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Guadalupe Meza May 2017
I've been thinking and
Searching for the right time
And for the right words
To tell you how I feel.

But yet I am still confused on how I
Can feel this way so soon.
Is this just me trying to rebound
So I don't have to be hell bound
Anymore?

Can I trust my self to make the correct
Choice that won't hurt you or me?
Am I qualified enough to make that decision?

Sometimes I can feel my emotions burst into flames that turn me into ashes,
And at the same time feel them freeze
The deepest part of my heart and soul.

I need to understand who I really am
So I can have the ability to understand
Who you really are,
And what you really mean to me.
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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  May 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Duck
If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.
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  May 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Cierra Spina
Pages and pages
Of words for you
Words you'll never see
Or hear
Feelings you'll never know
The pain that deepens daily
While healing only faintly
When you write for an absent audience
You perform for yourself
My words may be for you
But I'm just working through my truth
Pages and pages
That one day will end
When the papers pile high
And the tears no longer fall
The ink will finally dry
And with it, my feelings for you
  May 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Aizen Knaik
We were strangers among the stampeding crowd,
But fate has played us along;
As our heartbeat synchronizes out loud,
Singing the story of a broken song.

Our sun shines in the East,
but never dwindle on the West-
this strange feeling of bliss,
drifting in the chamber of my chest.

Daffodils dance in the scorching daylight,
As the breeze blows gently-
Oblivious to the inevitable flight,
Of an encumbering drizzly night.

Aurora borealis perforates the lone darkness,
Swirling in the starless sky of the North-
The way you eliminated my sadness,
And brings me comfort and madness.

The river cascading in an endless stream,
Splashing a cold brackish water-
These tears of misery and grim,
I will forever endure in my dream.

The moon is high as the tower,
The night as silent as the elm street-
Misery has once again devour,
the little joy turns bittersweet and sour.

I love and love and love unconditionally,
But the pain is searing unbearably;
I looked at the stars and heaven,
And realized we were strangers again.
If you are willing to invest in love, then be prepared to be hurt and forgotten. Remember, investment comes not without risks.
  May 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Lydia Thomas
You say you don't believe in ghosts,
And yet you've met so many,
For what you don't seem to know,
Is they're not folklore or silver fairies,

Ghosts are simply things,
We can't seem to let go,
Like moments in your past,
Where you revealed the colors of your soul,

Ghosts are only nightmares,
That haunt us in our sleep,
They are the hearts that we have broken,
They are secrets we want to keep,

A ghost could be a person,
Who has cut you deeply to the core,
They're often things we've seen,
That left us bloodied, raw, and sore,

Don't you see that ghosts aren't people,
Who have come up from the dead,
Ghosts are only memories,
Swirling blackness in your head,

So now you know the truth,
And we've only found one cure,
Find someone who you love,
Let them in through your souls door,

If your give your darkest shadows,
To a person you can trust,
Then you both can share your darkness,
And your ghosts will change to dust.
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