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Carol Sixx Mar 2013
Truthfully, I think that there is a hidden hint that he tried to speak.
If it’s not a trial, then my mind is playing tricks on me.
I can’t always rely on my instincts,
They’re just signs that I see with my eyes.
And it’s not the signs that I seek for,
I look for the truth that lies underneath those signals.

Maybe I was just over-thinking.
Maybe I think too much and build my hopes up.
Cause there are times I find possibilities;
But partial of me hits upon reality;
That all the signs are impossibly real,
So unreal they’re just a creation of imagination.

I could never understand why I can’t stop
I felt like I found a road that leads me nowhere
I felt like I’m waiting for things that could never happen.
It has left me with unanswered questions.
I can’t halt the feelings that feel so real.
And no matter how hard I try to stray away
There is no absolute way to **** it.
I don't really know if you call this a poem. I just wrote my thoughts down. In other words,this is so random. Gladly to receive any comment for my...works... :)
Carol Sixx Nov 2012
I won’t hesitate no more
It has become a certainty
A reality that takes long to describe
Definitely this is more than illusion.

I never looked up to you
But when I hold your hand
I felt a sudden collision
An unexplained form of feelings.

It kept me wondering;
Why did you leave me hanging?
I kept asking for more
But nothing seems to be fulfilled
When musing casts its curse on me.

Needlessly my ship is sinking
It’s plainly obvious
That your eyes can see
I have to **** my emotions;
‘Cause this is unreal
It’s only misery and nothing more.

I don’t want to call this love
‘Cause you’re not mine to call
I need to stop pretending;
And **** all these false hopes.

But you know I want you
You give such undefined hints
To constantly deceive me;
And make this an endless tryout
To stray my heart from you.
Carol Sixx Oct 2012
The night has its own spell
It casts me to think deeper
‘Cause some nights are cold
But this very night is different.

I feel the warmth of my deepened feelings
I feel your pulse beating around my waist
I feel your mild breathe that warms my back
I feel warmth intertwined with calmness

This very night is dearest
I sleep with a smile on my face.
Often the curse of my night
Will always be filled with questions

So I ache for another sweet warmness
But it has foolishly blinded me
I fell for it really fast
I’m breathlessly going under.

But the night is over
And it makes me realize
The warmth is just temporary
You’ll never be mine.
I wrote this because I just couldn't stop remembering. :)
Carol Sixx May 2012
She lives in the dark
For her to hide her painful mark
You won't see her cry
Cause her eyes show no fear.

For her soul can't dissolve in light
The emptiness in her mind
A heart made of concrete ice
In show against the hallowed dark of her.

She questioned of her very existence
How this demon got a hold of her?
A haunting conscience blinded her eyes
She neglected the world in His hands.

She was already fallen
She locked the door of her heart
To keep her safe inside
To restore her innocence and be whole again.
My first poem. :)

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