Volvi solo para decirte que
Inventé aquellas cosas que alguna vez nos prometimos.
Creo que tienes razon,
Tengo la culpa de enamorarme,
O a caso solo de querer, sin
Razon alguna de las personas equivocadas. Las
Imagenes permanecerán hasta que me canse de escribir, pero
A solas, por la noche, las palabras son mi unico consuelo.
After painful years, the images in my head
finally start to show color
From an abysmal black
To the blinding white of your devious smile
They're tainted now in a hue of brown
to deep red
and finally, the sunshine orange you wanted to see.
I would run to your arms
Like no one ever will.
Now all that's left is my tiptoes
as to not wake up the only dream that still remains.
My heartbeat is finally louder
than my own voice
You are not him,
And I'm not her,
the ones that we were before being us.
You were like that but now
You sound a little of me.
I was like that but now
I come a little from you.
in just one instant everyone separates
from the images we loved the most,
and dear friend
you will lay
in pain beside the frames.
I left you thinking about many things
and hopefully you will think a bit of me along the way.
in this path towards death
I feel well accompanied
I feel almost satisfied
when I picture that far away,
wherever you are,
maybe you believe my words before going to bed
or come across me in the streets of your dreams.
How long should I be here?
... walk endlessly
How long will you be near?
wounds of memory
How long until you forget?
made me believe,
How long will we accept?**
you've deprived me of
I thought I should write a happy poem
But I only write at night.
The ink of blood dripping from my heart
becomes thin and transparent in the light.
So if you want me to be honest:
The thought of you fills me with words
yet renders me speechless
to the point where writing hurts.
In your arms I found the open ocean;
Tides, waves, my serene sea,
The most pleasant feeling of a morning breeze.
In your eyes the best night skies;
A Rhythm bright enough to leave the sun behind
and wake up the night in just a heartbeat.
Cracked and Irregular by your every move.
In your fingers untold mysteries;
tangled within my own in secrets with the promises of never letting go.
In your hair my favorite melody;
Loud, and ruthless music for my deaf ears:
A Symphony only I can hear.
In your lips my muse;
Better than Erato and Calliope combined,
Carelessly whispering verses
To last me the entire day,
Softer than the birth of Roses.
For they are just for me,
Sprouting from your lips, and blossoming with my touch.
*In you I found poetry.
With verses resting at your lips,
For I'm just a sigh and deep breath
From other's pain,
The beginning of a new day,
And the hope that makes
a scream from agonizing pain
It hurts to be compared
For she has you by her side,
And while I was never able to forget you,
**I got used to missing you
I tried to shout with no mouth, no tongue, no throat.
but your ears were deafened by the sound of death,
I am nothing but beloved dust
You only listened to my steps as I left,
a hushed sound like the trees,
or the calling out of bells out no nowhere, from somewhere,
my distant grave.
*I am nothing but beloved dust.
I'm scared of still hearing your voice
after I went deaf.
Still seeing your smile
With my eyes closed.
I'm scared of falling asleep,
for I can only see you in my nightmares.
I'm scared of having your taste in my mouth,
When was the last time you kissed me?
But over all, I think I'm scared you have become my muse...
because I've dedicated you all these verses
*When you can't even give me a single word.
I hope, my dear,
Every time you stare at your hands
You feel mine are **missing.
Photos haunt me like the souls of fresh corpses
Victims of time.
The ink poured and pooled on my floor
Smiles vanishing past all the gore.
Help Me Forget!
Loving him was my biggest regret.
Walls without window
Floor without feet
Room without Roof
Shouldn't I feel free?
But instead my throat is sore
And my eyes stream with pain
**I don't think life was meant for me
And these years have been in vain.
Use your arms to lift me away
From the walls that we have made...
I want to be the well trusted word
throughout the moon’s midnight eyes
with wishes that were once something other than pain
I want to* believe
I want to see
I want to know
I want to be the verb, "I CAN”
I want to walk with a purpose
and confess to you
that one average afternoon
**I fell in love with you…
I wanted to write
I wanted to write about how I felt,
But the paper stayed empty
And there was no better way to describe
Slowly, Patiently* losing my mind
Screeching and LOUDLY I'm going blind.
Believing, I was so naive before
I won't trust anymore.
I waited on a dove of hope
to come and help me out this drag
To such extents did I dared scope...
But it was just a **Paper Bag
It all happened so spontaneous,
That neither of us found it odd that,
Suddenly, my hand was being held
And we were staring at each other like
A pair of fools."
Starting to feel the cold in my hands.
The sound of my breaking voice.
A Still world
and again in darkness.
The time is near,
And a slow whisper tells my soul:
"He is not worth all of this."
**Maybe I shouldn't wait anymore...
I am like ice, while he is my fire
Now do you understand my hot desire?
But it becomes harder to hide my cold feet
and pretend not to love his exceeding heat.
Is it my fault I don't want a heart frozen cold?
Is it my fault don't believe what I've been told?
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, to a fire, is never suffice.
but isn't my love enough to change their minds?
Isn't this love like none you'll ever find?
I hear them all,
I hear them say:
This Love you feel,
Is not meant to stay.
This love is so strange
It'll drive you mad
Smiling through tears
At the thought of what you had.
I hear them whisper, "we are nothing but blind"
Their voices get tangled in my mind.
They question me
And never let me see
When will they just let this love be?
As I could walk along the graves
or be carried by the waves,
I don't remember where I've been
or if the waters were serene.
For as long as it may seem
Being with you is but a dream.
I watched my sky fall before my eyes.
It hurts speaking
It aches likes nothing I've felt before
You messed me up;
**I feel an emptiness
where my heart is supposed to be
But at the same time,
I feel my heart is too huge
And about to burst
From all the pain it had taken in.
Remember the smallest of things,
The inside jokes
The best sunsets
The warmest smiles
And the people who gave them;
For one day you will realize they left
And the person who said to be a friend
Is the one pushing you aside from the crowd,
*And you can no longer see the sunsets,
But a pale dark sky hugging your thought.
With the brightest colors you've seen
But she hides them behind her back
For they tell where she has been...
At night she can be found
Writing metaphors from her heart
For her head, deep in the ground,
Has a secret tearing her apart.
*Dear butterfly, spread your wings
There's a world out there for you,
What you're feeling, all these things
Aren't healthy for us two.
There has to be something
That can still keep us together,
And I won't stop searching
*Until I touch forever.
Why is my love
Above so much treason,
So much hatred,
So much reasons why this pain I feel
Is filled by you and i?
He's way better than the boy of my dreams.
And I thought I'd die of love
seeing you standing by the door
without knowing you could count on me for
How it hurts feeling an emptiness in my soul
Deep in my heart; a deep painful hole
knowing how much I need you; yet
knowing what lies between us:
A barrier I'll never cross;
A barrier of love.
How much we used to have
and now there's nothing at all.
I was waiting for the longest time,
he said, "I thought you forgot..."
"It's hard to forget," I said, *"When there is such an empty space
when you're gone..."
I also lost someone who meant the world to me, you weren't the only one
Every soccer ball is ***** and flat
the sky is always gray
at least it has been like that
since you have gone away...
I can't remember a single moon
which you have come to stay
or any bright afternoon
since you have gone away...
Any effort seems a drag
Anything they say
seems like they just wanna brag
that you have gone away....
I need a little clue
That you'll come back someday
I haven't heard from you
since you have gone away...
Thinking by myself**
For how long was I Afraid
Of my own Destiny.
Fearing I would fade
Loosing my identity
I was living on isolation
Afraid of what I'll lose
Afraid of sweet temptation...
What a lame excuse.
Oh knight in shining armor,
Tender heart beneath the shield.
I know you didn't mean to harm her;
But it will take a while to heal.
I thought I was the girl with everything
If only you could stay
Thought I had it all and anything*
But those were lies I've been forced to say
And find myself searching;
Looking at all the things you've been saying to me:
No reasons. No answers.
Why couldn't I see?
Do I deceive myself?
Make of things what I want them to be
all through those days
when you were all that meant to me?
Have you ever loved someone so much
But knew the fee was high
That every time you shed a tear
He made you want to die.
Have you ever looked into his eyes
And said a little prayer?
Have you ever confided on all the lies
And wished to feel better.
Have you ever felt his heartbeat,
When he told you to do so?
And whisper, "Why, if you don't love me
Do you never let me go."
Have you ever tried so hard not to cry
Just so he won't hear.
Have you ever at least tried
To hide such huge amount of fear.
I learned that my dreams
That it's clearer than the blue sky and the sea
Your eyes told me so...
And although I can't say the words
"I love you"
**You will always remain in my heart...
I simply can't
Time doesn't heal all wound.
"The wounds remain,
over time the mind,
protecting its sanity
covers them with scar tissue
and the pain lessens
but it never leaves"*
"...unrequited love does not die
it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides,
curled and wounded.
For some unfortunates,
it turns bitter and mean,
and those who come after
pay the price for the hurt done
by the one who came before.”
2 quotes in one:
Rose Kennedy & Elle Newmark
“Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to **** yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to **** yourself.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
You made my heart of a shattered vase
Fragile pieces scattered all over the place.
Just waiting for karma to take it's toll
But the uneven pieces pierce my soul.
I tried helplessly to mend my broken heart
But I have no idea where to start?
Can someone tell me what to do?
and bring to me the toughest glue...
Before I go, I have to know;
Did they ache to hold me?
(Just like mine did.)
Couldn't you care more about
(As much as I did.)*
A friend of mine had said we were like passing clouds
We met and together unleashed
Smolders until the forest
But unlike you ,
I can't resist fire...
I'm afraid of it
What if I died today?
*Would he remember me tomorrow?
Unlike the love in your eyes...
Mirrors cannot tell *lies.
Everyone says My arms don't know how to hold you.
Is there something wrong with me?
I meet a lot of people,
and it seems to be going okay
But then for some reason,
I always end up feeling like an outsider.
I'd give everything to know
those were the *last words
If I could see my baby
At least once, tonight,
As the weather:* rainy,
Gives a chill, just right.
Oh, what I would give to just be told
He would never appear before my eyes;
**I hope he won't grow old...
I will miss singing his lullabies.
Who brought you to your knees to humiliate you?
Who shot down your dreams and illusions?
Who made you stop believing in love?
Who caged you with your deepest fears and restless nights?
Who made sure you would never be alright?
Who made you cry at sleep?
Who made you loose your mind?
Who didn't believe in mercy
or all that crap...
but above all
Who in their sane mind
Made you hate yourself
*As much as they made me.
Italic and bold are two poems, same scenario, differrent personalty (different people)
Even though he arrives when I'm moving on
And leaves when I get closer.
Even though we love in pauses
And hate in between them.
Even though he laughs with me
And more often at me.
Even though he protects me from everyone else
And only he can hurt me.
Even though he can stop the tears from flowing
And he has been the one to place them there.
Even after all that,*
I'll still end up choosing him.*
I can't sleep.
Every time I close my eyes to rest:
I see him,
And every single time:
He reaches out his hand towards me,
Asking me to dance.
but I don't
I never do
I'm not able to,
For I don't know how to dance.
And it kills me
That is probably the last time I'll ever see him,
And I can't even have that one *last dance
Redoing this poem from Jan 13