Biography of Paloma Castaneda
Paloma Castaneda Poems
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 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
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
He remained on his knees,
Brought there by the chaos of the preceeding
And the horror that befell him.
There he knelt,
Just by the bomb-blasted breach
Now bearing a body.
He didn't need to see the face,
For he knew that it could only be one person