Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Blanket of Lies
Truth. It is harsh and mean and cruel. It scratches at my skin and leaves blood on my hands. I don't like the truth. Lies. They are soft and comforting, and thrilling in the way that they can turn my world upside down in mere seconds. I stitch together all of your lies, each and every one of them. I make myself a blanket and wrap it around me. I am yours, safe in my blanket of lies.
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Broken Heart
My heartbeat sped up so fast as the tears slid down my face. The deep hole in my chest widened, until I was sure it had suffocated my heart. I took two fingers and gently placed them on my wrist, making sure that I had not died from the pure devastation that was life.
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Fate
Not everything happens for a reason. There are things in our life that don't always matter. Sometimes, we meet some people, remember them for some days, but forget them. They leave no impact in our lives. Not everything happens for a reason. Not everything is important. Fate does not exist.
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- The honest truth
You're not wonderful or unique in any single way. You're the typical person in this typical world and you're going to die and be forgotten, just like every other person on this planet.
-John Mayer
- Sad
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, "No, I'm happy for you?" That's when it's really sad.
Anonymous
- Broken
And then I felt sad, because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed. And this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young, and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.
anonymous
- Sadness
I thought that I knew what real pain felt like, but I was mistaken. I didn't know the agonizing torment, until I saw the way you looked at her. And that's when I realized, that I knew the true feeling of pain.
R.C.(Posted by Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez)
- Sleep
My daughter said she wanted to sleep forever. So I made a game with her to see how long she'll last but turns out she cheated, because the bottle of pills she took helped her win the game.
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Chameleon in Disguise
Beware of the tricky chameleon, who has lost his true color. The tricky chameleon who has changed so many times, he knows not of his origin. The tricky chameleon who tells lies, but only because he cannot tell the truth.
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Whisper
Do you ever want to scream all of the things going through your head, all of the thoughts that have been in there for far too long? But you won't even whisper them aloud, for fear that you'll disturb someone else?
Unkown
- Alone
Have you ever stood there feeling oh so alone as people talked all around you? Have you ever felt that no matter how full the room was, you were alone?
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Carousel
We flew high, above the rest. We tried hard - we did our best. Yet, we never could get away. It was like we both rode on a carousel in a deserted park. We were forever alone, forever stuck on the ride that never went anywhere. Around and around, over and over, yet neither of us had the guts to jump off. I guess that's where we're alike at. We both fear the other rides.
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Almost
She almost told him to wait. He almost turned around. She almost said, "But, I love you." He almost said, "I wanted to love you." She almost didn't break down. He almost loved her. She almost forgot he didn't. He almost saved her. She almost didn't cry. He almost tried. But then she died. If only he had turned around, she wouldn't be six feet underground.
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Life is a game
Life is a game. Some people cheat. Some people play hard. Some don't even try. Some win. Some lose. Some people make friends. Some make enemies. In the game there are rules. And sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you don't have enough time or money or power to jump over those rules.
Destinie Rodriguez-Lopez
- Work until Death
We work until our minds are filled with thoughts of work. We work until our dreams are the same repetitive product, over and over. We work until our hands are rough, our site is gone, and our hearing is nowhere to be found. Yet we still work. Why? Because we don't want to leave a bigger hole in our family's life when we die, than we already have to. So we work to fill that hole.
