Alexia Villanueva

Joined July 2017

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3 Wishes
A friend once brought up the talks of magic lamps and genies. At the moment I brought of the special fact of 3 wishes. 3 wishes to ask for anything.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Vows Poem
Vows poem Oct 9, 2017 at 12:45 AM I can’t say you're my soulmate, true love or my other half. It came true the day I told U I loved you
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Just Like a Period (It Wasn’t)
I had leaves growing inside of me, full of blood loved insides. Beautiful broken fruits as sweet as the strawberry juice
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
I Washed Myself
I washed myself in water, not the kind that is sugar sweet. The kind that makes your throat close up, makes your skin shiver,
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
How to Save a Life
Where did I go wrong, I lost friends but I’m still here. Wasting away to the sand dunes inside my mind. I pray to God he hears me.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
The Autobiography of Swirl
Mulatto; Mulatta Mestizo; Blanca Wedita; Hapa Weda; Half cast Africana; Halfrican Mulatta: Africana, Mestiza: Americana,
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Steps: How to Hurt the One That Said; "I Love You," but Didn't Mean It
Solution: 1 When your heart breaks into pieces and no longer wants to breathe, why not vanish them from your thoughts. Go morbid to the point where they never existed and never look back. Leave them to the dogs and get Starbucks.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
You Got None
This isn't a redemption game and i'm not trying to spit from the bible. If you were a true friend you would have gave me a
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
They Tell Me
I'm broken, but i'm not a wreck. Through the trouble, weight on the scars of my heart. I'm the worst to love, the worst to give confornt,
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Black Bird
Still highschool kids, that became best friends with a past that we could never completely escape, with a graveyard in my head.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Sins
A drama queen, baby, a fool, disapprovement are words that hit me like chasing windmills Friends are for life like the family we get stuck
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Brutality
These stories escape and we began to see a story of perspectives like rose-colored lips whispering secrets. My puzzle pieces form her skin like slivers of white charismatic flowers.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets