Sunday, November 29, 2015

The higher hierarchy (The Duel Part II)



I had a dream that I shouldn’t go to school this semester, a warning that I was in great danger of failing. Oh I should have listened. Little did I know there would be a witch like you there, casting your spells, making me fail. Well I’ve had enough! You may have the power to fail me, but you don’t have the power to banish me, that remains with the higher hierarchy. You’re a cruel disgusting bitch! You’re Dolores Umbridge and I’m Sybill Trelawney.  You may think I am a useless dumb person, but I predict you’re in grave danger! Now go ahead and throw me out because you know I’m right. But for every step you take up the stairs, I will take one down because I believe in honesty. I’m defenseless now! Oh how could the higher hierarchy allow such foul! But the higher hierarchy is corrupted now.    

You're injustice! You're unmoral! You are the higher hierarchy! You think you’re the hero, you think you are part of the Order, well if that’s the case then I’ll join the Death Eaters tonight as we rattle your cage. If the teachers have gone mad then we’ll burn the school down! Incendio! Ignis! Eternus! Intra! Animus! Flamma! Infinito! Now inferi in the firestorm as your precious school is reduce to ash. I am reborn like a phoenix rising from the depths of hell, I triumphant over your cell, and break free of the spell. Show yourself! Take off that veil you wear so well as though you were a saint in a room full of sinners. But the only sin in this room is your corruption. 

You may think you’re the headmaster that has earned everyone’s respect but I know they are just your pawns under your imperious spell. Your magic doesn’t work on me anymore, now I have powers beyond your spells! Crucio! You will answer to me now! You little bitch! How dare you take a pass at my grades! Crucio!! Stop spewing lying! You fucking cunt! How dare you dishonor me! Crucio!!! You are nothing more than a whore, robbing every one of their dignity! You shameless person! I had a dream that you were dead, now Avada Kedavra! I cross the stage and take your place; I am now the higher hierarchy.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

The rise of friendship



The past is a tricky thing; it’s always there like a cold shiver that slides down your back, reminding you what happened is behind you now.  Yet at the same time the past is also in front of you, lurking in the darkest shadows that no light can ever illuminate. The past is like a revolver with only one bullet, it’s constantly clicking and turning until the bullet meets the barrow. Then Bang! The door to the past opens and there you see an old friend. Those hard felt emotions you once claimed you would never feel again have suffered to your heart. And here you are, at the peak of your rise.   

I never thought we would meet again after everything we been through. But that’s to show that anyone that can clash and burn can be resurrected. So what’s up, how you been? - is usually how it goes. And then you talk and talk and talk some more until you make arrangements to meet.  But something isn’t right- I can feel it in your type. Your words are great but they don’t match your brain. You can talk a great game but playing it is a whole another game. When words don’t meet actions you know you’ve been played. Then all of a sudden you realize you been playing Russian-roulette this whole time and I got the bullet.  

But the thing about the past is tricky; you think you know the past, yet at the same time you don’t know anything about it. The past comes and goes like a cold shiver down your back, sending pain in cold fragments to your brain. The images become distorted and blurry by the bullet that you thought was going to be the rise of your friendship. But then click! And then bang! A new door is open just like that and here is the rise of friendship you didn’t expect- a friend you thought was dead.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

The walls to an empty house



There used to be a home quite nice and sweet
It used to be like grandmas but much more things
Leather sofas, cushion seats, fine china, menagerie
It was a home of luxury
The walls were filled with rich memories
And on holidays family would come
But from night to day everything was gone
No one was sure why the house went dull
It was like someone robbed the home of all its sweet love and joy
And what was left was very bitter
That when December came no one visited
Years and years went by
And the walls to an empty house cried
The tears filled the house with dust
And soon enough the house turned gray just like the lady

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Pecado Del Padre



el día usted nació
era un día especial
porque te dieron vida
un vida especial

no eres como los otros
eres un virgen entre los pecadores
usted es decente
como la gente limpia
pero nunca alcanzará dieciocho

la agua en que te banas
no esta bautizando te
el jabón que usted usa es el jabón del tu padre
un padre maldito
un padre cochino
un padre que esta lleno de enfermedades pasando a usted

que cruel es la vida
que falta tienes que te lavartes con tu padres pecados
los niños no deber pagar                                                                              
usted eres bueno
pero los niños pagará los pecados del los padres

el dicho esta dicho
el bien con el mal
la piel infectada con pecados
el día se hace noche
la luna no brilla
las estrellas mueren
Y la tempesta biene

no hay un paraguas
que puede parar la tormenta
porque las lagrimas estan cayéndose en tu pecho
es el finito
el final de tu vida
proque cayetes muerto
maldito sayo el pecado de tu padre

Monday, November 23, 2015

Fallen



Everything is fine, everything is perfect. I love the way you always laugh at every mistake I make. Every wrong turn I take is another high step you make. By the ladder you are the highest majesty parading around in your golden throne, looking down at those who’ve dug themselves in holes. No one can hold a card to your name, yet every card you hold has the power to destroy. You win the game and win the war while I lose and die silently because I don’t have a voice around your golden words. But for once I want to see you fail at life. I want to see you fall from grace and be ashamed of the choices you made. I want to cut your wings and break your halo. I want to condemn you to hell so I can see you burn. I want to cut your throat so I won’t hurt. I want to be able to write you off as a failure in life and then laugh. I want to scream to the world that you have fallen from grace and that I have been promoted to god. Everything is not fine and nothing is perfect for I have fallen and you have ascended.