Category: WRITING POEMS
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Drifting Away ©
I cannot cry any more tears my entire body is suffocating my mind my breathing is hollow my vision is blurry I wish I could cry I am tired of screaming I can not keep on fighting the same old fight I am exhausted and mortified Perhaps I have not…
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Recognition ©
The urgency of my words it is not desire for recognition but recognition of my own worth. The power within the struggle that lives ideas and poems conversations and screams… Worlds of endless realities worlds of possibilities and so, my friends, here I stand in silence for you to stay. …
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In My Head ©
Trying to justify every word that comes into my mind, is like trying to justify the necessity of air. By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) #carolinaswords – 2016 ©
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Paper Cuts, We Can All Handle. ©
The sharp edges of your letters made my heart bleed and wonder: how come you said you loved me and now I had been left alone to ponder? By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) August 1st, 2016 © #carolinaswords
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The L Words ©
The words Lovely and Lonely sound alike, and sometimes feel alike. Beauty exists in both, and abandonment lies at their core. As parallel energies they flow, as opposites they come and go. As you and me, you and I, both, Lovely and Lonely sound alike, and sometimes feel alike; but…
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Our Shelter ©
The distance might be our salvation because it allows us to see the big spectrum. From far away, I can see you from far away, I can feel you. The distance is indeed is our salvation an ally that increases emotions, an ally that enhances momentum. The meaning of our…
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Piece of Me ©
“Some levels of peace and tranquility can be achieved by the acceptance of one’s mistakes.” CarolinasWords Carolina Gonzalez – (Carolina Portilla Garcés) © July 11th, 2012 #carolinaswords
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Words ©
“May words capture my essence because this air is stealing my mind.” CarolinasWords – Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garces) By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) November 26th, 2012
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Freedom, They Want ©
The chaos could be quite annoying; but it is in this chaos where I find my voice, a timid construction of emotions that frees itself from my control. Silence can be in absence when I devour what gives me life: screams of beauty and ugly lines that give me pleasure…

