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To be someone,
who's loyal by heart,
when I say:

". . . it's through"

*IT
IS
T R U E
.
I am a realist
I hold onto facts
Tighter than I hold onto you
I toy with the idea
Of making you my world
But I am a realist
So I settle on the idea
That you're just toying with my heart
Copyright under Bianca Reyes 2017
All rights reserved
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Enjoy
let us meet in the eclipse
and kiss deeply
before we separate again
 Jun 2017 Blessed Regalia
Amanda
Here I write
a wistful thought
about the past,
as if there's a different
thought one could have
about a previous life's desires.

Here I think
about the times
and the places we have been,
and how there's no going back
except in our memories.

Here I wonder
if you're sitting alone
or if you're next to her again
longing for something different
or sobering up at the fact
you'll never get it.
I am alone again
I knew that this would come
I saw it from afar
A bullet from a gun

Now I'm left here bleeding
No one to save me now
No one to give me stitches
Or wipe sweat from my brow

I am alone again
I feel it in my soul
I feel it in my heart
The loneliness is cold

I feel it in my heartbeat
It pumps within my veins
I want it to get out of me
I just want to be sane

And now I'm left again
With these red stains on my wrists
The bands of pain apparent
A touch of deadly bliss

I am alone again
And no one else can see
That though I am surrounded,
There's no one here with me.
Being alone with one's thoughts can be more dangerous than someone holding a gun to your head, because at least there's someone there to stop them.
I
For the best time to learn how to swim is when you are drowning,
The right moment to live is when you feel you’re dying,
Be not afraid of the unfamiliar, of uncertainties,
That are disguised in forms of hundreds of questions and opportunities.

II
The life we live is a series of narratives,
Of wins, of losses, of growing seeds and falling leaves.
Be prepared for plot twists and guest characters,
As your role will change from each time and thereafter.

III
You will feel happiness and other emotions from time-to-time,
Things that will puzzle you and leave you wondering where’s the rhyme,
All I can say is take comfort in fleeting times you’re feeling lost,
For it only means you know where you want to go -- a destination you’re about to cross.

IV
The uncharted waters might feel unsafe, risky, and sketchy,
Tread them carefully as on the other side are liberties.
Anxious? Stressed? Or perhaps startled and confused?
These are feelings signalling evolution that are being put to use.

V
Be excited to the places you will go and people you will meet.
Give everything, a wave, a smile, a meaningful greet!
You are destined to meet the You’s who are just about to be,
Greatness and possibilities are just some of what you are to see.

VI
Regrets will be in place as they will always be part of this epic,
The ones which will hurt the least on your deathbed must be the ones picked.
Remember that a day in your life when you will ask yourself questions will come,
I wish that you’d be able to answer and forgive yourself for everything you didn’t become.
 Jun 2017 Blessed Regalia
nivek
rejection is just a sign pointing to an open door.
I will hide my voice
At least until the sun ceases to rise,
I will hide my voice
At least until they leave;
I will my my truth
At least until they cease believing;
I'll just hide my voice 'til then
That the world's frail and already collapsing.

As I write a thousand words
A thousand wounds come with it;
As I spill a thousand tears
Burning hatred come dry it;
My demons would otherwise claim me
But I won't let them take my sanity;
They'd ooze out of me unexpectedly,
But all that's left would be my insanity.

Broken heart, broken memories;
Things I long for but cannot be given;
As I see you happy without me;
As I feel your blades thrash my very core;
I'll lay still.
Still as I hide my voice:
Frail and useless,
*Pleading—
6/16/17

I guess a useless journal

Now slightly rhythmical
M
You wrote a poem in class
about a heart you don't have,
necromancy hidden in romance, remnants
of a younger, braver self nestled in
riddled sweet nothings.

It shouldn't have burned to read it.
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