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It amazes me how ONE little stimulus can create a long chain of ripple effects. Same with our words and actions; they echo out, affecting a wide range of responses.

You are that unfolded and afflicting part of my soul…..

You direct the scenery so carefully

tapping into my angst

as if all my fears and all I abhor meet in one place

together they coalesce to inundate me

Youre detailed in what you draw out to me

 the situations you manipulate, the images you paint, the emotions you evoke

these thoughts advance even after I awake

the dark emotions over flow into reality

I helplessly reference the real world from the atmosphere you create in my head

You are the epitome of all that I fear in life

I’d rather show out of the closet for a spanking than to have you torment me….

Intellectually, I try to uncover you

But you have me running on an food conveyor

offsetting my effort to escape

You have me bonded…..

scraps and pieces of a poem Im working on…

you approach me expecting the usual intimidation you evoke from shallow eyes,

I can see right through you like a transparency

the surface design is complex, displaying grandiosity

But thin is the cover that conceals the weakness……..

every direction you turn is your territory,

wide and interminable

Unfold your Red Carpet,

walk over your own deceit,

absorb your fake glory

The world has stopped to watch you in adoration…………

A prelude of events must’ve made you

You sold your true self out

As if a gun was pointed to your head leaving you no choice

You’ve entered a race, the run is continually on

cheating yourself for something impossible to keep up with

You traded yourself for a fake disguise…………….

Like a balloon youre plumping,

yet hollower inside

With a prick, you are popped and deflated………..

A poem by Lorena Covarrubias (working on a title…any suggestions?)

  Of all these cluttered dots of people, a baffling individual as yourself emerges from my      casual glance

  Passing you by, I would not satisfy my curiosity to have you figured out

  What category would you fit? Im uncertain that I should even fit you into one

  What is the structure of your being? 

  I stare at your mysterious visage, I listen to your sensible words

  radiating exotic wisdom

  You are so distinct in your talk, in your thought

 How I wish this being can expose its nakedness to me

 How overwhelming to even begin to investigate  

 For not even by tracing back your pivotal life moments and childhood fixations can     psychoanalysis give an account of the elements that created a complex creature

 You are unknown, a tale to be unraveled…

 A universe within yourself