Biography of Paloma Castaneda
Paloma Castaneda Poems
My Little Brother
I had a little brother who played with me in the rain, I had a little brother who cried with me when I had pain, I had a little brother who'd sing me funny lullabys, I had a little brother who'd cry to me and love me.
The Warrior (An Excerpt)
The pale girl gripped the nurse's hand for a brief moment, clutching at the soft skin. It was an impulsive move, and normally the girl would berate herself for
Yes I may be the weak, But I'm the strongest one here, It's just no one knows that it's him whom I fear, Look into my eyes, for they tell a story so dark,
The first time I saw u, I fell for you Idk how, idk why, but I just did. Maybe I don't even understand the concept of love, People tell me I'm a child, a confused, disrupted child,
Theme For English B
The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you -
I will never understand why you had to leave. Still, I try to puzzle pieces together, hoping to find an answer; yet somehow, I am always unsuccessful. Maybe ou were needed somewhere
Falling through the dark, empty holes in the sky His hand drifts closer, his arms extend to mine
I want nothing more than love I want nothing more than happiness The two most seemingly simple things in life are actually the most complicated
He remained on his knees, Brought there by the chaos of the preceeding moments And the horror that befell him.
Underneath The Water
I'm underneath the water so cold yet my emottions grow hotter I helplessly sink losing the ability to think
They sit in silence now After an exhausting night of empty words Mere minutes pass, but they are hours He feels it fall apart
I want nothing more than love
I want nothing more than happiness
The two most seemingly simple things in life
are actually the most complicated
Is it really possible to let go?
Can I free myself from my own mind?
Without thoughts though
I'm constantly racing backward