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 Nov 2016 Bianca Reyes
Inga
Hey, have you heard of a town
A small town that resides at the last boundaries of the earth
A town where all rumors speak of truth
A town who have made the last birth

I once knew a town where people look different
Various races, diverse bloodlines running through the land
But when that time comes, when the clock ticks at 7 in the evening
Ah, yes! Look into their faces, they are just one of a kind, standing hand in hand

They said that town crumbles slowly day by day
That the edge of the earth seem to swallow them down deep into the abyss
What lies out there has been vogue yet familiar
And when someone falls down, the town will be filled of words, songs to reminisce

You will never know you're in that town once you're in there
I've heard that once you step in, you shall resemble a lost child
Who has walked for ages just to find his way home
Until he finally settles in, the nostalgic scent, so tender and mild

How was it possible? Memories that have been altered?
Or don't you think, the way you're in, is nothing but a shadow covering the truth?
That once you decided to look for the town at the edge of the earth
You'll finally feel like a large tree reversing its life after finding its deepest root

Nevertheless, all these sayings, one thing bothers me
That in that town, the moon was so enormous that it dominates the skies at night
And every time, little by little, it seems to be moving closer to the town
Hiding beneath is a smile as it illuminates the whole place in sheer delight
just thought of this after the super moon phenomenon!
My neighbor's wife is battling cancer and she needs your prayers.
Please show her that you want her to get better, please show that you care.
Her name is Jane Webb and she's undergoing chemotherapy.
She needs prayers from you and she needs prayers from me.
 Nov 2016 Bianca Reyes
xmxrgxncy
A paper crown, and a heart made of glass
A tattered gown, and her kingdom of ash
She walks alone, she can never look back
The story of a queen whose castle has fallen to the sea

She'll make it out, but she's never the same
She's looking down, at the scars that remain
But you hold your ground, though your kingdoms in flames
Cause it's the story of a queen who's castle has fallen to the sea
Knowing there's no one who will be a king that will come and save his queen

When all she needs, when all she wants, when all she finds
When all she is, and ever was, is compromised
Cause there's no one to love her
When you build your walls too high
And there's no one to love you when you build your walls too high

She's looking out, from the war that's inside
She's screaming out, cause no one survived
But when you're all alone, you wait and you hide
Cause it's the story of a queen whose castle has fallen to the sea
Knowing, there's no one who will be a king that will come and save his queen

When all she needs, when all she wants, when all she finds
When all she is, and ever was, is compromised
Cause there's no one to love her
When you built your walls too high
And there's no one to love you when you build your walls too high

There is no one, who is strong enough, to save your love
There's no fairytale
There's no fairytale

When all she needs, when all she wants, when all she finds
When all she is, and ever was, is compromised
Cause there's no one to love her
When you build your walls too high
And there's no one to love you when you trap yourself inside
I never post song lyrics by themselves. I don't own this song or the rights to it. But I can't take it off repeat.
 Nov 2016 Bianca Reyes
Cara May
the smell of the rain
and the grey skies
were my definition of happiness
for me yesterday.
A moment captured,
as a semantic memory.
For once I feel contained
and the grey skies were
my cotton candy.
memory
I feel decompressed and lethargic,
as I continue scrolling through my online soul only to see a kind-hearted person now nostalgic.

Why can't we all feel the same?

Why does the world seem to be aflame?

It's because we all try to accomplish being perfect,
and when we spot "convicts" we don't even detect we inflict neglect.

The thought of unity is fading away as is the hippie way,
a late anniversary bouquet whittling away,
a smoking cigarette left around the ashtray, dying this midsummers day.

Why is this thought so crazy anyway?

The change starts internally,
and can only be finished by an honest community,
one where we can all live with our acquired mental immunity.

Finally, peace sets within our unity.
 Nov 2016 Bianca Reyes
Kinza
Do words count for pure love?
Don't believe in coincidences
I don't know anything
In spite of all those who know everything
On my right and left bad women
I'm fed up, throw me out.
In this rumour game
The candle of the lier goes down
The story returns to the start
There was this song, how was it called
This is love, you never know
Maybe it turns and finds me
This is chance, you never know
Maybe it turns and finds me
For pure love words don't count
#pure #love #game #words #chance #believe
Your finger
traversed
your rouge
lips

Landing
vertically
with a husky
shush

I was
reminded
then
that blood

...is thicker...
 Nov 2016 Bianca Reyes
KB47
Society got my IQ vexed
Media got the people hexed
Religion got me perplexed
System always has a pretext
Out of the matrix, where we gotta go next
Break out the system
Gentle dusting across the earth,
singular stars are getting their birth.
Each unique with every flake,
instellar galaxies all at stake.

Falling from the heavens,
This is the day the angels come out to play.
A fresh new start, pure and clean
it can be so freeing.
Silence, peace, and beauty galore
so much new old area to explore.
Crystals of fragile flakes surpass, our minds and endeavors all at last.
Until we find we are alone with the universe
finding ourselves, with every verse.
Cold running through our veins,
complexing our hearts, leaving us full of stains from the endless mutiny of our wondering brains.
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