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it sits outside my window now
like and old woman going to market;
it sits and watches me,
it sweats nevously
through wire and fog and dog-bark
until suddenly
I slam the screen with a newspaper
like slapping at a fly
and you could hear the scream
over this plain city,
and then it left.

the way to end a poem
like this
is to become suddenly
quiet.
time can be a healer to mend a broken heart
time can heal your feelings when your loves apart
though it takes a while it can put it right
takes away the darkness and brings back the light
time can do so much all though you have to wait
it can change your life and change around your fate
time can do all this and help your heart to mend
though it takes a while it will fix it in the end
I attack myself.
Wanting to hold onto you,
Loving that I see you you everywhere.
Hating this dependency,
Disgusted by what is now roaming free in my mind and soul.

These thoughts of having hurt,
These thoughts of causing hurt.
Most of all I fear the need for hurt.

I am so desperate for water.
There are springs overflowing with life,
Rivers running rapid with love.
Still I travel painfully into a desert to seek water from a cactus.

Bleeding with every attempt,
Thorns left beneath my skin.
Once I break through for the small drops of water there,
I find that they were never meant for me.

I deserve to splash in the water,
Swim in the ocean,
Dance in the rain.

I deserve life and love,
Honesty and trust.

How is it that pain can out way pleasure?
That hurt can out way love?
That cacti can out way the water of life?
This was written on February 3, 2009.
Siento algo adentro,
y no se como expresarlo.
Te quiero cada día mas,
y mi mente ya ha perdido la paz
Se donde encontrarte,
pero se que no puedo tenerte.
Tal vez un día será diferente.
y poder decirte...

copyright © 2008 by T.L. Dalid
She screams
so loud you cringe
and cover your ears; then
she cries,
and the sound breaks your heart,
but there is nothing you can do.
So you scream.
Hearing the sound, she stops and
she sings,
because she wants to see you smile.
Then she remembers:
Love isn't real.
Hope dies too quickly.
Smiles don't last forever.
So she stops singing
and she screams.
I feel like I could do so much more with this poem, but I can't seem to come up with anything. If you have any ideas, feel free to let me know.
 Aug 2010 Mabely Dominguez
ivory
A twist and turn Rubik's cube
When we already knew what the last fitting color looked like
We've been spinning this puzzle a while
The flame has always been on its way to the actual firework grand finale
The sparks they fall and they fall so far to the ground
To the ground I fall
I want what I can't have, I've had what I can't keep, I keep only what I can grasp in a memory
And am I scared because I didn't grasp enough, the time I couldn't capture anyway?
Or am I scared because I did, and I am scared that I want more?
I've worn my words on my lips before but now I just kiss them away
My mind has a showdown versus yours, clairvoyance isn't working
Turn on the screen and show me how I'm just a pixel in millions
Only a slight shade, vibration, a tiny barely significant something
That's what I'm used to seeing, this is what I expect to see, I expect you to just shrug my dust off your shoulders
Where my problems lie, what I want to see and what's really there
Your eyes are black holes and your body is a carnival
You subtly steal my senses and replace them backwards
These screams are whispers
And my hands are fireflies, I just wanted you to feel the glow
Did you feel it...could you ever feel it?
You've always had that way about you, that space between, that almost
Always been in that sunset background, somehow
Like you're the adventure I've been packing for
I wish we could have an adventure
You're a wordless song in my headphones, a hidden track on the mix-tape
A cleansing melody filling me when I thought all there was left was no voice on the other end
I want to write you as lyrics down, but I don't know how to spell you out
But if I had to rhyme I would match hope with soap
Slippery, through the fingers
I'm trying to forget your taste, (but oh don't let me forget)
I'm only forgetting because I feel like I have to
So I can keep up, so I can forget before I'm forgotten
The ink fades but will still stay
I'll try my best to wash you off my skin.
© AlyssiaAnderson

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