If you are going to walk away, 

stay away forever. 

Do it at once and never come back. 

Every day spent without you

will be an unending torture.

But if you stick to your decision

time will eventually pass by.

Do it without regrets and be sure about it,

Cut the ties harshly 

and allow me to forget

For if you leave me once

I’ll have a chance of surviving 

but if you do it twice, 

I’ll never breathe again. 

- Adriana C Nava S

@writingisimmortality

She was a broken beauty and I couldn't help to fall in love.

She was imperfectly beautiful,

her face was carved by angels,

her eyes were made up of crystals from which you could witness her soul.

She was gorgeous, but she didn't seem to know it, she was awesome but couldn't see it herself.

She was talented, madly creative, she was made up of stars, of this passionate energy that exploded inside of her, this sensitivity that made her both happy and sad, that sometimes built her up and other times destroyed her.

She was hard to handle, but not in a bad way, her emotions were too strong on every sense, she was a unique soul, the type that's hard to understand, but so easy to love.

She was messy but brilliant, a star that would often die just to be born all over again;

There were no in betweens with her. She loved intensely, felt deeply, laughed loudly, and cried like it rains.

She was brave... She was strong... she could pass by as fragile, but she wasn't. Her weaknesses were her strengths, what made her fall was what helped her stand up, what tore her apart was what made her shine.

She was born to stand out, meant to make a change...

She was a little insane... And I was afraid, terrified to loose her.

She was a gem, a treasure, an unstable star...

She didn't belong to this world, she danced along with her art...

yet she had a self destructive side, and I... wanted to save her, hold her, protect her, I tried to control her, but she was free like a bird... she couldn't be saved... I had to let go, all I could do was love her, and that's what I've done... and what I will be doing, forever.

- Adriana C Nava S

@writingisimmortality

Our bond is transcendental

that's the hardest part of it

For I can't let you go

and you won't let me leave

It's a bittersweet forever

As we remain

se-pa-ra-te-ly together.

- Adriana Carolina Nava Sosa

@writingisimmortality

I am not trying to win this game

this battle inside my heart

All I am doing

is trying to survive

because I am drowning on a sea

in which I can’t swim

I am jumping off a cliff

without knowing how to fly

and all Im trying

is to make sense of who I am

of this new lost identity

because I can’t recognize myself

wondering what happened to her,

the girl

before ever getting hurt

the one that didn’t numb her pain

with wine

the one that actually had

a life

the one that wasn’t scared

to fight for herself

the one that saw the sunlight

and drove everywhere

the one that could never hurt

those she cared for

The girl that I lost

the girl that I loved.

- Adriana Carolina Nava Sosa

@ writingisimmortality

I just uploaded this poem/philosophic argument for the prose app contest whose winner will be published on their soon to be released book. The contest was based on writing more than 500 words explaining the relationship between two things. So this is mine, it's about the relationship between Good and Evil and I worked so hard on it I would like to share it with you guys.

PROBABLY NO, PROBABLY YES.

Evil and kindness are placed on a continuum,

both marking the end of opposite sides.

Is like a giant ruler or a thermometer,

that measures how far you are from either one.

At the highest end you can find a heaven.

At the lower, a damned burning hell.

And on the middle, a mixture of forces, a controversial place that we call: The earth.

We tend to think that one completely excludes the other;

That the good could never be mixed with the bad.

But humanity is filled with complex compounds;

chemical forces that interact.

So while you are alive you can't be one or the other;

But a relative blend of lows and highs.

A saline solution of solutes and solvents

that are always in a constant fight.

Many times we've asked, how could someone be so wicked?

How could a human ever act that way?

We place pounds of judgement over others' actions,

without truly trying to get to understand.

Why?

Are we good or bad?

Well maybe we are both, or neither one.

Maybe there are demons and Angels within ourselves.

Under excuses the homo-sapiens race

is able to do the most outrageous stuff.

Atrocious actions, so out of control,

like taking away the life of innocent souls.

Children and people that've done nothing wrong,

must bear the consequences of wars and conflicts.

They can't plead innocent or guilty before they become convicts.

Others construct arms under the ideal of self defense;

Which then propagate like viruses and are used for completely different or distorted reasons.

Some hurt for ideals, others for religions,

and some for drugs.

Some for heartbreak, passion, money, or gold.

Some take vengeance, others kill to defend what they have to say.

There are millions of ways to be completely unfair.

Then there is the insane, the psychopathologic murderers,

that point a gun on their victim's head

and mercilessly kill them without regret.

But even these monsters have once been scared, and there most be at least one person for whom they care.

Then we have the less extreme cases of abuse;

The ones in which problems arise from different roots.

Sometimes is the lack of self-love that gets in the way of someone who genuinely wants to be fair;

Like the father who rejects his son for being gay,

Or the guy that cheats on his girlfriend with another girl.

Or the boy that is so desperate to belong somewhere, that becomes a part of a gang.

Or the mother that doesn't know how to talk to her girl, and calls her "fat" or "ugly" based on some incorrect criteria;

Causing on her daughter anorexia and bulimia.

But what about these, do they really understand the harm?

Are their intentions good, or just simple mistakes?

Aren't they capable of goodness as well?

Probably yes.

The homophobic father,

was he raised under a religion that considered homosexuality a sin?

Why would he reject the son he has raised and provided for all those years?

Or the cheater, was he pressured or convinced by friends?

Why would he hurt the girl he hugs at night everyday?

Or the boy, was he abandoned by his parents?

Why would he become a gangster when all he wants is a friend?

Or the mother, was she just scared for her daughter?

Was that her ignorant way to protect her from bullies?

Humanity is a paradox, an interaction of good an evil inhabiting in one place.

In which actions and words constantly contradict themselves.

Yet to make the relation between benevolence and wickedness more complex;

What about the unselfish acts of charitable events?

Or the altruistic spirits that recollect for the poor?

Or the sweet aunt that pays for her niece's school?

Or the sacrifices a single mother makes so she can feed her girls?

Or the parent that dies by protecting its child from being raped?

Or the suffering of a teenage couple that places it's baby for adoption, just to give it the option of having a better life?

Are they capable of sinful acts as well?

Probably yes.

The generous man who donates for a cause, can also be a husband who hits his wife.

And the good aunt with strong family bonds, could be a manufacturer of bombs.

Or the mother who stays strong for her daughters, could also be a drug importer.

Or the deceased parent killed by a pedophile, could have been the one who robbed a bank.

And the teens of sorrowful mistakes, may be the bullies that messed up with others' heads.

So we go back to the idea of the measurement scale;

To which degree of evil and kindness do all of these pertain?

What leads them to live in this duality between two states?

Is it in our human nature to act this way?

Is the interaction of these energies unavoidable?

Do we have the right to judge a crime for which we're all responsible?

Probably no, probably yes.

It remains a mystery until this day.

- Adriana C Nava S-

@writingisimmortality

Xenophobia definition:

an unreasonable fear or hatred of foreigners or strangers or of that which is foreign or strange.

XENOPHOBIA (poem) :

Well my opinion is simple

if what makes you happy doesn't hurt anybody else.

Go ahead, Why not ?

We are all different, whether we like it or not.

Is not like one type of person

will take over the world and eat the rest.

People are different, on culture, ethnicity or race...

On sexuality, gender, religion, beliefs, and a lot more as well...

So why the hell does everyone needs to be like you?

Don't make the atrocious mistake the Nazi's

did against the Jews;

Our differences mean nothing

When compared to our most important similarity

I have heard it is called H-U-M-A-N-I-T-Y

How could you even prefer for a little girl to starve on the streets,

Over her living in a home of gays fathers

that give her what she needs.

Tell me, if your son likes boys,

would you wait for him to kill himself,

To regret your ignorant choice,

of rejecting him for being gay.

Wouldn't you desire for him joy

or for his voice to be heard?

No matter who he is...

Doesn't he deserve to live without pain destroying his soul?

I believe in a God, that does no wrong.

And bullying is not correct... At all

So how could you say his voice

demands for you to reprimand other beings?

What happened with compassion and love?

I believe... That's the true source of our Lord.

Humans are shaping and twisting his words...

Please do not speak for him.

Don't be like those who plant a bomb on a bulding

don't be blind enough to believe...

You must destroy what you don't agree with.

- Adriana C. Nava S

I know you can't forget me

And that in my memory you remain

What is this game we are both playing?

Is it called: "adrenaline for pain?"

For we keep trying to move on

yet always sabotage each other

We keep pretending we aren't bothered

yet our scars are spilled all over

like the stains of blood on a white floor.

"Us" is everywhere we go, in my mind and in yours.

And I say I want to be away yet destiny keeps making us

Bump

And it all restarts

at that precise moment in which your eyes encounter mine

We switch roles between the cat and the mouse

Playing the game of hide and seek and run?

We keep blocking just to unblock

And for ignoring, we take turns.

What game are we playing?

The one of loosing each other

over and over again?

As if once wasn't rough enough,

Our goodbyes are always awful

and the saddest part

we are not having fun.

Because it isn't a game,

And we are not playing

We are just victims

of pain tattooed on our eyes

Broken since young,

having fortresses around our hearts

made of stiff stone

Since we are terrified of admitting

That we're irreversibly

In love.

- Adriana C Nava

Go ahead, judge me.

I dare you.

But first...

Take a journey through my memories.

Make sure that you know exactly how it feels to be me,

that you feel the rancid acid in your veins and that strong punch in your stomach

when you encounter with my pains.

That you feel the shivering on your skin when you walk through my fears.

make sure you love just as intensely everything I have loved,

and enjoy with passion each and every of my joys.

Wear my brain, my emotions, my temperament, my body, my hair as if they were a suit.

Run after the dreams I have pursued.

But most of all, detail my soul, as if it were the palm of your hands.

And whenever you are done experiencing being me,

Take some time to sink in, all you've seen,

And ask yourself convincingly,

If you would have done anything differently.

- Adriana Carolina Nava Sosa

BROKEN PROMISES

Days walking on the park,

Evenings dancing on the stars.

Sleepless nights talking about feelings;

Our love could battle the toughest wars.

All those letters, all those words,

Our plan of taking over the world.

I woke up one morning and they were all gone.

Tell me love, all those broken promises; where do they now belong?

- Adriana Carolina Nava Sosa