
Lies that cree... |
Why are we slaves to our subconscious?
As children, we are given love.
We breathe love and celebrate it
When we grow older, we open our hearts to another.
Why does our first love mark the end of our feel of love?
As our hearts become tainted with agony,
We replace that initial careless feeling with the pain.
When we recover, we trust less.
How can you ever love again?
Is it possible for you to remember the first feel of love?
The frightful beating of your...
I wouldn't dwell on the past,
unless I wanted you here present.
The past was good.
It was all joy
I was confused, felt like a toy
Mesmerized.
Spoke enough, then too much,
You live, learn, accept.
Your gone, now back.
Then gone, and back.
Forgive me but you must stay.
I must taste your lips again.
Your the poison that I picked,
I wish to bleed its joyous pain.
To not be sane, or ready.
Would be a great mistake,
Endeavored in your being, I'd
Love to have thee.
My dreams died with the shadows that overtook the night
I loved you like no other
I probably do, still
Your absence filled my nights with sorrow
Endless times, thinking it was me
I'm not complete
But now, it all lies underneath
My army consisted of two warriors
They would stand side by side no matter what
No matter how much blood was spilled
No matter how much... Bodies were killed
One body would return home
One body will live to tell, and pass it all on to the future
Silly to think that the cow really d...
Those nights I'd think I would never let go.
When his heart was the resident in the presidential suite of my heart.
When my thoughts raced like horse's adrenaline at the end of a race.
I was stranded, I was one, I was lonely.
There's no greater pain, than falling in love.
Specially when that person never even dated you.
They become the dreams you don't want to wake up from.
The reason you don't finish your meals.
The streak of motivation when you just can't seem to keep going.
But then they leave.
L...
Ana Castillo |
Bronx, Ny |
Media Studies Major at Queens College Photographer, Writer and Enthusiast The world is my my book, I edit the pages. |