Diana Y Nov 2017
I feel powerful.
I feel compelling.
I feel forceful.

Like everyday
Every night
Every tear I've ever shed

Made me stronger.
  Oct 2017 Diana Y
You said that my heart is black
If only you knew
the depth of that blackness
how it reaches toward infinity
and grasps me with its talons
and pulls me under

You said that I'm two different people
If only you knew
the fearsome duality
of my restless spirit
and the constant wrestling
for dominance

You said you could love me if I let you
If only you knew
my heart's blackness
and my restless duality
will be your undoing
If only you knew...
If only you knew...
Diana Y Oct 2017
i feel like he's watching me
not in a scary way,
not in a seductive way,
but in a judgmental way.
i feel like he can read my thoughts
like he has gained entrance into the lives of everyone he's ever known,
but chooses to look closely into mine.
i'm worried that one day i'll meet him
and he'll bring up each moment
where i was caught off guard,
and laugh at me,
judge me,
ridicule me.
  Jul 2017 Diana Y
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
  Jul 2017 Diana Y
Justin Soberano
Limitations of the human heart,
So fickle and feisty and miserable.
Like a coin with two-faces apart,
I flip it like a switch as I gamble.

Losing my warmth like I've died,
I kept on walking barefoot in the Arctic.
I've lost my senses and forgot how to walk,
I fell down and drowned in the cold.

Feelings of contentment, "I tried."
Feelings of madness, "It's chaotic!"
Feelings of hopelessness, "Aftershock..."
Feelings of warmth, "No!", I called.

I wanted to give up all hope,
Inhumane to every emotion,
All I wanted was to cope,
But love was a miserable affliction.

As I tread this path of harsh winds,
Guided by what seems to be light,
I fell down into the ice-cold ocean,
And as I drowned, it was warm afterall...
Should I swim up and keep walking? Or drown and be satisfied with my own dying warmth?
  Jul 2017 Diana Y
Anne Hanratty
My eyes have been rubbed within an inch of their life;
I have forced myself to live within an inch of my life.
My body writhes in the bedsheets that I know I should leave but
I really don't want to because it's warm in here and
The world is cold.
the sadness will never end and I will never be happy without you, without all of you.

— The End —