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Mar 2015 · 1.0k
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I find myself drifting through the sand.
Walking in circles with only one guide:
Stars in the dark..
Endless heaven, endless doubts.

Stars are too small,
Some are too dim,
Loosing my track,
Untill I see it.

Shining bright behind a dune,
I find her smiling, and singing,
Its too far away, but I still listen!
Listen that beautiful tune.

I suddenly find a path,
My only guide is her
The most beautiful star
In an endless dark sky, in a living hell.

She guides me through the desert,
She shows me the unkown,
Takes me to wonderful places,
I never even knew before.

I suddenly reach my destination,
Forgot about all the rusty road,
Look up to thank her
But she is long gone.

For the light of a brighter star,
shall take its place,
One that in the morning,
will never fade away.

Gracias por todo lo que hiciste por mi.. Algún día encontraré esa otra estrella.. Ojalá tu encuentres a alguien a quien guiar.
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I start feeling life leaving my body,
Realize my throat runs dry,
See my veins running empty,
Feel the tears coming out my eyes.


I loose balance, legs go weak,
Fall on my knees,
Feel how my heart slowly stops beating,
Know that my mind is going sick.


The chilling air rushing through my skin,
The cold knife cutting through my tissues,
I start to feel this thing called pain,
And I hope you never feel it as I do.


But there is love.
Something stronger than death itself,
Something that runs faster than blood,
Or water in a rainy day.

Strong enough to give me life,
Strong enough to give me pain,
Strong enough for me to fight,
Strong enough to give me death.

So I remember her face,
Remember her smile,
Remember her lips,
Forget about her lies.

And its the same strenght
Which makes me fight,
Which makes me realize
no matter how long the lenght,
If its for her, if its for love,
The road is always worth to take.

Its for love why I stand up now,
It is for love why I know death better than life,
And it is for love that my spirit will forever stay alive!
Because for love, you may cut through my skin, flesh, and bone
But your knife stops there,
When it reaches to my soul.
First poem I wrote in my life while I was in a hospital
Feb 2015 · 632
Deep inside
I was just reminded of what fear feels like,
race in my veins,
running to my muscles and brain,
preventing me to shout to the ceiling,
alone in that dark place crying in pain,
for I knew if I screamed out,
there would be no help..

My sight was straight foward, I looked into its eyes,
wishing it was all over,
I was afraid, but I had to keep going..
Its dark eyes, yellow skin,
mouth full of lies, heart full of sins...

He was closing in,
taking over my heart,
ripping all apart,
leaving a sense of emptiness,
he got into my mind,
pushing me around,
I did not fight back,
I was scared, defenseless...

Then this part of me,
before it was about to die,
triggered something in my almost empty mind,
something that made that ripped apart rag,
pump hope again like a loving strong heart..
It was a memory, of your beautiful smile.

I got my grip,
looked straight foward at his eye,
closed my fist, and broke my mirror,
which happened to be,
just in front of me.
Not first poem, but the first one I upload.. Not really good with grammar, enjoy.

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