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One day I will burn too bright and the world will see
I will represent the small stars of the shining city

But please always remember that I have the habit of collapsing
At night time, I will hide for a while and shed the tears that felt like eternity

But don't even think about me because I want you to know the reality
Sometimes the sun also loses and stop shining like how it used to be

And everyone will fear the fact that they will lose their liberty
And theories will be molded and everything will collide in a blink of an eye

But don't worry though because after all,
Collision is always needed to create another galaxy
Memories
Of happier times
Seem to pull
My head
Backwards

I’m caught between
Nobody
And
Everybody

If I separate
Totally
I will have
Nothing to work with

And sitting alone
With no one
To bounce off
To respond to
To plan with
To thrive for
Is pointless

To truly break free
Deciding to live
Fully

Is a risk

Many will tell you
What to do
How to live
Toe the line!
Step in time!

But to stand
Alone
Is tough
I am discovering this
Every day
Written 28th December 2015
Do not fear
The dawn
Of a new beginning

Life
Will inspire
New growth of the heart

If you feel broken
Don’t worry
You’re human

A great store of wisdom
Lies in every moment

Seeking a new path
And giving to others

Will unlock your nature
And renew
The self

Breaking through obstacles
Towards a new future

Brighter than ever
Imagined before

Planning each detail
No stone left unturned

A Dance with an  
Unknown potential begins

Sadness abandoned
And fresh hope arising

Live how you wish
And be who you are
24th December 2015
You can't just love and unlove anything.
No matter how mad, sad,
Annoyed, or irritated you are.

It's either you always have,
Or you never did.
You don't actually learn how to love anything.

It's like hearing a song for the first time,
Knowing it'd be your favorite one
- Right away. That, is the feeling.
You can ride on my carrousel
Always and always circulating
With shinning horses painted with oiled paint
You can ride on my carrousel
Always spinning in a sky blue painted ceiling
Enter in my carrousel
The children are playing
But they dont disturb
They only bring back good memories
-d.a
 Dec 2015 cynthia pacheco
katie
rain
 Dec 2015 cynthia pacheco
katie
This rain is torrential,
an endless purge
from Heaven,
no warning of its coming,
no clouds breaking
over the horizon
it is sudden & we are
no longer people,
  but fish swimming
in a vast ocean.
We wonder what we did
  to deserve this
as roads twist into rivers  
& we sink to our knees
  praying for it to ease.
Days pass then weeks,
  money floats along streams
& we shed clothes & phones,
  forgetting we were once
professionals with important
roles, in this fishbowl
we glimpse each others soul.
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