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 Oct 2013 Delusional Illusion
KM
I'm not afraid of dying
I'm afraid of getting older
And the demons of my past
Never letting me find closure
10/8/2013
Let me guess my way into the everness of a today or fade
come kiss me in the shade
come raid my heart,
take me to pieces and rebuild me part by part, because apart from you I number only one of two,an incomplete,
come kiss me quick and delete my memory
make of me an anonymity
or kiss me oh so passionately that I would be unbound
and set free.
I wish he could see how I'm starting to care
I wish he could tell that my heart leans towards him
With each new compliment he gives
I blush and shine just a little bit brighter

I wish he could be  happy
and I wish I could be the one to show him
I wish he'd get over her
She's over him

I wish I could look into his eyes
and see a reflection of my emotions
I wish he would walk in
and place a smile upon my lips

I wish that when I wake
from dreams of him,
I won't feel ashamed
Like I've just done something wrong

I wish he would lean down
and place a small kiss
on the point of my nose
so I can quickly lift up
and press my lips to his

I wish he wasn't the cause
of this sudden desire and lust
and the anguish that follows

I wish his feelings were real
rather than a distraction
I wish he didn't do this
because it is unfair to me

I wish he could see this,
my poems of him,
And he would know
how I feel

And I wish that wouldn't make him
scared no longer
He would know he could
trust me

I wish once he read them,
a smile would slowly make
it's way across his features

Then he would look to me
And his eyes would sparkle
for once he'd be happy
to have
me

**I wish
I'm looking up
At the full moon
Feeling like a fool
Under the midnight noon,
Thinking about how
She changed me
And then she left,
Would my tears
Be like footsteps in the sand,
My pillow the shore
That absorbs my steps,
Realizing how even after
98% of my atoms have changed,
That 2% will always remain
The same because of her,
The imprint of memories
Like ducklings
But I was too soon set free
Into my too calm a pond,
And I tell myself
I should have run away
Whence I came upon her,
Like a black cat,
But what superstition
Could give a heads up
Before I lost my head
My heart and my soul,
I a headless horseman
Ambling through the night
Until the dreaded sunrise...

APAD13 - 139 © okpoet
it's barely summer
but i've forgotten
how to breathe;
i fall in love
with strangers
before they even speak.

entangled within
the pulsating crowd
like a fly trapped in a spider's web;
questions are spun
all around.
inferiority screams in my ear
& consumes all thoughts
until i can't hear
all the questions that are caught
between threads of my insecurities,
weaving around
& around
the fabric of my being -
tightening its grip
with everyone seeing
me choking.

it's barely summer
but i can feel
winter's chill:
each pump of my left ventricle,
an exertion against will,
leaves me *******
& frozen, still -
but feeling like i could run
before you could catch me.
i watch the moon
trade places with the sun,
racing against time,
but my day
has still not yet begun.
as featured on my deviantart: www.setmyworldintomotion.deviantart.com
 Oct 2013 Delusional Illusion
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blood runs through my veins
I guess that means I'm alive?
my heart is getting oxygen
I guess life is worth living?

despite all those things
my heart aches for happiness
misery is all I contain
from all the pressure
from all my pain

I am not perfect
I am quite definite
my heart is empty
my mind has plenty
too much emotion
it almost suffocates
and even destroys me

you know my name
not my emotional state
so think of that
the next time
you see my face

take a look in my eyes
do those eyes look happy?
take a look at my mouth
is it speaking of glory?

there is so much
I continue to hide
you haven't seen nothing yet
this is just the beginning of it

my mind is possessed
by negative thoughts
my personal demons
they simply applaud
they applaud
giving applause
to themselves
for destroying
what used to be
my healthy self

my body is thin
partly malnourished
my skin is quite pale
that happy glow
it simply vanished
eating disorder
trying to recover
possibly bipolar
my mood is
so out of order
feels like I'm stuck
on a rollercoaster

nobody knew all this
but since I'm a poet
I might as well express

I also have scars
not sure if you know
that I used to cause
myself physical harm
whenever I needed
to feel calm
I'm sure nobody knew
but now you all do
because I'm
opening my heart
to all of you
This is my most personal poem, ever.
So many on here have been so brave,
in opening up about their lives,
I thought I would too.

© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Oct 2013 Delusional Illusion
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sensitive to the slightest touch
everything you give me
sends me to the heavens
and all of the above
you consume my time
you consume my brain
you consume my thoughts
the brewing passion
in my thin veins
never seem to fade
you push my buttons
you drive me insane
still I hear myself
repeating your name
when your body
is pressed against mine
your love is beyond
what I can imagine
maybe this is
my own kind
of heaven
© Natali Veronica 2013.
2.
if we ever get drunk again
I'll remember that day our lips met
and that day when
you stole my breath away

but if we ever spent the next day
you wanting us to be 'just friends'
I will grab you by your shoulders
and shake the world out of you
and kiss you so hard
that my lipstick stained your lips permanently

this way
it'll be my turn to steal your heart away
and i will make you doubt
of why you ever thought
that you are better off alone
My indefatigable soul
Patiently waits for its mate.
The many years  gone by....
Would not at all matter to me.
Faces come and go,
Changes occur without a warning...
It could be now, or tomorrow,
It could be much much later.
At this point in my life,
My soul is not to be discouraged...
My soul cannot be disheartened.
So long as there's breath within me,
Patiently, it would wait for its mate....
My indefatigable soul.......


(Some lyrical spur(ts) of the moment....from long ago..)

Sally

Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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