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Lani Foronda Oct 2014
Your eyes say you love
But all you do is hate.
You've given me your words
But given her more.
Tell me what does your heart have in store.

Is it me?
Is it her?
Will you ever make the choice?
Cause I won't be here forever
Waiting for you.

Each day doesn't seem right.
I see you
But you're always in her sight.

The whisper voices swarm into my own ears.
I want it to stop
But it's all I ever hear.
Their words
Strip me of my joy.
Their eyes
Follow me around.

Screams of lies
Echo through the halls
Trying to tell me that you love me.
But how can that be true
When you're never with me
But always with her.
Their words pierce me within;
Each word sharper than before.
I don't know how much of this I can endure.
Cause with every step you make
Every word you say
Every breath you breathe
You take a part of me away.
The halls
They whisper through the crowds.
Words I'd never say
Words I'd never hear.
I try to block them out
But they still come in
Breaking my walls
Shedding all my tears
With their lies.

I can't see the truth in your eyes.
Tell me where did it all go.
Is what they say true?
Is it me who is wrong?
Have they been right all along?
Was I the only one-
The only one blind to you?

Their words suffocate me.
The truth is plain to see.
But no, I can't.
I'll never accept it.
February 2010
Inspired by  "In Pieces" : Linkin Park
Lani Foronda Oct 2014
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Paint me a picture with your words.
Sing me a melody so sweet.
Take me by the hand
And together we'll run.
Run straight to the moon
Where they can't reach.
We got the world in front of us.
The stars shine for us-
Cheer us on.
For the galaxy can't keep us apart
When you're holding half my heart.
January-March 2012
Lani Foronda Oct 2014
we're more like trees
than actual human beings at this point.
tangled at the roots
but branching out to our own directions.
October 04, 2014
Lani Foronda Sep 2014
You're the dream
      
          I don't
    
               Want to believe in anymore.
September 21, 2014
  Sep 2014 Lani Foronda
Kapil Dutta
"The Fault is not in the stars, The Fault is in me."
- Me.
the #fault #is #in #me
  Sep 2014 Lani Foronda
Megan Grace
funny that we
become stories in
other people's chests,
that we can spend days
weeks months years
centuries carving every
letter of every word that's
been spoken to us on the
inside of our ribs while
others are content to just
let the syllables fall in their
normal rhythms across their
lungs and no they wouldn't
mind if some of the words
caught on a bronchial tube
or two but it wouldn't be
the end of the world if
they didn't.
  Sep 2014 Lani Foronda
Kapil Dutta
...

Death is like the full-stop to a beautiful Poem.

It becomes complete.

When you end a Poem, it doesn't cease to exist.
Instead it remains in your memory for as long as you are.

To be remembered.

To be celebrated.

Famous art works wouldn't have been famous in the first place had the artists not completed them.

A poem by a poet wouldn't have been appreciated had the poet not put a final full stop to it.

Beauty is not in the length, But in the end.

Life is a piece of Art.
Be the Art that is remembered for its beauty, not its existence.
...

-KD
My thoughts about Death.
Just Thoughts, Not really a Poem.
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