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Marleny Aug 2013
Being the older sibling
I'm left with responsibilities
and in certain situations
I can't respond with hostility.
I am my brother's keeper.
I am his protector.
If I fail showing him what's right,
he wouldn't know any better.
Why does he look up to me?
I really do not know.
He's a repeat of me,
so he will have a ways to go.
If I ever wanted to run away,
I knew that I couldn't,
because I can't leave him behind
and it would be selfish if I took him.
I'm not the best older sister,
but all I can do is try my best
to shield him when I can,
so that one day, he can handle the rest.
Marleny Jul 2013
My safe haven is located
during a dangerous event.
Thunderstorms.
Whenever the rain pounds the pavement
to the beat of the drum
I give in to my impulses.
I dance, sing, cry, and play
in the rain.
I forget about my loneliness through the drops.
My body and soul unwinds.
It's like getting spiritually drunk.
It feels natural
and to a degree, it feels holy.
I feel more human.
To be able to cleanse yourself through the rain,
is removing your sins and mistakes and pain
all in one fluid motion.
The crazier the lightening,
the louder the thunder,
or the heavier the rain,
the stronger my need is to be submerged within it.
I thrive off the dangerousness,
I relish the cracking sounds above my head
I enjoy the whip like flashes of white in the sky.
I don't mind being caught up in the fierce winds.
I'm bound to it.
My head is always in the clouds, I guess.
I find my refuge and peace within the chaos.
Water in general calls my name,
but there's a certain pleasure that I find in the rain.
Marleny Jul 2013
Loneliness is a starved insect with an insatiable hunger.
It clings to anything and everything that is willing to feed it.
Slowly, loneliness starts to overwhelm you,
though it's hunger is very much present.
Loneliness eats at your heart; eats at your soul;
while ravenously ingesting your flickering lights of hope.
By nature, you succomb to it's selfish needs.
Too weak, you're not able to stop feeding it.
Too late, you realize that you were the host to this parasite.
If loneliness consumes you completely,
like it has done with many people before,
It will just desert you and leave your empty shell of a body
and begin to feast on the inside of another poor victim.
Marleny Jul 2013
Step 1: Whatever you are letting go, say it's for the best.
Step 2: Truly believe that you are doing the right thing and move on with your life.

.... If only letting go was that easy
Your heart must clench and throb and stutter within your chest.
You have to push your selfish need into the deepest and blackest void in your mind.
Try not to cry, then proceed to cry heavily and uncontrollably.

Letting go is removing the safety from your life into the world of change.
It is a bitterly received acceptance.
But most of all, it is sacrifice.
Exchanging your happiness for theirs.
It's the purest, rawest, and the saddest form of love.
Marleny Jun 2013
My dad is like an umbrella.

He always tries to protect

his family from getting hurt

or, in this case, from getting wet.
Happy Fathers day!
Marleny Jun 2013
What is the purpose of my existence?
Because honestly I have no clue.
I feel like I can't accomplish anything.
And when I breathe, there's no purpose for that too...
Marleny Jun 2013
It's that time of the night again.
I hate going to sleep.
My thoughts, fears, and disappointments
come to me in a blinding fashion.
I'm overwhelmed, full of self hate and pity.
I turn around, holding my pillow to my mouth.
I hope no one hears me...
Then I cough out my sadness, I spill the tears.
I muffle any ragged breath that escapes my lungs.
I let out this deeply rooted pain, that is forcefully reserved
for the night.
I tried to fight it.
I tried to pray for peace within my troubled soul.
I feel nothing.
I'm overcome with emptiness.
A cold hard shell is formed yet again.
And that's how all my nights go,
so I dread every night since.
Longing to end my nightmare.

— The End —