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Gianna Iman Apr 2014
Distressed tears trickle down a face soiled with dolor
Flooding a pillow with painful memories
drowning every being of hope
Swallowing love in a black hole
Only to be thrown back up
As a wreckage of confused emotion
A sponge soaking up all my ambition
Leaving pessimistic thoughts to fill the cold void where there is only an echo of happiness
My already cracked spirits are fatigued
Sharply cutting through my mind where affection is suffocated
And lust is left gasping for air
My insecurities seek acceptance
Confiding in the cushion that holds every tear
It welcomes my troubles
And shuns my dreams
I am a lost soul
If only I could abide behind a fortress that protects my heart
only then will my tears cease
Gianna Iman Mar 2014
Free we fly
Unshackled we soar
Over the gates of *******
Not caring at all

Ignoring judgement

Dreaming carelessly
Starting a new

We dare to be different

Teasing the unknown
Pushing to be spontaneous
We decide to cry out

We stand for uniqueness
Not able to be silenced

We are artists

Hear us roar
Gianna Iman Mar 2014
Why is my heart So torn?
Each string drippng with a painful memory
Down my skin they go
Soaking themselves back in my flesh
Always a part of me
Never letting go
Gianna Iman Mar 2014
Falling off the clouds of love I feel nothing
It was like I saw it coming
Gravity pulled me toward the cold realization that I was wrong
Pulled me to realize I should never believe the tongue
Gradually falling through the atmosphere filled with pain
My heart shrivels with regret, it drowns in the rain
a dried up raisin crumbling to dirt
leaving a black hole where there's nothing but hurt
the chilled, ghostly air of  my past whirls inside letting depressing thoughts fester
they let out a cry
inviting a home for dark emotions to be
and this is where I realized he never loved me
Mi casa su casa but my heart has no home
He never tried to comfort me so I was left alone a storm strikes me down
and I don't make a sound
my love lost in him and I, never found
Gianna Iman Mar 2014
When she catches his eye his heart traps her,
tearing her in two
creating a hurricane of lust ripping through her veins
Katrina's tides of raging emotion
Ike's crazed passion and urge
she longs for him
an ache in her chest weighing her soul down
crushing her lungs, compressing her conscience
forcing out its raspy whispers of lies
manipulating her to smoke his air
congesting her mind with an addiction
her body coughs with a deficiency of his presence
all she needs is a quick smile or the brush of his hand,
painting a new arousal in her eyes
even though he is blind to her existence
but she is binded to another
a rib, Adam and Eve
Lust is a snake, biting the hand that feeds it
poisoning her with deceitful eyes and white lies
all is fair in love and war
but can you pay the fine that follows
a marionette controlled by the strings of curiosity
playing tug of the war with the strings of the heart
favoring the side of confusion
she is lost
flashbacks of her lover rewind in her brain
as she risk deserting what she knows for another
what she knows starts to deteriorate
leaving a skeleton of a once happy heart
as she is thrown in the triangle of love

— The End —