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 Jan 2015 Gwen Pimentel
R
Untitled
 Jan 2015 Gwen Pimentel
R
Hold me with your words around my neck
Choke me with your lips and the poison kisses you'll give me
Let me taste fire and let my insides burn with
Only ashes left behind
And don't leave any evidence for them to find.
 Jan 2015 Gwen Pimentel
Victor
Love for everything there is to live.
Live for everything there is to love.
Haven't written in a while.
If you believe in the spiritual power of story-telling, then what more the power of the Gospel?* - **XL
Who is this poet?

Is he faithful to his poetry
as good as pretends to be
or his heart is ever on the darkside
nowhere near of what he writes.

Who is this poet?

Is his hat real or fake
he’s weak and easily breaks
he aims only to teach
never follows all that he preach.

Who is this poet?

Is he really that sweet
joyous and good as his wit
does he expose truly his heart
or the real he hides behind his art.

Who is this poet?

Does he have in him
all his painted dream
the lover’s happiness
he does profess.

Who is this poet?

Is at heart he's that pure
what with words he conjures
or all them are just his arty wile
he's merely spinning tales in style.
the lens turned to self.
Side by side
      Or        Miles       Apart
Sisters
Will always be
Connected by the heart
❤❤❤
Love my sisters wish we all lived closer. Edinburgh to London is too far!! Miss my big sisters
 Jan 2015 Gwen Pimentel
tamia
Cruel
 Jan 2015 Gwen Pimentel
tamia
I drown in the depths of your ocean
I hang from the noose of your words
I suffocate as you take the air I breathe
I am pale from your winter so absurd

I burn by the scorching heat of your dessert
I am lost in your maze of lies
I am scarred by the blade of your selfishness
And I am blinded by the beauty of your light
There are just some people you can't help but give yourself to, no matter what.
 Jan 2015 Gwen Pimentel
tamia
As the people pass by
I look
And listen
And watch
And realize there are countless stories
Of laughter and tears
Of regret and happiness
Of victory and failure
Of dreams and impossibilities
Of beauty and horribleness
Of wholeness and brokenness
Of everything and nothing
That I will never learn of
For I am merely a tiny part
In the grand scheme of things
Feeling pretty down tonight. Do you ever just feel too much?
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