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 Oct 2013 Luisa bernabó
brooke
joe always
asked why
I didn't just
decide to be
with you and
the answer was
always the same
always something
he couldn't grasp

it's not as easy as you think.
but he always
said

[                                ]
(c) Brooke Otto
He embraced a glowing ember,
did he think,  it was a rose?
He hoped she was one, later many times,
she too wished a change, but couldn't
she wasn't a dying ember either
she was intense, spreading slow fire.

Life springs surprises, at every turn, like this one
at your expense, learn to live with it,
find out what works for you , what doesn't
This is a part of the game
it's  real to the very end.
On cold evenings, frozen nights
she was so alive, so near to his heart,
she did give warmth, they snuggled closer,
winter was when she was a great comfort
her eyes peered deep in to his soul, he felt,
what else one needs, such golden moments are heaven born.

The world we live appears strange sometimes
passing through many seasons of the heart,
winter is just one of that, at times one is  not in control.
During summer her sultry presence was terrible
she shows no will to change, she was the  season itself.
He embraced her with all his heart, how could  even think
of letting go, but  he should have,
that would have been better, for the two, perhaps.

"Don't turn bitter, see whatever bright
left in your world, don't let it go dark.." he heard his heart.
A speck, a bit of gold dust,
a smile she forgot to deny, and tender thought
about her that deeply moves his heart,
A blue flower --
he  unconsciously adorns her raven black hair
Not all  lost, though passage of time
makes the trees bare, their  garden look barren without flowers,
But winter is the best of seasons for her, think of that,
her heart brims with love, he forgets summer once more.
 Oct 2013 Luisa bernabó
Fredward
Why do looks matter so much
If all that mattered was how I felt
it would be a simple, but
I check and check, looking for a reason to like you less
or to like you more.

I sit in limbo, not allowing myself to want more
but gradually gliding, I know this can't stay the same.
Limbo is limited. It's comfort restricted.
At some point somethings going to give
Either I realise its fine, your fine because I feel it
or it's not, you're not because they say it.

Another story is why we, I mean I care that they care
it remains none the less.
Would it affect us, could it be perfect,
they would accept it, they always do.
Do they even care or is it just me
Is this all just a lie, is it me, is it I.
Am I the one with the problem, is it only my consent that matters
my disapproval of you and of me.
My disapproval of me.
Wanted: v.; to desire, to lack

I wanted you to be the stars to my sky --
I would have let you form
galaxies and constellations
to the edge of infinity,
in whatever shapes you pleased.
I wanted you to be the pen,
while I, the paper,
let you write across me,
telling me your story,
blending it with mine.
You were the avalanche
to my echoing heartbeats:
unstable, unstoppable,
a snowflake turned by rage
into a force incomparable.
You were the thunder
to my summer storm:
inconstant, intemperate,
a distant reminder
of things worse to come.

I wanted you to be a sonnet,
but instead you were an elegy
for a love unrequited.

And I would hold your hand,
but I can grasp a pen;
and it makes me free to know
that unlike you
the pen
will not
let go.
 Oct 2013 Luisa bernabó
Brianna
Drift with me like foam on the open sea.
Follow me through mystic woods where animals flee.
Love with me like the sun loves the moon.
Sleep with me from midnight to noon.
Vagabonds and gypsies let's make this life count for something!
We are the golden ones who stand for nothing.
Sway with me in the open wind near the bonfires made of laughter and secrets.
Breathe with me as we watch sunsets that help us forget the regrets.,
We are the dawns fading into daylight.
We see the fallen ones searching for dreams in times of spite.
 Oct 2013 Luisa bernabó
Diego
I miss the softness of you skin,
and tracing down your back,
the feeling of your warmth,
your body against mine.

I miss petting your head
and you petting mine,
holding hands in secret,
whispering, " I love you".

I miss the butterflies I get,
when I'm about to see you,
the twinkle in your eyes,
when you got excited.

I miss spending time with you,
and getting lost in your kisses,
forgetting all the world,
forgetting all the troubles.


but most of all

I miss the love we once shared,
and being your forever,
I miss the look you would give me,
to tell me,
I was yours.
The feeling was that of hide 'n seek
Breath slowling under a light layer of leaves
In shadow and foliage of some great tree
Not getting caught
I started smoking after the first cigarette I stole
Right under my parents' noses
That feeling of lightning ripping through me
That was what I was hooked on
Not getting caught
unrequited.
a word I must get used to.
you say actions speak  louder than words but your actions are lying.
every word previously spoken just leaves me upset or crying.
my body stings around the places you once held it.
anything I felt for you I now regret it.
I didn't know that you never felt the same.
you led me on never showing an ounce of shame.
you didn't care and now I'm left with the pain.
the pain of knowing you is the worst yet.
none of my feelings for you will I forget.
especially the ones engraved in me now.
after all this time I meant that little to you.
and yet you didn't care because I was "giving it up to you"
that's what you do with the person you love
you stole that from me there is no life judge
I cant go to court, like you'd plead guilty anyway
how many girls hearts do you have locked away?
well here's one added to the shelf
along with that you took my self wealth.
just give it all back,
but then again maybe I don't want it.
I trusted you but all your words weren't honest.
so here's one for the books
a girls message back to you.
and I hope one day you find what those girls gave to you.
a heart.
now I know for you that may not be so easy to find.
I hope you have to search until the end of time
to the depths of hell where you originated
I can honestly say you're the only person I've ever truly hated.
so take these words,
ones others may be scared to say
and look at yourself,
because that's all you have at the end of the day.
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