people love to come into my life,
and dangle themselves in front of me
so close,
that I can feel their warmth
and hear their breath
so I can smell their scent
and see their beauty
and just as I am about to reach out
to embrace their presence,
they yank themselves up and out of my life
leaving me confused and hopeless,
until the next one finds me
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
It's a constant battle,
In my heart and head.
Give him a chance
Don't fall for his trance.
It's just a dance,
I'd rather be in France.
But look how ravishing he looks in his suit and pants,
I wouldn't even give him a second glance.
They say listen to your heart,
But you have to be smart
Or you're fall apart,
Having to repeat from the start.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
I want you to taste me in the air,
Wherever you go,
You will see me there.
Painted under the lids of your eyes,
Only darkness and imagery,
Everywhere, you will see me.
I am the nightmare you created.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Wonder not,
If I stare:
I don't mean
to make you feel uncomfortable.
And do not mind
my sight
soak deep within your skin.
However,
do forgive me;
what a helpless girl,
just lost in re-ve-rie.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
*They say that the moment you enter heaven: you'd see light,
It has not been so long since I've seen a shed of something bright.
With a ****** feet, walking down this street which feels like an oval,
Have I been here before? Maybe yes, maybe no.
It's like an endless journey through every portal--no matter where I go.
A repetitive memory remains in this rusty old mind of mine,
It's a face of a man who's silently watching me pass by.
Is this familiar face from my father? Who's now hiding a smile.
Every time I try to think harder, the more my head aches.
Is this some kind of a sign as to why my heart breaks?
Dead leaves fall faster, raining me with their misery.
Sudden cries from different miles, as if to tell their history.
Shadows and shadows seem to engulf upon each other,
Electric chairs, guillotines and gallows scatter everywhere.
Running into an abandoned house, I ran for the stairs.
Why do they all appear familiar? Have I been here before?
Looking down, I walk-run through the infinite dark corridors.
Poppa always said that when lost: always turn right.
But why doesn't anything changes when I turn my sight?
Uncertainty has turned the calm in me into a fright.
And so I told myself for the next turn: I'd go left.
The curve was nearing, and the floor starts to get all set.
It was quicksand on living carpet, and poison in thin air.
There's a door, no, a hatch. And as I enter, I just stared.
My white walls, white toys and white bed all painted blood red.
There's a man on the bed fixated on a little girl's lifeless body--naked.
I took a step back and stepped on shards of glasses that yells struggle.
The man suddenly took form of a monster, slowly looking above his shoulder.
It was déjà vu, it was everything under my skin, it was all like just before.
The hatch threw wildly open, ******* everything it can and make it go.
Know when they say that the truth shall set you free?
It probably hasn't worked yet its magic on me.
In here, time is endless and darkness can see.
And by the time I remember everything all over again,
I'd be still the same lost little girl: daydreaming of heaven.*
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC