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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.
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
.
.
.
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?
Cylia Aug 2018
You keep your life on a pedestal,
Even when the love of your life is beside you...

Why is it every time I hid from my feelings,
I trip away, I hide, I even start to cry?
But every night I sleep, I get visions every week,
About him, and then I become scared.
My flame, he ignites it
Even when he stares deep into my eyes, my sockets
My heart starts to race, my body deflates...why am I feeling this way?

My stomach is filled with butterflies like my whole world has exhausted, like my whole life was on pause
Being trapped inside a box,
With no doorway that leads to anything,
That would turn my whole life upside down into something.

Every time I see him, my heart starts to melt,
My life starts to crumble, but the walls, they stay intact...
They won’t move, but there’s a door...
Whenever I step near, it’s like another person is on the other side, ...scared.
So, it’s about a girl(me) whose afraid to show her feelings to a guy that she really likes, but doesn’t know if he feels the same way for her.  So she’s hiding all these feelings that she feels towards him, but what she doesn’t know is that the other person on the other side of the wall is afraid of what she might think of him...if that made any sense.
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.
Why
Cylia Aug 2018
Why
Maybe I'm safe in your arms,
our bodies colliding in some,
We're both facing eye-to-eye
But my demons still lurk inside.
Why keep me by your side?
Why didn't you let me walk by?
Why did you stare, so deeply inside, where all my demons
lie?

Maybe I'm safe in your arms,
It's probably safe to cry,
I haven't been myself, in such a very long time,
I felt like I was going to die.
Why are you such a mystery?
Why set my soul ablaze?
Why stare at me, with those cold gray eyes, where my demons wants to come out and play?
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.
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
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.
Cylia Aug 2018
The words that I want to come out of my head is ******* shut.
The thoughts that I let cloud my judgement is locked up.
And yet you still want to see me when my soul is locked in a treasure box?
What do you want me to do?
Let my emotions rage loose, like a trigger that’s not built to stop or let me drop, like a falling clock
The words that I say are unique,
Bound by fate by a string,
Judged by many, not by he,
Because the only person that could control my luck, is me.

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