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Mar 2020 · 125
Tonight
Cylia Mar 2020
I feel, I melt
I run, too fast
Into the light that shines,
Just right,
I bring, myself
My being, my soul
To break me...all of me,
To frain from my grave
Tonight
Mar 2020 · 125
Trapped
Cylia Mar 2020
I’m calling your bluff,
You act like you’re tough,
By why aren’t the words,
Controlling your motives,
That gets stuck in a lotus,
That you can’t get out of,
That you can’t get by,
That leaves me so scared,
That I only trust fear,
That’s running down tears,
Down my face leaving stains,
Creating lines that are blind,
From your motives they hurt,
From the start to the end
That’s where they usually begin,
But I’m not gonna act,
Like I don’t see the flags,
The warnings, the facts,
That you think I don’t tag,
From the words that you say,
From now then this day,
I still run away...
Mar 2020 · 108
UnKnown
Cylia Mar 2020
Love
Lost
Lure
Lust
Pure
Few are true
Lost
In blue
Rest
In May
May I lay
Upon these days
The day I came
Shame
Drain
Fame
Lame
Tame
My beast
That is always
In flames
Glow
Show
Green
See
Free me
From me
Of who
I wanna be
Jan 2020 · 127
Fake
Cylia Jan 2020
You think I am lying,
You think I am playing,
You think that everyone’s out here to play you
You do not know me
You don’t understand me
You think that I’m fake, how can you relate
I cannot believe that you are thinking that way
...
I’m done with the bull
Cause you think I’m a fool
You think I am only out here to get you
But that isn’t true cause I really like you
But since you think that about me,
Then well, I am thru
This poem is a bit personal, you guys can comment and ask questions of what you think about it. I don’t usually write back but I’ll try to if I can.
#AmIreallyAfake  #fakepeople #Fake
Dec 2019 · 130
Friendship
Cylia Dec 2019
Friendship is key, I love it that way,
Mostly because you’re not a bad dream,
You’re not a made up person that I made from far away,
But someone I met online.
Friendship is key, I should’ve started like that,
I should have called us best friends and not wanted anything more,
Now look at us,
Separated, because of all of my bad habits,
Made me repeat the same thing.
Friendship is trust, why was I so blind,
Maybe because I was lonely inside,
Maybe because I knew you wouldn’t be mine-okay I gotta stop that,
Especially since we haven’t met yet,
And to be honest now, since I’m shedding my skin, I’ve never really ever had a hot friend.
Dec 2019 · 124
Why Should I Open My Doors?
Cylia Dec 2019
Why should I open my doors?
Can't find a clue, what's really true?
Why, must I see all these lies,
That's not really there, no it ain't fair,
I know
Why should I open my doors?
Left me outside, out in the freezing cold
Lost in my main events, don't know a clue
But it seems that you do,
I know
Why should I open my doors?
Why do I keep,
on letting you pass?
Why should I,
accept you,
when you don't deserve to,
know me at all through the years that I've known you?
Cause all of this, clueless
Remarkable, you-ness
Is driving me to,
wake up and speak,
what I really feel about you
Aug 2019 · 158
Decisions Decisions
Cylia Aug 2019
So many thoughts running through my mind
and yet,
I can only choose just one...
Jul 2019 · 145
Communicate
Cylia Jul 2019
You don’t understand me at all,
You say you understand me but all you’re doing is making assumptions and seeing what you want to see,
You say that I’m different from every other girl,
That I speak with a heart of gold that not even you could ever bare to hold.
But what’s worse is that I didn’t fight for you at all,
I didn’t try to get you back even though you pushed me away,
I didn’t text and communicate why I was acting that way,
Instead I stood there like a statue wasn’t taking anything serious because when I’m really interested in someone I seriously can’t find the words to talk.
When you told me why I don’t like to talk,
All I did was laugh under my breathe and waited for the conversation to pass but all I really needed to do was speak and yet,
I couldn’t even do that.
Confused you were.
Tight lipped, closed shut,
I felt no connection when I slept,
in your arms.
Why am I like this?
Why can’t I talk?
Why do I do this,
to this heart for only guys I genuinely  like?
Jun 2019 · 125
Mines
Cylia Jun 2019
Black eyes,
Makes me cry,
Shattered bones,
Up my spine,
All that I see are emotions,
Clouding my thoughts like the ocean.
Clouding my thoughts I can’t help it,
By the time I come to, I’ll be out it,
Like the time that goes by like a diamond my mind like the days that I bring brings me comfort.
My soul inside feels you coming,
Like a storm raging in like an earthquake,
But it couldn’t been you, you’re thoughts aren’t that deep,
So whose thoughts are those that are screaming?
I guess my mind still runs wild
Apr 2019 · 147
Untitled
Cylia Apr 2019
I don’t like long distance relationships, it makes me go insane. Especially since you’re 10.0 miles away from me, I think of you every single day
Apr 2019 · 131
Tic
Cylia Apr 2019
Tic
Eyes.
Glued.
Shut.
.
Nothing.
But the.
Ticking.
Clock.
.
*******.
With my.
Mind.
.
*******.
With my.
Life.
Apr 2019 · 146
once in a blue moon...
Cylia Apr 2019
Most of what you tell me is beauty beyond words
And the words that you cherish and keep to yourself,
Lonely you are but you never show it,
Instead you hide it closely to your heart until you barely know me
Close your eyes, you tell me
Hold me close, I did
Inside you’ll see the real me underneath all these closed doors.
Apr 2019 · 652
Have You Ever...
Cylia Apr 2019
Have you ever had a dream where it was nothing but darkness? Nothing just nada that you knew it was over?
Have you ever been so broken to where you were more than being done? Like all the walls that you can ever think of, broke away by a single touch?
Have you ever seen someone that you thought was going to last forever? But he didn’t wanna get to know you because your personality shifted courses?
Have you ever wanted to cry but the tears wouldn’t come out? All the emotions you try to hold back trying to not think about the cause?
Have you ever been an INFJ where nobody knows what you’re thinking? Caught between two mirrors, one of them happy and the other just mad?
Have you ever been in any of those situations that caused you any grief? Cause mines were brutally honest and I really, really, really just want everything to drop dead.
#broken # heart #helpless #done
Apr 2019 · 175
untitled
Cylia Apr 2019
should i be here or should i be there,
like a rollercoaster my life is a fear
Apr 2019 · 152
Untitled #8
Cylia Apr 2019
Rocks that shatters in the palm of your hands with no pressure done to it.

Sand pouring out of your hands leaving without saying goodbye.

Instead return standing, turning around and seeing a reflection of someone else.

You smiled and laughed knowing everything’s fine and that everything’s gonna work out okay.
Apr 2019 · 139
Earth
Cylia Apr 2019
Was the real me living in a fantasy,
While the whole world living in reality?
My head stuck in the clouds, there was no way out this place that you call hell.
Mar 2019 · 141
The Lion X The Virgin
Cylia Mar 2019
Can I ever go back, from the first day that we met?
Can we ever turn back, the last time on the clock?
Cause I don’t know what I did wrong because you closed me off.
Because you shut me down, never ever hearing from you again.
Because the fun was gone you lost interest in me,
What did I do wrong?
Mar 2019 · 123
Finally
Cylia Mar 2019
Imagine me in a box,
Wrapped around like a gift,
In a black and blue bow with a little bit bold that no one but you cannot hold.

Imagine me wearing black,
Nothing else but just that,
Hands on my face that is hiding my mask in front of a soul I can’t break.

Imagine you with a box,
Holding it tight like a lock,
You don’t know what’s inside but you know that it hides its emotions that rages like a fox.

Imagine you inside the box,
Taking my hands off my face,
I look towards you, my pupils in shock they couldn’t believe that it was truly the person from way back then was here,
the person from my dream that told me,
“see you soon”
and now look where we are.

Way in the present where we lived different lives and found our way back together,
my long lost lover from a different life has found me, not once, but twice like two feathers,
Who says that a devil and an angel couldn’t be forever...
Mar 2019 · 176
Float
Cylia Mar 2019
Mind-blown
Breathless-flight
Takes away this-lonely night
To where I can finally see the stars, the lights, they shine, on me tonight.
Mar 2019 · 132
Untitled
Cylia Mar 2019
Why is my brain so cluttered?
Filled with these feeling, I’m fluttered,
Like my body can’t take it, all of these motions,
They’re filling up
All these emotions, they’re bottled up
All these emotions, I cannot stop
But I will still keep on doing me,
No matter what compliments you give to me,
Cause the me that you knew back then,
Is way past gone, never to be seen again.
Cause to me I am not lonely,
I’m just being me
&
that’s all I need.
Mar 2019 · 120
What?
Cylia Mar 2019
What keeps you away, what keeps you so far?
Why can I not see what’s keeping me from you?
Why can’t I remember the days I’ve forgotten,
The days where you’d hold me, you’d loved me, protect me,
The days where times and the spaces made spaces,
Where I would kiss you, embrace you, choose you, and want you.

What keeps me away, what keeps me so far
Maybe the trust is gone, I think I’ve got trust issues,
Maybe our life will pass again soon
Maybe in a different life it’ll happen again later. It’s probably for the better.
Mar 2019 · 193
All of These
Cylia Mar 2019
All of these hate that I get from people
Disinterested in me, I get it.
All of these lies that are trapped inside my mind
I don’t need an example, no really I’m fine.
Mar 2019 · 137
So What
Cylia Mar 2019
So what if I hide away my true feelings.
So what if everyone in the world hates me.
So what if my life is a mess,
At least I’m out here doing my best.
Mar 2019 · 836
INFJ
Cylia Mar 2019
my heart that is pained,
all of these hate that I have obtained,
what do you see, that I clearly do not,
that causes everyone around me to break, crack, snap?
Fear me not, that I am not cold,
I am not bitter, nor tainted nor stained,
I am but kind, sweet, and loyal,
but twist my words around and I promise I won't bottle.
Bottle it up inside that's been wanting out,
Bottle up inside that even demons can't fight,
Bottled up inside that leaves the angels alone,
not even you could tame my differences nor lift me from my throne.
Mar 2019 · 120
Locket
Cylia Mar 2019
Throw my heart in a locket,
But I'll hide it real deep in your pocket,
And maybe one day you will find it,
and hold me real close where you won't loose it.
Feb 2019 · 125
Inside and Outside
Cylia Feb 2019
Inside I’m lively, outside I’m deadly
All around my body
I’m messy, I’m carefree.
Inside I’m fine, outside I’m happy
Everyone around me
Keeps falling, keeps breaking
Inside a key lies
Outside a key hides
All of the things that I thought real
Hidden
but barely
Forgotten
quite fairly

Inside I’m lively, outside I’m deadly
No one out there can figure me out clearly.
Feb 2019 · 181
Melt
Cylia Feb 2019
All of these thoughts keeps quivering
                    Melting my bones quite vividly
                               Laying right down very         quietly
                     Eyes barely opened
                                                        My­ mind
                                                is always
                                                            roam­ing.
Why bother in keeping them all in?
         When my mind is almost falling
                         Boiling down into nothing
Like a puzzle piece, it’s breaking...
          In my mind I can hardly speak
My body, vibrating
My veins, left shivering
And yet I keep repeating all of these woah’s in high places
All of these unidentifiable faces
Deja vu, mistaken
                              by
                                   dreams
Masked into reality
Deluded by poVeRTy
UnderSTANDing the world with a mEssed uP society
...And then you figure out that you’re only caught up in a daydream made up by you’re own twisted fantasy-
W     A      K      E        U     P    !
you told me,
s   l   o   w   l   y
where I can hear you
calmly, so patiently,
Words that left me unknowingly unpredictable and yet I can’t stop talking,
Where that wordplay, I wouldn’t say uncomfortable
But more of a delicacy and yet...
                                                         I melt.
Slowly.
                  
                      M   E   L   T.
Jan 2019 · 325
virgo
Cylia Jan 2019
Not that I wear my heart on my sleeve
but locked away and keyed
How can I know that I can trust you with it?
That’ll make me believe than what you’re telling me?
Jan 2019 · 162
It’s who I am...
Cylia Jan 2019
10,000 words written in one word.
Can’t blame myself of what I feel.
Or what I say, I can’t complain.

These words that flow,
straight out of my head.
I can’t complain, it’s who I am.
Cylia Dec 2018
you say that but it’s not.
You don’t want me to worry but I can’t.
I feel like you’re hiding something but you won’t let me in.
Dec 2018 · 148
Untitled #2
Cylia Dec 2018
Words caught in my lungs.
can't breathe, no one but me.
Eyes to lazy to see
but the world has taught me to stand correctly,
perfectly still where the darkness can't touch me.
To where I can't hear the whispers behind me.
To where all the yelling and screaming have left my body.
Dec 2018 · 133
Untitled
Cylia Dec 2018
I stand here thinking
crouching, non blinking
Up to the sky, my eyes they waver
Shades of blue and white, outside it's freezing.

Night sky, cold
Outside, I'm bold
Lights out, where
Night owl, scared.

I stand here thinking
crouching non blinking
One hand towards the stars
My mind is left chasing.
Oct 2018 · 140
I Know This Isn’t a Trick
Cylia Oct 2018
Why does my heart feel so out of place?
Like the walls closing in, no room for space.
Not able to breathe, my hands on my face.
So wide awake, I can't even blink.
But is this a dream? I can't even think.
It's so cold, but where am I though?
Lost in a crate, nowhere to escape.

I know this isn't a trick.

My mind is corrupted, the pictures are blank.
Tainted, stained, I think I've been framed.
Nowhere left to go, I guess I'll just go with the flow.
Looking out below, while my life goes slow.
There's no door nor there are floors.
No back way nor front.
Looks like the walls have been torn.

I know this isn't a trick.

My life is like a roller coaster.
Plastered onto a poster.
Please, don't come any closer.
Cause this poem is far from over.
I don't believe in my mind.
All the words, they seem to want to bend.
All the numbers I find, always wants to stop at ten.

I know this isn't a trick.
So why not just end it real quick?
You think you are really slick?
My life not a movie screen.
There's nothing here that you haven't seen.
It may seem like a mess.
But mostly everything is clean.
Oct 2018 · 346
Why #2
Cylia Oct 2018
I just want to get some air.
I just want to be in a different atmosphere.
I just want to clear my head and be less vulnerable than be critical.
I just want to let loose.
I want to be the one that you choose.
I want to be the girl that you don’t want to close the door to.
But you’re never going to change and that’s fine.
But that only tells me you’re too immature and blind.
You just wanted to flirt.
You never wanted me.
You just want to be the center of attention.
And then you say sorry?
Sorry for what?
You didn’t say a word.
All it was was silence.
Black coal.
Filling my soul.
What’s the point in being vulnerable.
What’s the point in sharing feelings.
What’s the point of even sharing my life stories with you if your just going to mistreat it?
I get it, you’re selfish.
You don’t have to explain it.
But tell me this one thing.
Why were you interested in me in the first place?
My heart has been broken so many times, I can’t keep count.
And you’re telling me to be vulnerable, but what’s the point in that?
I’ve been shed lies over and over again.
I’ve been myself, what else do you want from me?
I just want to be free.
I just want to be alone.
I just want to find my own that I could call home.
Oct 2018 · 133
Crazy
Cylia Oct 2018
They sweet talk me, says lovely words...
But when will they’re words slowly become actions?
Texting behind closed doors isn’t what I want...
Closeness is what I desire,
but whenever I come close, you always run the opposite directions.
Leaving me on a high,
not wanting me to come down...
Why are you hiding from me?
Will you just come around?
Come on babe, I won’t hurt you.
Let’s take a trip to the circus and maybe say hi to the clowns.
Oh, ***, did I say something wrong?
Do you need a hug?
Do you want some protection?
I’ll give you all of me, if you promise me this one.
Don’t ever lie about your feeling or else I’ll cut you off.
First off this doesn’t relate to the poem but, who ever came up with the pretty ugly poem...genius! I love you! That is all. And secondly, I might have gone a little insane with this poem because of October...alright lol.
Oct 2018 · 130
Untitled
Cylia Oct 2018
I stand alone,
thinking
Next to a wall,
that’s already about to just fall
And I’ll imagine myself,
flying
Out in the sky,
Beneath the moon,
out at night
And I’ll hear the wind,
saying
Everything is going to be,
alright.
Oct 2018 · 144
Do you ever just Feel?
Cylia Oct 2018
Do you ever just feel like you wanna be alone?
With a ***** up mind that wants to explode?
That makes your body quiver at the sound of a loud bell,
Ringing in your ear waiting for life to recoil?
No? Well, I feel like that sometimes.
Oct 2018 · 136
Is It?
Cylia Oct 2018
The face that I wear, is it real?
The smile that I put, instead of fear,
When I laugh all alone, is it me?
Or
Is it pain that I feel really deep?
The pain that I feel, does it ache?
The life that I live, will it make her happy?
Or
Will it shrivel up and die at my feet?
Will the ice crack below underneath?
Can I stop overthinking over things?
The face that I wear, isn’t me.
Hidden behind mirrors
The face that I wear, is it real?
Sep 2018 · 163
Untitled
Cylia Sep 2018
Memories lost in a letter
By night underneath the stars
I look upon them, thinking.
Sep 2018 · 953
All These Feelings
Cylia Sep 2018
All these feelings in my head,
All these words left unsaid,
All of these memories with you in it, how can I ever forget.
All I see are fragments and pictures that clouds my judgements instead.
How can I be so worried?
When all I see is your face,
Clouding every shattered piece, a cold stare is left in your place.

All these feelings like lava,
Erupts when needed to burst
All of these feelings I can’t control,
And yet you’re the one holding my soul.
It glows a vibrant violet blue,
And while you hold onto mines,
I’m snuggling onto yours like an icy shield or more like an igloo.

All these feelings held by your warm embrace
tucking me away,
Forehead kisses telling all I need to know, that you got me, protected by your arms,
In a closed box, where no one can hurt me.
Sep 2018 · 183
Untitled #5
Cylia Sep 2018
Collecting the shattered pieces that is called p
              o
                  e
                      t
                          r
                              y
                                   .
Painting a blank canvas is like diving in w
                                                                     a
                                                                  t
                                                              e
                                                          r
                                                      .
Creating a black hole that is called l
                                                            o
                                                               n
                                                                   e
                                                                l
                                                             i
                                                         n
                                                             e
                                                            s
                                                               s
                                                                   .
But the more I read and write, I call that my own fantasy.
                               .
                                   .
Aug 2018 · 172
Untitled
Cylia Aug 2018
Raindrops
    Pour
        .
                   Dripping
                      Down
                       more
                           .
  I.        Am.      Soaked.     In.   My.  Form.
Aug 2018 · 3.0k
Wings
Cylia Aug 2018
With every sleep I find amusingly pleasing, lost in my dreams stuck in it like a coma, wondering if I ever want to wake back up and deal with reality instead of in a fantasy.

My eyes closed shut not wanting to open, everyone seems worried but I seem perfectly fine, seems I’m stuck in a daydream filled with all kinds of my long lost memories.

Everywhere I look seems dark,
No dreams no nightmares just blank.
No unicorns or rainbows,
No devils nor angels,
That all I see now is pitch black.

Am I dead or alive?
No demon tail no halo,
Bedroom eyes, I’m falling,
Away from the pitch black night in the sky
And on the other side, a light.
My other side, I see her.
White flowing hair, brown eyes.
No face, but pure glow reflecting my soul.

We’re both floating,
Looking so closely,
Mirroring the other like she’s the second half of my body.
Two souls touching, reflecting one another
By the time she opened her mouth to speak, I woke up not able to blink.
Aug 2018 · 149
?
Cylia Aug 2018
?
Is it the way I speak?
Is it the color of my skin?
Is it the way I talk?
What is it that makes you not want to date me?
Is it because I talk in riddles?
That doesn’t make your heart fiddle?
Is it the way I laugh?
Is it the way of how my skin looks?
What is it that makes you not want to date me?
Is it my hair?
My music taste?
Is it my face?
Is it my body?
Is it because I’m not that feminine?
Or is it because I show my heart out on my sleeve and end up with a broken heart each and every day?
What are you looking for?
Hiding behind laptops and computers like it’s your home.
Saying words like they’re going to make a difference.
Faking every word that you say to get what you want,
When I know they’re just lies
On top of
Lies
On top of
Lies.
Why?
Aug 2018 · 179
Shy but Bold
Cylia Aug 2018
Shy but bold you make me,
Tripping on off of my words.
Sleepy nights but night owl,
Underneath the stars I look.
Stuttering mess I got you,
Eyes that are grey in some ways.
Feeling a connected soulmate,
But loving you will never be easy.

Worried we were when we found you,
Lost lusting looming behold you.
Desiring that doesn’t bestowed upon you,
My long lost love I love you.
Bold but shy you told me,
Worrier that leaves me discovering.
Protector but possessive you are,
Romping my insides that awakens me.
Aug 2018 · 246
Untitled Poems
Cylia Aug 2018
Untitled poems are where the mystery lies,
Behind soft lyrics, they are pretty shy,
Behind every person, are hidden cries.

Untitled poems are always crystal clear,
They say what they say, and there’s never no fear,
And there’s always a second try that lies behind your clever wits when you cheer.

Untitled poems, they never linger,
By the end of the day, they always find a better trigger,
To cast away for another day,
But leaves the papers tainted.
Creating in their own twisted ways,
Leaving their hands painted.
There’s always going to be a poem that’s going to uplift or downfall someone’s spirits into making someone going forward or backwards in life and make them think a little on what they should do in a long or short term goal.
Aug 2018 · 136
UntitledTidal
Cylia Aug 2018
Need someone to see past my facade for
When the tides hit, all of me will
Be with it not just shatters of
Diamond dust catching
The floor, but
Shatters of butterflies
Filling the room
Where all my
             Creativity
                         Can flourish
And satisfy every ounce
Of my well being                        
Into a single fire                                  
         That is rich in every color of my soul...
And yet,
Everywhere I look you’re not there
But a replica of you with each different
Mask that I come upon is a
                                                               fake      
A fake that either wants me or wants me...
Because of my body or physically
Life lesson or misunderstanding...

and then you  have the ones that
Are pure as gold that sees right through
Your soul that has that deep connection and can hold a good conversation,
But the good thing about it
Is that no matter where
You are in the
Universe
I know
That I  
Am
Not
A
l
o
n
e
.
.
.
Aug 2018 · 135
Match
Cylia Aug 2018
Why do I keep texting, when I know he’s not going to answer?
My thoughts are telling me to challenge myself and yet my heart isn’t having butterflies.
I never listen to my girlfriends I guess that the reason why,
But could not being myself really be the answer.
                             I like deep conversations
         I like to think we’re becoming friends.
But I guess when he finally blocks me, then I’ll then learn how annoying I am.
      I guess the way that I am, I can’t change that.
         But finding the right guy, he’ll love that.
Aug 2018 · 4.3k
Nightmares
Cylia Aug 2018
Why do I struggle in bed?
I feel like my body wants to jump out of my skin.
Why do we think about things?
That makes our brain wants to jump out of our heads.
Lost in my thoughts, all of my patience          and waiting
and waiting for you to come in.
I don’t want to be here, not even hell could create a cage that can hold all my sins.
Why do I struggle in bed?
By the way how my covers look, seems I was dancing instead.

All of these strings,
Abandoning me.
        Tucked away, stored
         Creating new ways they can trigger me.
                Into thinking
                    I’m  breaking
           And yet create tangles inside of me.
Why do I struggle in bed?
     Why must you make nightmares out of rawness and sweat?
         Everynight I wake up, it’s like my body is soaked.
                           Drenched.
Why do I...why do I... keep having nightmares in bed?
Aug 2018 · 803
Leave the Negativity
Cylia Aug 2018
The devil is weak,
Trying to speak.
I don’t believe-That the words that he say,
Can keep me upbeat,
And could really delete,
Me, from this world that I hate, but also love, till the day I leave,
Then I’ll soon be complete. More than free.

I leave it be.
For when I do speak,
that all of these words are orderly said and doesn’t cause havoc and destruction that clumps up inside my head.
#positivityspreads #speakup #don’t #hideaway
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