Aurelia

Jul 2018

There are hearts that break
in silence, with tears
that nobody can see.

So maybe,
                just maybe…

Some tears demand
to be written by the poet's pen,
so others can find beauty
in that which makes us cry.

Maybe,
           just maybe…

The tears of the poets' pen,
unveils the beauty
of love and pain
giving comfort to others
that they’re not alone.

And then again
maybe,
          just maybe…

There will be times
that nobody
will understand your feelings…

Write them anyway
because they are still
so **** beautiful!!*
~

Aurelia Nov 2017

Don't Talk to Yourself

Don't talk to yourself
When the time's not right
When there is no light
When you can no longer fight
Don't talk to yourself.

Don't talk to yourself
When you're in pain
And there's no gain
'Cause it's vain
Don't talk to yourself.

Don't talk to yourself
While cleaning your desk
Don't talk to yourself
Don't make it a burlesque

Hey, I know reader,
You must be feeling hazy
Don't talk to yourself just don't talk to yourself
'Cause they might think you're crazy...

And yes..they think I am crazy :)

Aurelia Sep 2017

Betrayal

Those ruffling sheets
Those unheard screams
Haunting my memories
Haunting my dreams.

Yes..helpless I was
A little doll in someone's hands
He played with me all the time
Tied me with ropes and bands.

For years and years
I kept my mouth shut
No one should know
Shh shh no matter what.

Years passed
And then I broke free
Revealed to someone
The secret of me.

I had someone
By my side
Oh I could stand stroms
And I never cried.

Then he came again
The game once more begun
But the one I'd take a bullet for
Was standing behind the gun.

So now I stand here
And get shot everyday
A liquid oozes from me
But it's grey.

Why couldn't you be on my side mom?

Aurelia Sep 2017

Nightmare

Silence everywhere
Howling wind could be heard
I was walking amidst the crowd
Where the accident occurred.

Tearing away the crowd
I walked to the middle
A girl was lying there
Her identity was a riddle.

I walked towards her
To find out who was she
My heart skipped a beat
'Cause she looked like me.

I touched her face
Or maybe I touched mine
Oh! the horror
A shiver ran down my spine.

Everyone looked at her
No one noticed me
'Cause I was no more
All that was left was she.

Nightmare I'm having these days...

Aurelia Aug 2017

Insomnia

Worries, expectations, failures,
Stress, tension, those haviors,
Dark nights, shining chandeliers,

Pain, guilt, and remorse,
Digging roots of its source,
The presence of a concourse,

The horror of that pain,
Legs bound in a chain,
Those memories haunting again,

Wicked people of the world,
Curled and uncurled,
How their words swirled,

Is what doesn't let me rest,
Everything that I detest,
Stings again on my chest.

~AURELIA

#hardtimes #loveofrhymes

Aurelia Aug 2017

Black

It was black
And everything seemed uncertain.
That fear of losing everything.
That feeling of not being good enough
When they said
YOU CAN'T.

Black it was
Wherever I looked.
So I embraced it
And let it devour me...

Aurelia Aug 2017

Disguise

Bears everything,
Never utters a word.
Smiling always,
But inside she is hurt.

We all wear masks to hide our feelings, our emotions, our condition. We wear those masks so that people don't know what's inside us. What we really are. What we really feel...but there's always someone who looks in our eyes and reads us like an open book.