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EngagedLooking back at when we first started
We were clueless as to what we were getting into
A life time commitment
Without you my life would have no meaning
You're the air I breathe
The strength that holds me up
And the soul that sets me free
Every moment is a cherished memory
Another to add to our beautiful life
Every kiss a secret with our love
I can't wait for the day I become your wife
As I wake up next to you day by day
I realize how blessed we are
To hold and protect each other every day
Love and adore no matter how far
I love you with all my being
Every time I look at you
The world stands still with beauty
And one day it will never stop when we say "I do"
Only A MemoryAs we walked under the stars
All you could see was the smile on my face
As you held me in your arms
You could feel my heart beat in place
It was the 31st of December
Hours before another year marked our lives
A day I'll always remember
I can't believe I let the time fly
I loved every aspect of you
I knew what I felt was real
But I wasn't ready to move forward
I wasn't ready to let you in
It was a mistake to leave things like that
So many things unsaid...
For a long time I was broken
I couldn't live with the guilt, the strain
I didn't know how to just let go
I had caused so much pain
You never knew how much you meant to me
But here I am
With a smile on my face
Knowing you're happy
And knowing my pain didn't leave a trace
MissDo you miss me?
Were our memories something you always wanted to keep?
Have you forgotten me?
Is there no chance that you see?
I’m missing your love,
I hope you’re happy wherever you are.
I can barely sleep,
Tossing and turning in these cold sheets.
I’m reading our notes over and over again,
Obsessed with our past love.
Was it a mistake?
Was I right to end it? To let it break?
I couldn’t let you see,
I couldn’t let you understand.
We weren’t right,
Back then we were tainted.
So much pain,
So many tears.
I’m sorry my dear,
I was hurting deep down too.
I had to let you go,
I had to let you live.
I was still broken,
But now I just beg for you to forgive.
Don’t deny me the chance to make it right,
Please understand now.
I need to mend the broken pieces,
I need to finally let you in.
You Were The OneYou were the one to see through my lies and only want the truth
You wondered what was really happening behind the shield of my face
You heard the faint cries of my thoughts
You were the one to see through my lies and only want the truth
You pretend as if you were okay when my lies were a hit you couldn’t take
You felt a cold knife slowly penetrate your heart as another lie flowed from my lips
You touched your chest to make sure it was still there
You worry when you see my eyes like a pond but my lips still give out venom
You cried when I didn’t understand how much it hurt you to see me like this
You were the one to see through my lies and only want the truth
You understand I try to help but my poison just kills you slowly
You say you dream one day I won’t need my shield to talk
You try to make me see but you can’t move my blinds
You hope I know you’re not going to live with my lies for much longer
You were the one to see through my lies and only want the t
We're ConnectedI’m not ready to go home
Out with a drink in my hand
Looking at the big full moon
Hoping one day you’ll understand
I miss you
As much as I hold myself back
That’s how I feel
I love you
I’ve held you under my wing so many years
I’ve protected you from so much pain
But now I can’t protect you from yourself
As you intoxicate everything… I’m going insane
You’re not a child anymore
I’m not your angel
Someone above is watching
They’ll keep you safe for now
I can’t wipe away your tears
I can’t hold you in my arms
You’re so far away
I wish you no harm
Just remember I’m here
I’m always a call away
Hoping one day you will…
So I can hear your voice again.
I miss you
Don’t let time consume you
Remember we’re connected
I love you
Scarred MemoryI try so hard to not give in
To tear myself from missing you
You deserved much better than me
After the monster you started to see
I really miss your unique taste
The way your skin felt on mine
Those years weren't a waste
No... we were so entwined
I remember being beside you
Looking up at your beautiful face
I can't forget you
You're a scarred memory
I just wish you thought of me
Maybe just crossed your mind
I can't stop dreaming of you
Wish I would of never said it was over
Here I Go...Here I go writing out my pain again,
Letting the words just slip away
I've Grown tired of the constant ache
That keeps me company every day
I have no soul to confide in
Only the pages of my books
I write down my stories
And hope down the cliff I'll never look
It's been far too long since I've written down my pain
Since I've kept it inside and away from all of this
But there comes a time when you just want to scream
And cry to the heavens why have they done this
So I sit here once again
Listening to sweet sounds of life
Hoping this is not the end
For I've been fighting all my life
Happy Without HimShe walks happily down the road
Hair tied back with a smile on her face
He thought she would be stuck on him
Little did he know what she was up to
This was her chance
Her colors shined brighter than ever
And the taste of life couldn't be sweeter
Fire, Ashes, RebornI see you
Crumbled to the ground...
In pieces you seem
After what you've done.
I can't save you,
Not this time.
It hurts me,
Oh it hurts me.
Part of my world has fallen,
I have no idea what to say...
My body trembles
As I hear her cries play...
You did the unimaginable,
Tore hearts apart.
But I know we all make mistakes...
It just hurts to know it happened this way.
This isn't the end,
Only the beginning of something new.
As we wipe away our tears
We grow stronger and now we see.
Don't fall in the abyss...
Don't believe it's over.
Just moving forward,
But never forget that pain in life is never sober.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Predators of the nightA gust of wind
Blowing through our hair
The dead leaves
Cracking under our feet
The night sky
A blanket over our heads
And the full moon
Blessing us with its silver light
A perfect night for us hunters
To look for our prey
it was a broken sense of beautifulhis smile was like dust caught
in sunlight; more like a dreamy state
of being than reality, like the half-
remembered yesterday that still haunts your
memories because you
didn't want to forget how it
we'd lie on the floor with
slats of light shot across the ceiling, drinking
in the atmosphere
with windows propped open by
books and yellowed pages,
and by the time
we wandered into sleep, we were drunk instead
smell of roses --
he was a broken kind of beautiful, a
beautiful kind of flawed; love-letters, anonymous
and never sent littered
the dusty floorboards beneath his
of what we were before
love found it's way
back around; hours passed in a sunset haze
as my fingers ghosted over words
he'd written half-asleep, ink smudged on his fingers --
they say the music
comes when your heart's about to break, more
like a whimper than a bang; but i've
never heard a song so
sweet, and this sense of lovely has found it's home
inside my bones --
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
Prowling In My HeadThere has been something prowling around in my head,
Preying down on my thoughts.
I try to hide it away from your face,
Hoping that for once from your care I can escape
Yet there is a torturing feeling inside of me,
Feeding on my pain and laughing straight at me
Im stuck on my tracks and unable to move,
I cant think and I can hardly breathe too.
I want it to get out of my head,
Its controlling every part of me Im its slave
Im damned thats how it was meant to be Ill never be saved
I hope for you not to see me this way,
For it gets even harder every passing day.
I hold it in though, and so far Im still holding on,
But fearfully I believe after a few days I might be gone
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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