milan-nicole
Italian
not your average individual. she sees the world in a different way than most. her life experiences have tried and failed to break her, even though she could easily be frail. she has insight, peaceful intentions, and hope for the world. her poetry is her expression, her personal therapy.
My heart beats to the rhythm of the ballad of the century.
It matches yours, with the resonance of a thousand hearts,
pumping blood ferociously through my body.
Your hands make mine shake,
with the magnitude of the strongest earthquake.
They produce an irresistable melody when you trace my every pattern.
Your eyes belt out a secret bridge,
one that could outwit any prodigy.
It sings of a smoldering inside of you, with the intensity of many suns,
and it sets me on fire.
Your lips whisper sweet, absolute nothings,
but the real lyrics are written in your movement.
I can only listen with my body,
mocking your moves,
trying to keep up.
trying to interpret the meaning.
With the percussion of your heart,
the notes your hands play,
the private verse that echoes from your eyes,
the words your body screams at me..
you create beautiful music.
Music that is nothing less than pure feeling.
I have fallen in love with your talent,
with our harmony and soul..
so sing to me, let's make music.
play for me my favorite song.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 9:28 AM UTC
Never again will I see your face
and see it as something I miss
The next time your voice speaks to me,
I will no longer hear it as bliss
every time I think of you now,
it all just fades to black
Any memory of happiness is forgotten.
it didnt mean anything. I will never look back.
I've lost all confidence and hope in you,
didn't know that was possible till now
No pity or love is left for you,
only hatred is what my heart will allow
Your dependence on lies amuses me,
you have mercy for no one
This time the line has been crossed,
there is nothing you can outrun
You no longer have my support,
because to me you've given up
There's no way you can get out of it now.
I'll laugh when your life's blown-up
Never think I'm still by your side.
just feel lucky for my minuscule amount of care
You don't even know about how I feel.
and to find out….you're too scared.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:24 PM UTC
I'm sick.
Sick of wishing. Of loving. Of praying.
Sick of falling every time I climb.
Sick of bleeding out everything I have to get your attention.
I'm tired.
Tired of faking enthusiasm just so you think I'm happy.
Tired of crawling out of bed every morning
knowing today's not my day, and my chance will never come.
I'm done.
Done with love. Done with you.
Done fighting with my heart. It's gotten me absolutely nowhere.
And I'm done standing still.
I'm not.
Not looking back at a world that once existed just for us.
It's burned to the ground now. And it will never exist again.
It sickens me to say, that era is over.
And I'm moving on with all I have.
This time it's my choice.
You no longer control me.
I'm armed and ready to face
attack.
My heart and soul have been shielded
by an aware mind.
Think I'm still blind?
Come at me...see if I cave.
I guarantee you will be let down
by false weakness on my part.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:23 PM UTC
Tissue paper in rough hands
Eggshells under feet
Wings of a moth or butterfly
Skin of a newborn baby
brittle sand dollars
Feeble legs of a calf
Delicate flower petals
Frail hearts
unstable emotions
Faint breath
Time crumbling
Words, bones, state of mind …love
Fragile.
She is fragile.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:22 PM UTC
Tired of hearing your lies
Tired of dying inside.
When the piece of my heart you own is missing.
Broken & bleeding,
Pulse barely beating.
Attempting to reach you &hopelessly; listening..
For some kind of voice,
A simple response
Just to see if you still remember.
Desperately trying
To keep your attention
I want to let go but I’ll never surrender.
Your new world & everyone in it
I feel so left out of it all
Gone for so long
I try to hold on
Neglected & lonely I fall
You may not have a clue
I still love & care for you
Even though you never by my side
You’ll forever be lonely
Because you don’t know me
Never say you do..
It would be a lie
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:21 PM UTC
I need to tell you I love you
But the courage just isn’t there
Your name repeating in my head
This feeling I cannot bare
How can I forever hide my face
When inside I’m crying out
For your attention & affection
I still can’t help but doubt
I wipe away my tears
No one knows I’ve cried
I say that I’m okay
Know one knows that I have lied.
The pain I feel inside my heart
The longing for you and I
Twisting me until I break
allowing life to pass me by
I need my feelings to be returned
Before my time is through
And everything comes down to this
All I want is you.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:20 PM UTC
she says she's fine
and she swears one more time
to him that she hasn't lied
but with words unspoken
she's completely broken
she's smiling, but dying inside
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
everything is turning black.
as of now I cant turn back.
there is no incline from this place.
I must look down into death's face
I’m slowly dying from the inside out
my fate killing me, no doubt
everyone in my presence is fading
i feel like I am suffocating
never will I evade these thoughts
my negative ways leaving me distraught
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel joy.
Sometimes I feel pain.
It’s now in life I wonder
how to play the game.
I hate waiting for
all these things to change,
but I don’t think,
in any way,
things will ever be the same.
I know my wounds are healing
but I will always have these scars.
I have forgiven
but I wont forget,
on my own I have gotten so far.
I am comparable to the mourning dove
for the loss of my ignorant past.
I was trapped within my own safe house,
but I knew it wouldn’t last.
I once was sheltered
in a culture
all packed full of lies.
I thought I had to follow a stereotype
but I didn’t know otherwise.
I’m here now in reality
slightly shocked of how things are.
My emotions are spilling over the edge
and this realness seems bizarre.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
her insecurities strangle her.
always afraid of disappointing someone else.
when she could never see her perfection.
everything she wants, unreachable.
her life forcing her to bend & break.
broken, there she lies.
a single heartbeat.
the only thing keeping her alive.
she tries to get a grasp on the rest of her life.
the mystery.
of where things will be tomorrow.
taunt her mind constantly.
finally, when happiness is found.
the concern of it all ending.
again, taunts her.
all things that are beautiful.
are held inside her.
oblivious to what she possesses.
the love she refuses to receive.
could save her life.
but she doesn’t believe anyone could love her.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:18 PM UTC