In the world
of words,
and poems
I am nothing
but the tip
Of a broken wing,
a broken pencil.

In the world of art and paint
Im a torned and broken page
that only you with your love and likes
can mend...

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In this world
of words, and poems
I'm nothing
but the a broken wing,
or broken pencil.
A pen with no ink...

In the circle of books, artists,
and painters
I'm just a microscopic
torn, teared out, broken page.

In the world of lovers and couples,
I'm a fan of Allan Poe.
His love was always deep and tragic.
Mine is deep and broken.
But only you
my dear love
can mend this broken soul....

By E.R.L.
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"Moon, if you see him, tell him
that I love him"

Please moon ask him
where he goes,
away from me.
Why he is not seeking me
begging me to be his
forever.
He is this deep melancoly
I feell
that drives my heart and dream,
the thorn on my flowers.

It was easy at first
when we were young
our love was a game
but dear moon
now it's a game of life or death.

It was easy at first
when our kisses where that motor
that started our emotions
and we touched the ceilings,
the skies and  
and heaven.

Now that he is far away,
I still feel his love inside.
Moon if you see him please tell him
that I love him more than the air I breath,
my heart is wide open to love.
Without his love I will die.
I will die.
I will die.
Moon tell him please...








"I Love You"
I love you from the first time I saw you.
I love you. I define my feelings with these
three simple words; "Yo Te Amo"/ "I love you". Tomorrow is like a year and the moon calls for you, sings at you, and follows you, if you are far.

When I was a child,
I wanted many toys.
When I was a girl,
I wanted to have that boy.

But now I'm a woman,
And I know that life's not about play.
And that boys can't save the day.
And I wished a man would come my way.

So I waited.
And I dated.
But soon I realised,
That what I wanted,
no man could satisfy...

Every longing. every desire.
Every need for validation.
Every emotion.
This kind of drove me to depression.

A lost dream. A broken heart.
This fake smile, this calm facade.
This strong front, this high esteem.
I really wish that I could scream.

But thinking back upon it all.
The small girl of then, still standing tall.
On the outside, her frame is small.
but inside she's ten feet tall.

She is strong and matured now.
And I know she'll survive somehow.
I don't know what's ahead,
But there's no need to be afraid.

I don't know if you're just like me,
But, just know that you can be...
Very strong and very brave.
Keep going, don't lose your faith.

And on some fateful day,
You'll meet a man along the way.
And you'll be able to say..

"There was no better time to meet,
all our struggles made this sweet.
And it was all as it should be..
To make you YOU, and make me Me.
Now, we can say in certainty,
That all of this was meant to be."

Hopelessness. Emptiness? What is it that torments me. Why are there frayed ethereal chains growing ever longer. What is at the end of this bloodied chain. I must pull but when I pull my chest heaves there blood and pain and agony soaring through my body. Why do I feel this way? What is the cause!? I see someone at the end of this chain..... No not chain, chains why are there so many? All of them hooks digging into my flesh why? Why must my body been torn like this? Brothers? Family? My love? Why are you growing farther apart from me? Why is it that the further you go the farther these chains extend and the more they pull on my body? Why? Why must I feel such pain? Don't be angry with me! But behold you are not angry with me. So why is this pain. This. Emptiness why does it still envelop me?

The desire to love another to see that person in your arms. To dawn a new form a new horizon. But when you hold your new love all you see. Is the desire of the past. The impossibility of that love torments you to holds you back like a warden who's prison you are in. It's shackles haunt and torment you.  You need to move on you say to go forward to take that step. But all you see or want is the past. Yet even in the past it was not to be. Tormented that she was meant for another. Unknown is it to you the reason for your affection. All you know is that you want her. You desire her. You need her. You'd **** for her you'd die for her. You become obsessed. You ask yourself why?!? Why must I love this person?! It drives you insane all the while you try and forget her to leave her and never remember her. But like a mother to her child you come back. You need her. But she can't be yours. She's meant for another. The burning desire inside of you can never be quench. So you desire to forget and leave. Become a wanderer and set for the sands of time. Your love manifests itself into your world. Untainted by the its love being reciprocated. It simply because like a dog begging for its master to praise it. But you have become a wanderer you try and move away from this un evolving  love. But you can never leave. It will haunt you. You were meant to be but your half of the soul was split in two. And your other  half is her lover. This torments you. You want to simply sleep. It's been a tiring journey all you want is sleep. You were a wanderer but now. You're a warrior and it's time to find your rest.