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Before The night is over
And the sun has set
And the snow melts
And the winter is gone


Let all be filled with joy
With hopes and no regrets


  Before the memory fades
Let me just say Merry Christmas, Happy holidays,
and a Great New Year
Kinda got bored
 Dec 2015 Isabel Rodriguez
anj
Stay
 Dec 2015 Isabel Rodriguez
anj
Stay, stay.
Don't leave me astray.
Life became as dull as grey
When you left and walked away.

The moments are slowly fading
But here in my heart you are staying
As much as i want to forget you,
My heart still says i love you.

So wherever you are, please stay safe
Cause here in my heart you will stay.
These memories are hurting me
But i know someday i'll be smiling with glee.
Dedicated to gra
Its been a week
Have we stop talking?
No, it just became less
I wonder why
We've talked again
Its exaggerating but
I felt relieved
Sighing heavily
It was the greatest sigh ever
We greeted like before
I smiled ear to ear
At that moment,
I wanted to write this feeling
Imaginative and motivated
Alas, I understand now
I did write, did I made sense?
But I'm happy
That's all there is to it.
 Dec 2015 Isabel Rodriguez
svdgrl
I miss loving you-
because I know you did not love me
and my love was all that kept us alive.
I'm going to pretend we are dead and gone,
so that this new me can learn to thrive.
I'll mourn at our gravestone, until I can't anymore.
Take all the stops and write you **** poetry.
Find the dead flowers you've left in your trash.
I won't take our last name off of your door.
I still sleep on the right side of the bed,
and search for your toes.
I search for your snores.
How do you block someone from your head?
You were good at it.
Or at least it looked like it.
Your fingers moved quickly,
deleted and removed,
deceived and disproved.
Rubbed ******* over your heart.
You never looked at me when I cried.
You just asked me why.
Called me pathetic.
Told me to die.
You knew I'd never know.
That you just cheated on me...
You just cheated on me.
You knew I'd never know,
you forgot about me.
Forgot about us.
I can't forget.
But I know I am so much bigger than what we were.
I smiled as I stepped out of school
I didn't want to reunite
Neither did I want to hug any of them

I smiled as I stepped out of school
I made tons of mistakes
Neither was I considered a 'normal student'

I smiled as I stepped out of school
I will never miss the endless torture from the books
Neither will I miss the taunts and the painful jokes directed at me

I smiled as I stepped out of school
I never had friends
Neither would I have the ones that would defend me when hate is directed to me.
Most of my friends at college would tell me about the lovely times they had at school. I was the only one to tell them how much I despise school. The bullying, my stupid reputation and the pressure from school has got me to write this poem. This is definitely the beginning as once I was done with school, I made a lot of bad choices that  sums up a very interesting story in my life.
Pain......Pain.......Pain......
Death's Gentle Touch.                

Pain.....Pain.....Pain.....              
A measure of a souls worth.
                                      
Pain....Pain....Pai­n....      
A simple reminder, of what we are.
                    
Pain...Pain...Pain...        
Fragile, weak, selfish.
                  
Pain..Pain..Pain..
We learn from it.

Pain.Pain.Pain.
But what is it we truly gain?
 Dec 2015 Isabel Rodriguez
ZT
Pain pain go away
Flesh cut, blood dripping, pain, pain
Go, just go away
i. Cut your heart open
Take a knife, twist your heart open. Watch as everything you have bottled up
spill on the floor. Break it into pieces and trample on the glasses. Listen to
what it’s trying to tell you. Uncover every hidden desire and side-swept secrets.
For once in a long time, be honest with yourself. You’ve spent so much time
locking everyone out. You’ve even kept your own identity from yourself. This is
how you start writing a poem: Cut your heart open, be honest with yourself.

ii. Give yourself the freedom to feel
Face yourself. Touch your reflection if that’s what makes you real. Remind
yourself of your inner core and get rid of your inability to feel. For so long
you’ve masked the pain, ignored the numbness and forgot about the rain.
Feel the anger running in your veins because of all the time you’ve wasted
on someone who never deserved your love. Let a river’s load of tears gush
out your eyes, feel the despair of how you have loved but lost. Feel the loathe
you have for yourself because you’re so pathetic; because no matter what
you’d do anything to have him back. Clutch your chest as you feel the
physical ache in your heart because it’s broke and distorted in a way
it’s never been before. This is how you make a poem great: Give
yourself the freedom to feel, share with the world your raw emotions.

iii. Take the bitterness and turn them into pretty words
Take a paper and pen. Translate the way you feel onto a clean sheet of paper.
This is the only time you’ll ever have a clean start again. Take all the words
you have at the back of your mind and write them down. Let the pain and the ache,
the anger and the hurt, make their way on the paper. Don’t think too much
about it, the words you have they’re all who you are. Tell the story you’ve
kept in for so long and let them glide from the pen through the paper. Write
all you think that is necessary. Don’t think about what people will say. Because
a poem is a poem, it’ll be bitter and pretty. That’s the glory in the poem, it’s
ambiguity. This is how you write a poem: You stay bitter yet it will come out
pretty. No matter the bitterness, you always have the ability to make it pretty.
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