I work In an office with closed doors
I go out to places I don't want to go
My life consists of everything I never imagined
And Still I can't get out of it
I never chose to have this living
But for some reason It choose me
I stay up thinking about what I really wanted
About the things I would like to do on the weekends
With the imaginary friends that accompany me to
those places
I'm the person that I want to be
But people say you should be thankful for what you have
But my reality is that I wish  I was someone else
That I didn't suffer from migraines
That I didn't have to go on a diet
And I was surrounded by pets
Maybe some day when I die
I get to  live all over again
The Life and the people that made sense,

You make me want to Throw up
Your food is so bad I might choke and die
With Disgusting flavors and smells
Suddenly, I don't feel so well
Food is suppose to be Enjoying
Not like the one you serve, Its annoying
I cant stand thinking you could earn money
Out of the awful food you Serve.
Please, go to hell
Food is suppose to be good, not bad
Otherwise I wont buy.
Goodbye and farewell,
To your food from hell
I wont eat it never again
Please Lord..
They make the worst hamburger in the world
This gotta stop
You have to change the food
You ruined my adulthood


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Have you found that thing yet?
That thing that makes you feel at peace
Have you found the meaning of your life yet?
And I'm not talking about a wife and kids.
Is something that comes at ease
Do you have that It thing?
Tell me what It is
Some people have tons of ****
And I only feel bliss
And we will never be complete
Until we find that thing
That thing inserted in your mind
That you should be someone,
Someone Important,
Otherwise you've failed as a person.

Interrupted dreams and desires
By my daily routine
Interrupted breathing.
I can barely breathe
From the dust that surrounds me
From all the pain that caused me
This life interrupted
The things that make me happy.
Because I gotta do my laundry,
And pay bills , no other way to live
I cant even have a hobby
No energy or money
And again I cant breathe,
I got an allergic reaction from
Not pursing my dreams.

I hate it, I despise what I do.
Cause It aint true
I'm not happy, I change my mind
I wanna go back in time
And say no to all those lies
That made me become the person I am
Today, I'm Sad, lost, and depressed
Without a purpose,
Without a cause,
Without anything I care about,
Life is hard when you don't love what you do
You only wish you could fly to the moon
Or leave the world you're In
You only want to dream
About places you haven't been
Cause you're tired of living only to survive
You don't feel alive
If I could start over, erase and rewind
Maybe later, maybe Never

Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f

Nadie quiere amar
Solo alejan la posibilidad de  
Pensar que es posible ser amado
Solo siento que me pierdo en mi
mundo de tristeza
Luchando por estar en paz
Nadie quiere , nadie viene, nadie vuelve
Y sera que soy yo quien repela al amor
Al vivir, al querer ser feliz?
Me falta completar en la vida
Andar con la frente en alto
y decir que no me importa con quien ando
Esperar que algun dia llegue ese momento
En el cual me sienta bien y no mal
Y dejar de esperar en que alguien va llegar
Que se quede y que se quede..
Y que no me deje ir jamas.