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Caira Ventura Jan 2017
She stares back at the bruises that have scarred her body,
Upon the mirror she sees the stream of tears running down her face.
Will she admit defeat? Yes.
Will she allow herself to be vulnerable to pain? Yes.

She gets up.
She dusts off the anxieties that have clouded her mind.
Will she be okay? Of course.
Will she conquer? Of course.

For underneath her battered soul lies the heart of a warrior.
For underneath all the fears she has, she will rise as a queen.

Never underestimate the fire in her eyes.
Caira Ventura Nov 2016
Sweet words of affirmation.
Weak actions of cowardice.
Long glances at the little things she does.
Silence speaks out loud when you hear her laugh.

Rumours are running around.
Hearts are being broken by millions.
People watch you both and try to decipher,
"Are they really together?"

Time will only tell,
If your worth being under my spell.
Time will only show,
If we should just let things flow.
Caira Ventura Aug 2016
A universal voice that echoes through the source of time.
A feeling of warmth as it wraps those familiar arms around you.
A tingling feeling that resonates on your lips when it kisses you.

Betrayed, dismayed, and terrorized was what it left you feeling.
Bittersweet but traumatised by the memories that were long gone.
Because of you, I have realised that love can either make or break you.

Coming of age was what love did for everyone.
Calling your name through my lips did not leave a sting anymore.
Creating a whole new identity was what love was.

Love changes you.
For better or for worse.
Caira Ventura Aug 2016
There was a barrier between the both of us.
There was a girl in the mirror staring back at me.
There she was standing tall and mighty.
There was a hint of glimmer in her smile.

The girl who stood there had hollow eyes,
The girl had curves and stretch marks around her thighs.
The girl who everyone thought to be a timeless beauty,
The girl had wanted to rot away for quite some time.

Beauty was what she was known for.
Beauty was what she was seen to be.
Beauty was what made her transcendent.
Beauty was what killed her.
Caira Ventura Aug 2015
It has been awhile.
As time passed the awkwardness between us grew.
Forming a bond with you was a nuisance, you were too fragile.
Who knew that we met at the wrong time regretting chances we blew.

Hearing your name felt like an odd habit I wanted to get rid of.
Yet seeing your face on my timeline still makes me wonder,
If time would bring us back together would you be aloof?
What has a millennial like me have to do but look from a yonder.
Caira Ventura Mar 2015
The princess finally took her place on the throne as she awaits for her crown that is adorned with silver linings.
The mighty warrior is given her sword as she is steadfast towards her battles as she slays murky monsters and fire breathing dragons.
The super heroine watches over the town of her loved ones as her cape floats with the wind while she protects the lives of the innocent.
The angel fluttered her decadent white wings as she is about to take flight to embark on a wonderful journey led by faith.

As the princess finally accepts all the hatred and negativity that others have given her,
Or perhaps the mighty warrior heals from her scars and battle wounds.
Maybe even the super heroine has decided to overcome her Kryptonite.
Even the fallen angel knows that she must be forgiven for thy sins she has committed.

But, alas, the princess shall sit with her head held up high as the heavy crown is placed on her.
The blood of the warrior has been wiped off her skin and her bones have turned into pieces of metal that are strong enough to fight even harder.
Capes and compassion has been the heart of the heroine.
Lastly, may the faith strengthen thy beautiful angel forevermore.
This is to mark my journey as it ends being a sixteen year old. All the hardships I have faced throughout the year. All the lessons I have learned from my mistakes. All the values that was taught to me. May the bright age of seventeen bring nothing but strength, happiness, and overall faith into my life.
Happy Birthday Caira <3
Caira Ventura Mar 2015
Why did the angel fall for the demon?
Was it the devilish smile he had that made her cheeks burn a rosy red;
Or perhaps his dashing charm that made her head spin around.

You want to know the truth?
The angel fell for a monster, because she was lonely.
Before she met the demon, a knight and shining armour broke her heart.
All the while she thought that finding someone else would mend her broken soul.

Little did she know,
She ended up falling into a deep dark abyss of regret and loss.
And, so, the angel decided to escape the wrath of the demon.
Oh, the demon begged and pleaded for her not to leave.
He was on his knees, for all the wealth he once had was gone.

The angel had no choice but to stay and live decades of heartache.
For she had made a child with this demon.
She had grown up to be a lovely lady just like the angel.
"I pray she will understand one day." the Angel whispered to God.

The angel's strength is what kept her bravery going.
Her wings started to take flight with freedom;
for one day she knew that all this war in her heart;
Will soon be put to rest.
This prose I made is for all the ones who are lonely in love. Let's just say I once knew a couple who met at their loneliest states in life. Everything moved too fast for this couple. And feelings of regret, anger, and heartache arose.
Ladies and gentlemen, the lesson for today is to love when you are ready. Not when you are lonely.

God Bless You - Caira
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