Castle in Spain

"The happiest world on earth isn't the castle of Disney, But it is your dreams."

Castle in spain is a metaphor that means a dream that won't come true or almost impossible to become real.

These dreams are those feelings and emotions that we've been thinking to happen but it won't.

Dream to Disney

We're having a trip and I'm your guide.

Greetings! O fellow people,

I'll narrate every detail and event for you to understand.

We're on our way to the funniest land.

But when we reached our destination my mood changed,

My eyes became dark and red,

I pulled out my gun and pinned your hands behind your back,

forced you to walk into a room full of nightmare.

Hearing people scream in pain

In my ears is perfection.

Its greasy texture makes it more nurture,

No wonder it's from nature.

It's everything in my mind that you're running in a forest with fright.

You noticed that there's something not right.

You looked around the place and all you see is one light.

You ran away holding a towel; shouting out loud,

Then you found this tower high so far,

You saw a girl with golden long hair hanging in the walls, bloody and dead.

You ran away again and saw this lady who's white as snow--

The lady in the gossips who they said she blows.

Her tongue was cut out in half and her head's cut like a bowl.

In shocked you ran away once again.

You saw the girl who they call Belle,

But she's laying in the ground and you look on her side--

There's her Prince, the beast.

Eating her body and groaning,

He's enjoying every part of her eating like it's a meat.

He saw you standing and watching,

So he did is he ran after you, chasing you.

With shock and tears, you ran for the last time.

You saw a door, it's vintage and old.

You opened it up and someone greeted you.

Yes, that's me, the one narrating your story.

Wake up now and see the reality.

Hello! Welcome to Disn—...

—Uno, Castle in Spain.

» 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢

Illicit Connection

We're just at the beginning

But why it does feel like we're already ending?

I want to prove myself

But your assurance can't help.

Let's keep on chatting and talking

Until we're yawning and sleeping.

Give me your final answer and bond it with stapler.

Don't be undecided and keep me reminded

That my love is just for you and not for someone like you.

Im'ma ask one more time "are you sure with me?"

If your answer is "yes" then it's for sure, I guess.

I fuckin' hate that mixed signal.

Does that mean you're not into me?

I don't care you're still for me.

Am I selfish? Then yes, Not gonna lie.

Everyone who contradicts will be slapped with a paddle.

Give me your final answer and bond it with stapler

Don't be undecided and keep me reminded

That my love is just for you and not for someone like you

Im'ma ask one more time "are you sure with me?"

If your answer is "yes" then it's for sure, I guess.

—Dos, Castle in Spain.

» 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

O Beloved Luna

As the night sets in the sky

The beloved moon took my sight.

Shining like a beautiful light,

Seeing everybody's fight.

You always see my struggles

Like a diary seeing through me.

You've saw all of it

My tears and fears as if I am a walking mess.

You are my beloved Luna,

The moon I'll always love

My symbol of hope,

In this world where I am lost.

Luna, you've been my guide

Like a compass in my past

You held me up as if I'm a fly

And you'll always be my luna, as if you're the brightest star in my darkest nights.

—Tres, Castle in Spain.

» 𝙾 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊

Fornicated Night (containing explicit content)

I met this girl at a club near the city,

She's so hot and meaty,

Can't deny my eyes are looking at her body,

It's way more juicy.

I went near to her and asked her name,

"Hey Ms. Isn't it a little bit hot in here?"

Then i gave her a gleaming wink and a smirk,

I haven't had bed fun for a week.

I asked her to stay and come over to my house this evening,

I'm gonna make this girl crazy when I'm cumming.

She said yes and gave me her number.

Can't wait to taste her yummy burger.

After some hours, she went by

I greeted her with a broad smile.

I kissed her cheeks and her hand,

Smirking at looking at her hot band.

I slowly closes the door and kisses her on her neck,

I whispered something in her ear.

Telling that after that night?

Pleasure would make her be in tears.

I kissed her neck torridly, leaving red marks.

While kissing her, I slowly lay her on the sofa.

Unbuttoning her polo and taking off her bra.

Then I next took out all my clothes.

My kisses slowly came on her breasts, I licked both and sucked its nipples.

Then I stood up and went forward on her legs,

With her tight pussy, I licked it.

She moans loudly so that adds the sensation,

Then I started off this thing with masturbation.

I moved again and slapped my hard thing on her line.

Grinding my hard wood on her woman's part.

Slowly, I entered my cock inside her and felt her clit,

I entered half of my shift and started moving back and forth,

Now both of us are moaning while we're having fun with each other's companions.

She moans, I moan, then I suddenly enter my whole manhood.

She screams in pain and with pleasure,

I started moving fast and wild again,

Giving her a remarkable night.

I continuously enter her body with my shaft.

Holding both her legs and putting them on my shoulders,

Looking at her eyes deeply while moaning loudly.

All I can say is "Ugh baby.."

Then I moved fast and deep, like I'm an animal in a wild creek.

I went inside her body, creaming up myself, making her pussy full of my seed.

Then I pulled it off and I stood her up.

I let her have a rest, then we both had a shower,

We slept naked together after the morning.

She has left my house already but leaves a letter.

"Hey , what a great night, you really cummed alot inside."

—Quatro, Castle in Spain.

» 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

Insecure Young Man (based on real thoughts of the author.)

O boy! You're born with clear skin.

That every day the sun shines—it gleams,

The girls in town when they hear your name,

they scream

You're a pretty boy, as they seem.

The world passes by

The clock ticks too much time,

But we're still here on the same platform.

Where we fell for a dime.

An old man saw you crying in the streets.

He walks near and at your side he speaks.

What's wrong, young man?

The question that made you weak.

From your perspective you said.

Your feelings are wrecked—behold.

One of the secrets that you keep being untold,

You're so jealous that it made you cold.

Your skin's no longer clear like a glass,

Has freckles that never last.

So you wear your hidden mask

To hide everything you don't want people to see.

You have those scars on your feet

That represents how happy your childhood was.

Why is a young man so insecure?

You're unique in every way, every tone of tan.

Everynight you cry saying you're not looking good,

You're not thinking of those people saying you're a cool dude.

Sadly, we're too insecure.

To notice the value of your previous mood.

You were envious of every word you'd hear.

Jealous of petty things, you'll see.

Discourage when people say things behind you.

Unfortunately, you're an insecure young man.

—Cinko, Castle in Spain.

» 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚗

[ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴜᴄɪᴀɴ ᴇ.]

Bulwark (a shakespearean style poem.)

𝐈 can vividly reminisce how our st'ry did start, t is liketh sharing warmeth moments togeth'r in a bitter cold, dryeth weath'r.

𝐓hee did hug me so tight yond t seemeth liketh you’ll nev'r alloweth me wend, i kneweth the barri'rs i hadst madeth wast did crush in an instant.

𝐒ugary sweet w'rds thee has't hath said did melt mine own frosty, icy heart hard'r.

𝐈 seeth, i’m still stuck'd in the ghosts of the past. T wast mine own fault to setteth mine own guards down.

𝐓 wast mine own fault yond i nev'r did listen to those dram voices ling'ring in mine own mind—i shouldn’t has't did repeat the same mistaketh.

𝐈 shouldn’t has't did love thee the way i did love that gent bef're thirst.

𝐈 did see how the night changes, t hath felt liketh i wast did toss in a familiar deep agony and teen. t pains me as thee stareth at me liketh thee nev'r kneweth me.

𝐓hy hugs and kisses w'ren’t the same. I wast th're, hugging myself in bitter cold waiting f'r thee to hugeth me the way thee hath used to it.

𝐓hee did turn thy backeth on me as thee did steal mine own precious lighteth, leaving me behind in the dark. Wond'ring, wh're didst i wend wrong?

𝐓he teen thee did cause ling'r'd liketh a tattoo, as t knocks off mine own mind ev'ry timeth.

𝐈 hath felt liketh i wast carrying a heavy loadeth at mine own chest yond anyone couldst not seeth, nay one can releaseth the teen thee did cause me, In the endeth, i kneweth i only has't myself all 'long.

𝐈 shouldst has't to f'rbid mine own heart to maketh it’s way to loveth again.

𝐈 has't to bringeth myself backeth up but i hath felt myself being did swallow by the unfathomable teen liketh t wast the bitter cold wat'rs of the flote yond is hugging mine own corse; mine own whole well-being myth.

𝐈 cannot aff'rd to loseth mine own track again, this timeth, Shall guardeth mine own heart bett'r, Shall buildeth a bulwark 'round mine own innocent broken heart.

—Seis, Castle in Spain.

» 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚔

[ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴀɴ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ]

Bulwark (formal english translation.)

I can vividly reminisce how our story started, it is like sharing warm moments together in a cold, dry weather. You hugged me so tight that it seems like you’ll never let me go, I knew the barriers I had made was crushed in an instant. Sugary sweet words you have said melted my frosty, icy heart harder.

I see, i’m still stucked in the ghosts of the past. It was my fault to set my guards down. It was my fault that I never listened to those little voices lingering in my mind—i shouldn’t have repeated the same mistake. I shouldn’t have loved you the way I loved him before.

I saw how the night changes, it felt like I was tossed in a familiar deep agony and pain. It pains me as you stare at me like you never knew me. Your hugs and kisses weren’t the same. I was there, hugging myself in cold waiting for you to hug me the way you used to. You turned your back on me as you stole my precious light, leaving me behind in the dark. Wondering, where did I go wrong?

The pain you caused lingered like a tattoo, as it knocks off my mind every time. I felt like I was carrying a heavy load at my chest that anyone could not see, no one can release the pain you caused me. In the end, I knew I only have myself all along.

I should have to forbid my heart to make it’s way to love again. I have to bring myself back up but I felt myself being swallowed by the unfathomable pain like it was the cold waters of the sea that is hugging my body; my whole well-being myth.

I cannot afford to lose my track again, this time, I will guard my heart better.

I will build a bulwark around my innocent broken heart.

Envious Moon

there was a bright moon, symbolizes brightness in the night time—but envious. and stars twinkling in the night sky—so many, and appreciated one by one. out of many prospects, myself and the moon have certain congruity.

absence in the daytime until the night sky reigns again—my time to shine. i provided the brightest light, but the stars is what they see. I feel like they like the little stars twinkling—against me. it’s so cruel that clouds might cover me. like anytime soon, the brightest light i gave won’t be visible.

second night, the sky turned out to be reddish. the wind blew harder enough to hear it’s whistle. stars is nowhere to be seen, just a moonlight and the frightful reddish sky. it rained, no one dared to go out and see my light over the darkness. gloomy ambiance covered the moment—people still searching stars for it’s absence.

i maybe exerted the brightest, but never be the preferance.

—Siete, Castle in Spain.

» 𝙴𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗

END.