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She lives a quiet life,
she tiptoes around,
she whispers when she speaks,
she hardly ever makes a sound.

Although her words are quiet,
her mind is very loud.
She has so much to say,
but no one listens for soft sounds.

She's an invisible girl,
who doesn't want to stand out,
she just wants to be heard,
without having to shout.

Sometimes the loudest people,
aren't saying much at all.
Empty words and promises,
just leave their mouths and fall.

But whispered words fly high,
and catch peoples attention,
they're intriguing, so amazing,
but only when they listen.

So look outside the spotlight,
because often the real star,
isn't anyone on stage,
but the mind behind it all.
Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.
2011
"One of Gods own prototypes"
One of his weirdest broken toys.
A very strange character,
An even stranger boy.
 
Made to help, dream, love and smile. 
Made to love for eternity and dream for miles.
Made to live and suffer along..
Always looking strong.. always, with a smile.
 
Wish I was walking on the moon..
Perhaps, the lack of gravity would take away the weight of the pain.
 
A pain that has been carried for too long,
A pain that doesn't get weaker as life goes on,
A pain that destroys your heart and weakens your brain.
That takes all your feelings and hopes away,
Until you feel nothing.. nothing, but the same old pain.
 
Ohhh moon.. Hope I get there any time soon..
I want to go somewhere far
Somewhere calm,
Somewhere now.

I want to escape
from reality
from you
and from me

And just lay there,
eyes closed
quiet sound
and the wind
blowing against me.

Is it too hard?
just to escape
leave everything
so far away.

Then,
I suddenly find it,
peace and quiet.
Is this reality?
I am happy.

but then I see,
it was all a dream,
I am still here
In this house full of tears.

All that is left,
a memory held,
the tear stains
and the scars that remain.
This is my very first poem, and my first lenguage is not English, so be kind :)
 Feb 2013 Katherine Guerrero
Ugo
Funny how we woke up in the morning
and pretended that tomorrow never happened—
strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth,
laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.

We borrowed our arms from the fridge
and peddled bicycles with bad breath—
trading war stories ‘cause we knew
if we came back alive
life would still be the death of us.
And I was dead.
Dead asleep.
Trying to fight my demons,
In lands you only meet in dreams.
My pillow smelled of fear,
And my skin smells like you.
This perfume is the only remain
You left as evidence
of the ******
We
Both
Committed.
#february15 #2013 #poetry #anarebecacastillo
Such a sweetie you truly are
The sweetest among the sweetest by far
I wonder why your words have such a sad tone
Though i may be wrong, can't really tell through the phone.

I'm feeling quite lonely, i wonder if you can tell
I try to remind myself of your words that all will be well
I'm not sure what I'm doing, what my priorities are,
From friends to family, from coffee shops to bars.

Thank you for being patient, for waiting it out
You give me so much support especially now that I'm in doubt
I hope i'd stop crying inside and just know what I need
Whatever happens, stick around, I plead.
November 10, 2012
9:05 pm

Thanks, you.
The Good Ol’ days, when everything seemed…
Perfect, and well, easy.
When you were young
And seemed not to have a care in the world
Everyone treated you well
Everyone was your friend.
Well those days are gone
Instead of fun, there is stress
Instead of worry free, there is fear
Little ‘In real life’ friends, controlled by electronics
Wars and politics
Bullies and murderers
Every day is a nightmare
You look for every sprinkle of happiness
And once you have it in your grasp
It’s gone in the blink of an eye
Just like that.
School is just a stress
Stress is just a pain
Everything annoys you
You want it to go away…
Wishing it was the Good Ol’ Days.
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