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Fragile HeartI don't want to be alone in this
room, full of my thoughts storming
around me like a tornado that keeps
on twirling around and around; making
it so hard for me to breathe, trying
not to let the air get sucked out from
My demons try to seep out; trying so
hard to keep them from coming out
to play with my reality. Desperately
struggling not to let my emotions
come to involved with the darkness
that creeps around at night.
I'm striving to run away from the
wreak that's about to explode
before my very eyes; to save myself
to not get hurt like all the other
time that I tried to stop the bomb
from going off.
For once I can beat it from going
off but it catches up to me before
I knew it; pushing me down into
the dusty, gritty sand, scrapping
all the innocence that I had left
Trying painfully trying to pick
myself up from the raw, microscopic
rocks that I peeled my knees in.
If only I just went along with this
baneful cycle of hurt and pain
because, I wouldn't be in this mess
ForeverLooking into your eyes; your soul, I know
that one thing is for certain; forever.
I want to spend my life with you
forever and ever, even after we die and
gone to heaven I still want to be with you
forever because to have someone like you
in my life is all I ever wanted as a little
girl; you have completely made me the
most happiest person that I've ever been in
the longest time.
Your my soul mate that I don't want to ever
want to live without knowing that I've
found you. I want you to hold me in your
arms endlessly, never letting me go because
I feel so secure and toasty to have your arms
wrapped around my waist; having your lips
gently press on my cheek and slowly work your
way down to my lips all the way to my neck,
how sweet the kisses feel on my skin.
A blitz feeling starts to works it's way into
my veins. I put hands on your back feeling all
the muscles and bones that you have; how
muscular your back feels, it sends adrenaline
to my brain, I begin to kiss your lips softly.
Goodbye Brown EyesI don't want to let you go; to never get to taste your lips
on my lips, to see you smile and to know that I'm the
reason for that your smiling that one of a kind curl on
your lips, to not write these romantic poems that I use
my imagination to have these ideal thing that would
happen to us if we were together.
In the end I begin to realize that I wasn't the one that
you want to have in your life that you rather have her
instead; I'm not going to lie and say that it doesn't hurt
at all to know you like her because we both can see in
watering eyes and off-tone pitch that I was wounded in
this battlefield of love.
To erase every single feeling that I had for you is going
to be the hardest for me to do because I some how
still believe that one day that I will be yours but I know
I'm just going to hurt myself to keep thinking these
unhealthy, scaring thoughts that are just going to
disappoint my hopes.
I learned in love that sometimes letting go is the
hardest thing to do especially when yo
One nightOne night, I can be with you.
I don't have to look at the moon
anymore; hoping that you will be
looking too. The stars dance
around the moon like all those
other girls do, because they want
to be with you.
Envy begins to the poison that
sets into my veins; how any of
those girls could make you feel
like you've found the one but I'm
just going to be that girl that
sits on the side wishing that
you could love me.
You won't even know anything about
me but, I know so much about you,
my dear. The way that you smile the
definition of happiness, to the way
your voice plays a symphony that is
I begin to fall in love with you
all over again, like I did before.
Nothing could make me feel so safe
and warm in a cocoon except for you;
looking at me with those blue eyes
that are brighter then the ocean
itself making it jealous of you.
In my HeartMy waist becomes needy for your
arms to latch on to it; feeling
your heat crawling all over my
body, leaving me in awe.
I begin to get additive to the
sound of your voice; how each
tone turns into this soundtrack
that I start to replay over and
over in my head, when it's three
in the morning.
I knew that if I fell asleep, I
would lose that melody because
when I wake up you won't be there
to comfort me, when my nightmares
become my reality that the stars
have gave me.
I was only a daydream away from
you; even though I couldn't touch
you skin and look into your ocean
blue eyes, I somehow realized that
you were in my heart.
Hopes kills UsHopes have killed us. They make
you believe something so wonderful
is going to happen to you but,
in the end it doesn't.
Leaving you to cry your heart
out; putting you to misery at
your worst. You being to lay on
the dark, raw ground with your
heart bleeding out; with the knifes
that hope left in your heart.
Ti AmoTi Amo, those are words that I
mutter under my breath. It's crazy
how much I love you; I thought about
you with each tick the clock's hand
With each stride I took everything
inn my life began to fall into
place,except for you; a stubborn piece
that you were not wanting to fit.
I didn't want to let you go because
you were the one person that I wanted
in my life.
Months go passing by right before my
eyes, I realize that I didn't want
you in my life anymore; the stress
for me to be this perfect person was
something I didn't want to deal with.
Ti Amo, how those two engrossing words
could mean I love you in a language
with such an elegance that could rip your
heart from the disappearance of that
sweetness not being said to you ever again
from that one person that meant everything.
Bound LipsI bound my lips to speak because,
the thought of losing you haunts
my dreams at night while the
silence begins to sound peaceful
to my ears.
Each pitch crack my voice makes
tries to hide the hidden tears
desperately wanting to roll down
these velvet cheeks of mine;
showing you how much I don't want
you to go.
The numbing starts to slowly
travel down to my lips like a
poison setting in on it's
next victim; my knees want
to claps down to the frozen,
careless pavement trying to
breathe in the air that my lungs
are dying for, because without
you I don't think that I could
bare the cold, brutal winters
To sit here with my body not
wrapped in your arms, sends
shivers down my spine. And this
can all happen when three o'clock
comes sneaking around in the dull
of the night.
Vixen lipsWith vixen lips and a cruel love, I was under
your spell; a spell like I've never heard about
in all of the fairy tales my mother ever read to
me while I was a child.
This is the kind of that leaves you breathless;
wanting more of it every second the hand hits on the
clock. You become buzzed off the adrenaline that
comes rushing to your body; I begin to wonder if
this was something more then a spell, could it be
love or was it lust?
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Puzzle heartYour heart is a complete puzzle; the pieces
that make the puzzle up are the things that
we love and mean the most to us in our life.
Sure the edge pieces of the puzzle aren't
going to be painful as the ones in the
middle because, those are the few things
that really mean the most to you and you
don't want to lose those pieces in your life.
You can try all you want to try to make a new
piece to fit in the place of where the old
one was or you can try to shove something
there to fill in the gap that piece left but
after the piece is gone you can replace no
matter what you do because nothing is the
same with out that one single piece. It was
the once piece of the whole puzzle that kept
holding everything together in your life.
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