You was once somebody I’ve loved
You sat in the clear view of my world and I’ve watched you from close view move further into the distance
You went far beyond my reach that I seen what appeared to be a dark spot
In the end I couldn’t chase you even if I wasn’t that far away
You was once somebody I’ve loved
It seemed like we breathed each other’s air in the only thing is you’ve taken all of mine away
In the end I’m at lost

By: Relaire

I’ll become a stain in your sheets
Let myself go to be without you
A fragment without choice
Reason
Dye your dreams vividly

By: Ilah Relaire

Maybe I'm use to you
Desiring all your love
Touching me with your weight
Brushing your hands against me
Your hair falling free upon my chest
Your fragrance heightening my senses
Your breath touching upon my skin

Maybe I'm just as faulty as your love
A single touch can tell lies
A single kiss can mean so much
And you're like weeds ready to root
I'm use to you... Maybe

Maybe your thorns have spread
Maybe I like the pluck
Each thorn goes a little deeper
Each bruise over-layered

Maybe you're not as bad
I'm use to you

By: Ilah Relaire

If it sounded too good to be true
I've never chose you
I just came here
Life just threw you

I've never looked so hard
I just let it go
Let the time escape
Watch you pass by

If it wasn't so good
I would let it go
I would let you drift
I would let this fall

If the time was wrong
Then I’ll watch you
Watch you walk away
No feelings no attachment

When the timing was right
Did it matter?
Did it matter that I loved you
Was in love with you?

When the timing was wrong
Did it matter?
Did it matter that I still wanted you?

If it sounded too good
I never looked for you
Life just drew you here
Life just went too far

if it wasn't for love
Then I'd let it go
Let you go from here
Watch the tides
Fall Apart

By: Ilah Relaire

When life begins to fold within itself... Will it capture us?
All that beauty and art that we can become together in this madness.
Shall we become a ball of crumble would our love get caught in the mixture of this tangled mess? Or will we despair?
If life undressed us down to the soul will you see me and
be my equal?
Or will you see past me?
If we were stuck together would I be within you or would you be within me?

Whatever gets you here
Or gets me there... Is worth the capture and unravel.

By: Ilah Relaire

Plant this pain within your womb; all the emotions at it's finest print and all these senses at it's developing core
Flower this soul with it's remaining roots
Dry and brittle
But worth saving.

Spring this heart into a fern but firm with steadiness. Birth this development into belief.

By: Ilah Relaire

“Never going to be” when is love ever pure you honestly don’t know life and love. People fight, people are different Within a relationship than they are themselves. The first thing a person does before entering a relationship is sacrifice their sanity, dignity, character and emotional trauma; to fulfill somebody else’s life and existence.  Love is not a finding the perfect person it’s about picking the fruit that has a little sourness and sweet; you talk about not having things in common but yet we did and a lot of things. You decided to change on me, I happen to like the same things I’ve liked three years ago while being with you and you look at me differently. I didn’t change you did;  the only thing that changed was my attitude dealing with you.
I’ve never changed
I’m more hurt at the fact that you never seen what you’ve been doing to me than me reminding you that I’m hurt.

By: 𝓩𝓮𝓸𝓻𝔂

They say be happy about the days God give you to live to experience another breath and all the humanly things that makes a person human. But I can't stress it enough on how ungreatful I am to even be alive and go through the things that makes me think. On a daily note I wake up with my own germs and the thought of aging simply for nothing. I once thought as you age things will get better though there would be minor setbacks; however life has taught me well to never underestimate. In my dreams I see my death as beautiful as ever some in which I'm hanging from the rope tied to the ceiling of my fan and some where I'm walking upstairs in my apartment to make it to the top of the world falling from the edge. When I awake I'm left to feel misery of another day. I've met God and the devil... They look like me just on the flip side they have power over what's to come in my unneeded life


By: Leory Santana dawn

I suffocate in my reality of living
I'd rather much be anywhere but here
If this is hell then I must agree it's a beautiful mess oppose to the heavens that others speak of that I've yet seen.
My thoughts are like sparrows within the winds of this hell and a tale to be told and not heard
I'd rather much be dying of nothing oppose to dying with complications of analysing life by it's consistent source of energy and what comes in every package
I'm a empty glass of water and a struggle for myself to drink from and yet I'd rather be the dirt that grows weeds to be pulled from
My insight is valued as nothing more than a sight that's obvious... Life is a nightmare to sleep on when everyday ends the same with the same thoughts.
To tell many of you the truth that reads this I truly rather be trapped within my sleep other than be here with any of you.
Living deprives you of your last even when you gain more

I know I may not live long  this year for many unknown reasons, but please rest assure knowing that I’ve loved you and I apologize for not telling you any sooner.



I’m choking on my last breath I take and I can’t seem to find any other means to care. I’m stuck in my struggles of not caring... who knows me better than I?
I can’t crawl or climb above the surface of all my doubts and beliefs.





Last night she was a glimpse of empty pleasure, a cup filled with potential wishes. Her eyes reflected her love and desire for me and I couldn’t have possibly understood the type of love she felt for me. I took the chances of being her shoes for once and at that instance I was able to comprehend what I was doing to her to cause her to feel such compassion. She kissed me gently and with every touch and breath there was another story to be understood

Perfect question
Are we not aware of our self pride that allows us to be fooled by what should happen next?
We find passion by every excuse; exercising our minds to believe that we’re so great and not once is there an inch of realization upon what may be right or wrong.
What can be right can turn into what is actually wrong... what is wrong can be right
I’m scared to believe that I can live my life going to an end at anytime
But grateful to live this dream as if it was real.

Am I blessed to remember the pain that was inflicted in the past more so than the pain that awaits me?
If life is a living curse then why am I so fond of the one thing that makes me believe in the impossible
A lover for an exchange of heart
Behind a bitter kiss something sweet is formed
Behind every breaking point something becomes whole
A foundation built upon destruction to resurrect what’s to become of the future
Beauty is not what is seen
Beauty is more so the aftermath of what was destroyed
From corpses weeds are formed as the worms eat of what was left
From weeds they create many more alike

******* kisses within the night
Nightfall will take me away
Collect my thoughts in a paper bag
You'll see the bag rip open
place your smooth hands upon my face
to tell me "worry no more; everything is going to be okay"...
I know you're a liar from that empty statement
Kiss me off to my sweet adventure called life
I hope not to run back to you
Abuse the word love repeatedly
I know you're full of ****
You can't help it
Keep telling yourself that you can't live without me
please don't choke off those words
I enjoyed the fairy tale of your comfort
Now you've opened my eyes
I salute myself
for never caring

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Sowing seeds of pain
My tears will be the rain
My heart will be the sun
My emotions will be the seasons and my flesh will be the soil
I lie awake within a loop with many different faces
but the same outcome... A visible layout of my life
These souls take it lightly to be welcomed
in a heart that want's nothing more than to give love and receive
They run around the garden with trash falling from their  pockets
I'll put flame to the candle; for the remorse that takes place

By: Leory Santana Dawn

I've been feeling dead inside
she doesn't know me deep inside

She's cries under the pressure of finding love
She turns her back on what lies above her wanting nothing more than to be wanted and accepted
She walks in the path that screams save me from myself with threads of emotions attached to her
Her body aging from what was once new to what is now older with an imagination so vivid that it causes her salted wounds to raise above what nobody else sees
Somewhere in her heaven there's peace like no other
A journey to find the smallest faith in the world that takes away her reason to breathe; her reason for finding out who she is
She counts her days in seconds and her breath in hours like a discombobulated  calender
What she hoped for was simply the lost part of her; Her heart to be completed not by those who she consider family or friends but by the one that will save her from despair
Only a woman now that was once upon a time a little girl
She cries with her body more than she displays tears
A piece of hope in the world of the
unthinkable
She walks that path

By: Leory Santana Dawn

I stare at the layers of your lips wanting them to brush against my skin like peddles dancing in the wind when it's spring;
feeling the fine print of your hands well defined by your touches  
like no other has ever touched me

As I watch you leave the front door exiting our palace; I beg for God's mercy to bring you back safely as you came that fist day we've met on the ocean side in the late spring
I count 23 days with the celebration of having you in my life plus the months

You say worry no more but I can't help but realize how much you mean to me and how much I want to make this small beginning a forever...
How much do you love me?
You ask so boldly
Little do you know I love you with everything that makes me who I am with my flaws and perfections
I love you like everyday is the last day to tell you that I love you

I love you that much to tell you ahead of time that I'm in love you

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Surrender your heart like an offering to God
Touch me like you're  reaching for furthest star that caught your attention; better yet a piece of glass that you're gluing back into your life
Chase after me as if it's a rainy day and you just decided to play in the rain combining your tears and emotions all into one source of happiness and desire of new found fate
Follow me like you follow your dreams folding within each other
Love me as if I'm going to die at any moment making each
breath apart of your memory
Love me in the hopes of never seeing a
ending so heartbreaking

By: Leory Santana Dawn

she slips away like fine thread
Between my fingers she falls
I still manage to pull her back
After all these years of searching in the wrong places
She kisses me
Every kiss freshened

By:  Leory Santana Dawn

Can go on with all of these questions about society as a whole; but the real question should be where does justice fall when it needs a place to rest ?
Can fight until the end of the world
End results will always be what have we gotten out of wasted energy,
intellect, and youth...

In fact nothing
We are all slaves to something
Even those that refuse to face reality

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Being closed minded and being ignorant could never be justified...
It serves no purpose for those whom desire a place where one lives freely as they were born

By: Leory Santana Dawn

How can white supremacist protest about making America a better place by concentrating on hating people because of differences? Something that's dates back further than Europeans and Spaniards settlement in this beautiful country. Have these people of today's world forgotten where they've came from as far as their ancestry and about the people whom they've slaughtered were in fact the Natives. They forced people to fall under their religions as far as Christianity and so on. African american women and men know that they're African decedents; but they know nothing about what was taken from them and we overlook it.

People that are apart of the LGBT community finally have the freedom to do as they wish with whomever and these white supremacist want to take that away from them again.

KKK's are against interracial relationships and yet some of their people within their bloodline ***** a lot people; let us not forget according to history the first interracial relationship in America dates back to April 5, 1614
Pocahontas and John Rolfe.

Jews were tortured by Nazis from 1933 to 1945.

Hispanics escape their originally places of birth to come to a country that gives people the right to make a better life for themselves and decisions just as well as everybody else.

People are so busy minding everybody else's business but their own

History creeps up on the current.

By: Leory Santana Dawn

They ate of my flesh while I stared in their eyes that cried for a brief moment. Their tears were of happiness; nothing more than my defeat. They flossed their teeth with my fragile bones feeling a thirst for my blood.
I've begged them to allow me to rest
They continued to rip me in pieces and put me back together to do it all over again and again.
They grinned and danced in my pain
God didn't come
God didn't see
They knew God wouldn't look too far right or left to find me in the scattered limbs

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Broken souls carry the past
Never a future to begin with
Fragments of a broken heart
Peace that cannot be found
So impossible
A thought of how these things came to be and why
Why is the broken never fixed when glued so tight?
Why does the soul fight hard to escape its temple?
My worries are not in what's to come in the future but how can fix what's current.
Do I run towards the hand that reaches to save me or do I fall on face repeatedly asking for a way out.
Pain kisses my lips more then Gods grace and forgiveness
I speak the truth with a broken soul
I eat what is good and it turns bitter all the time.
My hands shake the hands of reality that tells me that I'm hopeless, joke, useless, and yet I still force myself to find a light of beauty that everybody speaks of...
Where is this beauty that everybody speaks of?
Life is a twist within a twist
Based on confusion
Turning hope into a lost tale

By: Leory Santana Dawn

The creases of your lips sinking into my skin
Each kiss flowing down my spine tickling my soul out of it's shell
I pursue my thoughts and desires
A sense of faith that this will never end
I want a tale within a tale
That I'll limp in pain in my feet to just to see what will happen as God will throw me me in your arms reach

By: Leory Santana Dawn

The emotions of a relation
only draws me closer to the ship
You say you're capable of loving me
I give the zero doubts for I've been fallen for you before the first breath of life
I love you whole heartedly
If God had not molded you any sooner
Where would my heart be?
In raging pain of a broken heart fixed on loves entity and existence
By: Leory Santana Dawn

Force my hands back in my pocket
As much as I wanna touch you
I'll take the tears of happiness back to replace them with the things that I couldn't grow.
Give me my soul of heart
Give me my soul of faith
I'll be on my way
Finding another walkway
I'm wanted somewhere else
Not you

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Does she take your new breath away
Does her shallow heart capture your attention into blindness
I guess she's your image of beauty if I'm not
Stolen words
Leading to a stolen heart
Does she reach the depths of your lost soul
A competition you say that doesn't exist but I've seen better these times of crisis and yet you sleep to wake up in your filth and lies
Does she grant wishes that I cannot
My replacer stares me down 18 blocks away where I cannot see and you do nothing but allow her to soak you within an imagination
of possibilities
Does she carry the pavement more firmly than I do
Morning kisses forever sweet?
Conversations of reality?
Is she the full package ?


By: Leory Santana Dawn

Kiss me when we're in life's fabric
kiss me with life's fabrications
Hug me when there's nothing more to hold onto as everything gets covered by the mist
Look at me exhaling your last breath to say those three words that everybody misuses
" I love you "
Promise me that the darkness won't cover your eyes and you'll continue to see my action of love
Rome in mance
Romance

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Where skin is torn by distruction
New skin is formed
Tears are whole
Life is molded into another form of beauty

Where lies are told to one ear to another
Many voices of the same lies are passed down until time is no more

Passion turns into empathy
As living bodies turn into dust
Something always become nothing

A beautiful meaning placed on everything to discribe the worlds twist and toss

Dead weight from a beautiful life of lies and finding meanings

By: Leory Santana Dawn

She  bites into my wrist
I love the pain she inflicts
She scratches me deeply
I beg for more pain
She takes a knife to my skin
Skin me like a cat
She cries in the process
Let your tears fall on my wounds
She beats me until I'm unconscious
I'll awakened later
She yells at me from her *****
I listen clearly  and carefully
She kills me
I get abused by her still from the other side

By: Leory Santana Dawn

She pinches me awake even though I'm already awake
Her fingerprints engraved in my skin
I've promised to never remove her touches
For that each one is kept dearly in my memories

She smiles to hide that she wants me to stay but there will always come times I must depart becoming one with myself in the nightfall
I've seen the tears in her happiness even though she hides it others
I know her better behind the shattered emotions

She holds me tight
Looks at  me with her soul making me swear to her that I won't ever leave and I make that promise reality even through the difficulties

I won't see her broken
I won't see her alone
I won't

By: Leory Santana Dawn

How many times in a day do we try to run away from our shadows?
Following us on our lonely trip called life;
This shadow these shadows are attached to our births and yet not our breaths.... attached to our spit as well as everything else.
Do our shadows die alongside?
Every decision we make is mocked by our shadows like
Kissing the lips of our false lovers

By:Leory Santana Dawn

He became the very breath that she couldn't chase after as for her... she became the the tale of a lost woman
Together they were bonded

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Will I become the pages in your diary?
A breath taker created in the form of words,
a title to tell a story of a prince fighting his way to you, an idea of creativity and distraction
Will you rip me from your diary if I only brought to you sorrow
a flow of words that others won't comprehend other than yourself.
How many endings will you make of me until everything falls into place?
Will I become your final sonnet ?
Continue giving breath to your diary filled with words

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Is the view of the world slanted within your rare view?
A well built imagination of what you'll love me to become
My ****** body wouldn't allow you to keep falling before your time is called to serve
Lack of understanding allowed us to become
a project of what most people have lost the feeling of
Our soulmates are ideals of ourselves
I won't attend to losing myself within your views

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Tears are reflections of an act
Test this with passion
Losing everything before your eyes
Tears are emotions
Finding reasons to feel
No subject
Not subjected
A killing desire to find a way to
Act upon what will come true

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Hold me hostage within your misery
I'll gain the walks in your path
Push me furthest away
Please don't lose your way out of the darkness
The light from your eyes will fade away
I'll be your eyes when you lose your guard
Shall your rope be thin
I'll become the extra layers
You're reason to love
And be in love
Those two are always different
Do know this to be fact
I'll help you find your reason to wake

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Do I give you the sweetest
oxygen to inhale
In exchange for you love
Your cravings are too much
You're carving yourself into wood pieces
Don't light your torch too fast as rain may come
I'll follow the ends of your mud prints

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Where your soul is dismissed
You rely on the truth for finding a reason
To exist, love, hate, and perish

Bones to ashes we become
magnify on the time of losts and gain
How can we live when we're all struggling to breathe?

Truths become lies
Beauty becomes a phase
An illusion to find a reason to smile
And ask ourselves what made us happy while we lived

My understanding of how such a ****** up illusion can be so ugly that it becomes beautiful to indulge in the act of of finding who you are

What's a day when it's always night?
Ask yourself away

By: Leory Santana Dawn

Back to you and I'll love you dearly forever

All the right ways
I'll find a way to get back
Paulses in your vain
I'll run through your body
Like an earth worm
Share your lips with me
I'll build a collection of exchanges
A kiss bank
Do the are handprints connect?
I'll cage the romance; it'll never fade
We'll be trapped in amber

By: Leory Santana Dawn