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Welcome to my diary..
I decided that it's time for to search for my own answers to my personal problems, instead of needing others' opinions.
For this reason, this diary is private from now on.
You may read the older entries that I left public. Mostly poems and musings. :-)
- Juan Morey
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Villa Mella
Hoy mi familia y yo fuimos al temible barrio de Villa Mella a buscar un chicharrón, con el doble propósito de montarnos en el Metro (ya es mi segunda vez).
Nos trasladamos a la estación de Centro De Los Heroes, en donde tomamos el tren de las 9:00 am.
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Powerouts don't suck entirely...
Life under the candlestick.
I... must... write
The words must come
The thought must flow
Ideas should grow
By candlelight I must make haste
The candle wax I should not waste
Forget myself I must
Forget my lust, I must
Relax the least, at most.
From dawn to dusk, I must.This is for every poet who has seen his candle consumed under his pen at night. Or for ( Read more... ) -
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MotherFUCKING government!!!
*sorry guys - I hate powerouts*
DAMN! -
Naturally beautiful
So you say you love this earth?
And you think your backyard is pretty? Check this out:
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Powerouts
The electric power came back after three and a half hours... this has been happening everyday for the past week, and the powerouts are progressively longer ( Read more... ) -
Btw, this is NOT my mood... ;)
My wretched self.
I walk in the rain,
to hide from my tears.
I wash in the rain,
to cleanse all my fears.
I wish for the rain,
to cloud up the day,
To join my distress.
Copyrighted by Juan Morey.
Use as desired.
Dedicated to the only special woman in my life, apart from my Mother, Grandma and Grandma. -
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I’ve come to like the cold shower at night. They’re refreshing in this climate.
I used to think these showers were cold. They’re nowhere near as cold as some other things...
More later.
For now, a poem;
As cold as death, as cold as nothing,
Dragging me downstream
Coming from upstream
Frozen in parts, broken as a heart,
Ice in spikes... prickles!
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Another day rolls by,
and I'm not the man I want to be.
The day seemed to drag on forever,
now that it's over, it seemed it whizzed by me.
24 hours less, 24 hours I could have used
to be the man I'm meant to be.
24 hours times many months already,
and I know where I want to be.
24 hours and many months already,
why am I not where I want to be?
