Krusty Aranda

Krusty Aranda Dec 2013

Winter comes again,
and with it comes the snow.
Freezing in a living room
sits a broken man alone.
He stares at the television
looking for a reality
he once knew was there,
but soon faded into calamity.
A hole-filled blanket covers him
trying to fight away the cold,
but you can't fight what lives inside.
The bitter man grows old.
His eyes still fixed on a deceitful screen.
His mind non-existent for his thoughts aren't his own.
A man dead in life lies still on the couch
while he searches for reality. A reality gone.

Krusty Aranda Dec 2013

Love Wasn't Enough

For months I thought it was your love I needed to keep me alive.
Recently I found out I was wrong.
It is your hate which gives me life.

Every piercing word you've said.
Every attack towards me,
it gives me strength.
It gives me joy.
It gives me everything I lacked.
FUN!

I feed on your hate towards me,
so please, baby, hate me.
Hate me!

Sharpen your words so they pierce even further.
Make your thoughts sting me, and leave me bleeding.
I know you like it, and so do I.

Hate.
Hate.
Hate me!!

Forget about the love!
Such a weak feeling, waiting for the wind to shatter it.
Instead lets hate each other.
**** me so I can be alive.

Hate me, baby. Hate me!
Feed me with your hate.
After all, you don't seem to love me anymore,
so enter my sick game.

;)

Krusty Aranda Nov 2013

Whenever I Think Of Her

Whenever I think of her
I remember the good times.
The laughs and love we used to share.
The passion in my rhymes.

Whenever I think of her
I remember how we talked.
The long hours on the telephone
would never seem enough.

Whenever I think of her
I think of her blue eyes.
The purity of her perfect smile.
Her lips would tell no lies.

Whenever I think of her
I remember all the pain.
The despicable actions that she made.
The hope she gave me in vain.

Whenever I think of her
I remember how I changed.
She made me be a better man
by breaking what she had made.

Krusty Aranda Nov 2013

Hypocrisy (10w)

Values are not to be preached,
but to be **practiced.

Krusty Aranda Nov 2013

Redefining Love

Bed sheets impregnated with her essence.
Towels dripping the sweetness of her skin.
Wild thoughts invading my subtle thinking.
Her scent still lingering in my senses and my soul.

A fleeting heartbeat was skipped the moment our eyes met.
All reality vanished as distance disappeared.
Poetry struck me as I chose my words carefully.
A smile was virtously drawn on her face when I held her hand.

The world conspired for us to meet then.
Not before. Not after.
Just at the right moment.
We pushed fate away as it pulled us back to its path.
We lost ourselves in each other in just the blink of an eye.

A voice so heavenly angels should be jealous.
A mind so priviledged she understands me whole.
Her eyes so pure and lively even diamonds are just stones.
Her sweet embrace so warm she could reignite the sun.

Love has been reinvented, and now it wears her name.
Beautiful turns ugly whenever she's around.
If perfection's bound to gods, then she must be a goddess,
and I'd worship only her for her blessings are all mine.

Krusty Aranda Nov 2013

Best Of You

I've got another confession to make.
I'm your fool.
You got me living for you,
working for you,
dying for you.

You gave me something that I didn't have,
but had no use.
It was never real.
It was nothing but a lie.
You used me to your convenience
until I had nothing more to offer to you.

Are you gone, and on to someone new?
Is he even better than me?
Where did you meet?
Is someone getting the best of you?

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real.
The pain you feel?
The life?
The love you died to hear?

Even though I lost you,
and like you, many more,
I swear I'll never give in.
I'll refuse.

I thought I'd use some lyrics from a song I like, and mix them up a bit with some of my own poetry. Here's the result of my first try. Song is (as the title says) "Best of You" by the Foo Fighters.

Krusty Aranda Nov 2013

X and Y

You and I were born here in the same world.
For this one brief life we're beneath the same sky.
The great flow of time.
The wide expanse of space.
We are lucky enough to share this lifetime we get.

We can gain more if we give.
By taking we only lose.
Let us make this a new age where we show our gratitude.

There's a fragile bud of hope blooming in each of our hearts.
Don't you take that away.
Our dreams are meant to be shared.
Let it grow.
Let it live.
Let us see what it'll bring.

When we share our love we make a beautiful world.
Search it out, and find the way.
The point where we can all meet.
The point where we're the same.
There it lies: the future we seek.

Start from there, and then we'll forge a world where all can be free.
Free to dream, and free to smile.
Free to be who we will be.
Let's make sure we create a world of our hopes and dreams.

In our brief lives
we've managed to meet.
Treasure this gift.
This precious time that we have.

Found during the ending credits of Pokémon X and Y. I do not own this at all, I just thought I should share it.