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  May 2015 Aron
JK Cabresos
In the chaos of the sea,
moonlight and tears,
for which my heart burns
of letting you go unloved.

In the calm of the storm,
the days blur into one,
for which my eyes haunt
the denials of my beliefs.

In the wintry mountains
where our love was buried;
in the fiery rivers, we lost,
time past, but I'd love you still.
  Mar 2015 Aron
Love
There are nights I can't sleep,
because I'm pestered with thoughts of you.

There are mornings I wake,
Exhausted from chasing you.

There are afternoons I bare,
Pretending I'm fine.
Maybe one day I'll believe it.

Then finally the evenings I collapse,
Knowing that this isn't the last.

The worst parts of my day,
Are seeing you,
because it reminds me,
of how little I meant to you.
Aron Mar 2015
I'm writing this while thinking of
our memories that I wasted.
Thinking if there are still things left unsaid.


Here I am, still stuck in the past,
while you're already gone
and have moved on so fast.


As I sit here in the dark.
Help me because my love for you
is breaking me apart.
3/19/2015
Meriette, I am missing you.
Aron Mar 2015
It's been so long since we've talked.
I know I did you wrong
when I walked
away and
didn't stay.


I'm writing this while thinking of you.
Leaving you behind has been
my biggest regret and it's beating me
black and blue.
3/18/2015
This is for you, Meriette.
  Jan 2015 Aron
Edward Clyde
My grand expressions
Halt by your calm demeanor
My subtle tones
Tread your wayside
My tangled thoughts
Dissolve in your timbre
You are.
balanced breath before and after reading
Aron Dec 2014
We* both started this story
and I'm really proud of our glory.
I knew when I first saw you
that life has finally
given me something new.


Our story has been nothing but great,
it is beyond anyone's control, this is fate.
Creating this story has kept
the coldness away
and now the skies were blue &
not gray.


But all stories must come to and end,
our goodbyes are now sealed
like a ******, our story must now
descend.


It seems to me that we must
finish this story because it's about
to rust.
We cannot save this story anymore,
we must end this and stop to ignore
all the signs that always has been there
looking at our story with it's glare.


This is the end.
*Yet, I love you
Last poem for the year 2014.
  Dec 2014 Aron
Tony Scallo
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            In order to survive, we cling to all we know and understand.

                                              We label it reality

                      But knowledge and understanding are ambiguous

                                   That reality could really just be an

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                              All humans live with wrong assumptions

                                     For the sake of their own survival
Always keep an open mind.
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