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 May 2015 Marinela Abarca
someone
you created us, humans, one after the other trying to perfect the creation you defined as imperfect. you thought of this as a way to show us that your power holds no limitations. flawed species; and alone, we have created a civilization. we live to create a more damaged environment for us to die in. 

and i was destructive. an emptiness so vast took hold of my being and no one i encountered could rid me of it. no one could make me feel.

until i knew of her existence, or lack there of. and now every atom in my fragile body lusts over every cell her celestial figure withholds. i unconcsiously cannot stop wanting her, because my heart pumps desire into my system rather than blood and no ***** that makes me up can function without her. 

i've always felt dead inside..i've always felt that my days were of no purpose, until i met her, and i could ask for no bigger purpose than to love her. 

she awakened my soul; the soul that was burried so deep in that i misconceived dislocation with it's nonexistence.

i never was interested in astronomy but i've always loved the idea of everything that exists beyond this earth. i speak of her beauty, and god, i can't help but compare her to the galaxies. i know the stars don't hear me, but that doesn't limit me. sometimes i wonder if they do because everytime her name rolls off my tounge, i can see them flicker. i think it's because they're in awe. they never saw someone feel so much for someone else before, and they never heard of someone as beautiful as her; not in centuries past and definitely not for centuries to come. her eyes hold universes within them and i want to study her instead. i'm fascinated with every detail there's to her. i never held interest in anyone before her and no one after her could measure up. she's everything everyone wants to be, but nothing anyone can be; because she's the perfect you were aiming for. isn't she?

she taught my lungs how to breathe.
"and i'm so glad i held onto my life long enough for her to be in it. -@whorefrost" and although the weight of this life is heavy on my chest, it's worth it. loving her is worth it.

i've been asked to describe art, and every thought in my head screamed her name louder than the other wanting to be heard. but she's more than just art, she's reason. 

she's my reason.

i see her, and i believe.
i believe in you.
I want to be the one to paint
the smile on your face
Color each day of your life
Draw the line to all your insecurities
Smudge every tears in your eyes
Erase all the pains in your heart
And look at you like the most beautiful art
With all the flaws in your life
 May 2015 Marinela Abarca
ryn
Listen
 May 2015 Marinela Abarca
ryn
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••••••••
••••••••••••••••
sound of running puddles•
listen...to the          as they make
window pane•             their way out
   pelting my                         of stagnant
       the rain•                    troubles•listen
            sound of                  ...to the calm
                   ...to the                calling of
               listen                     the moist
            •                          breeze•as it
                 whispers its hopeful
        promises and decrees• 
listen...to the chaos in
   my heart •  heals it-    
self everyday  be-    
fore again it gets    
torn apart      
••••
        

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Begin reading from mid left of the poem
and work your way round.
 May 2015 Marinela Abarca
Jordan
People don't understand how someone can be so full of life,
And the next moment, empty,
So I've come to tell you how,
I'll try to put it simply.

We all know how the food chain works, we have to take one's life to live,
Depression works in a similar way,
But it needs YOUR life to live.
It is born in you, remaining still until it decides to take,
So the life you saw in our eyes, I promise it wasn't fake.

Robots, controlled by a uncontrollable hurricane,
We are swallowed by the sea,
What's worse is we never learned how to swim,
The bottom is the only future for us there will be.

We search for an escape as we quickly begin to sink,
Our chests begin to burn, making it very hard to think,
Trying to take our mind off the darkness, we focus on something brighter,
Remembering letting go of what's inside will make us a whole lot lighter,

Our bodies will float to the top of the water and there we will be free,
Knowing there's no time to waste, our bodies start to fatigue,
First, we strip away our hope because our hope lies on the surface,
Realizing happiness and laughter, at the bottom there would be no purpose.

The love in our heart is too heavy, so we let it drift away,
Knowing that keeping anything within, would doom us our last day.
Our emotions just weigh us down, so we let go of those too,
But you have to know it wasn't easy saying goodbye to the life that we once knew,

Now all that's left are dull memories of the "normal" life we once held,
The beautiful moments of joy and happiness, on these memories we'd dwell.
Our sight is enveloped by hopeless darkness, we gave up all we had,
But the lightness we felt lying there wasn't all that bad.

With nothing on the inside, we have no burden to carry,
We have ourselves and no one else for which we needed to worry.
And with our last breath, we manage the word sorry,
But no one seems to care,
When they finally find our body, the only thing they do is stare.

They wonder how you used to be so full of life,
Exchanging one by one each painful memory,
Everyone weeps wishing they knew then, what they know now,
Falsely believing that somehow they could have saved all that's left of you now, which is empty.
I can only use
so many
synonyms
for the word
'love'
before I say
what I really mean.
I may haven't written in a while
But that doesn't mean you don't cross my mind.
You are all that I look for,
The only person I want to find.

I look for your face in crowds,
In streets, in malls, everywhere.
Every step I take is a hope,
A hope that I'd find you there.

Hi darling, I really miss you.
I just wanna see your face again.
Hug you tight and kiss your cheek,
And say I love you as much as I can.
I just miss you so much.
 May 2015 Marinela Abarca
NV
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SCARED SHE IS. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SHE WATCHES THE WAY SHE WALKS, BECAUSE THE LAST TIME SHE FELL IN LOVE, SHE HIT THE GROUND. AND SHE WOULD OFFER HIM HER HEART BUT IT'S BEEN EATEN AT AND STORED IN A DOGGY BAG AROUND A CORNER WITHIN HER CHEST - AND SHE CANNOT HELP BUT ALWAYS FEEL LEFTOVER. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT SHE'S SCARED OF FEELING.
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T FEEL HER BACK.
You smiled at her and kissed her
like she was saving you
when we both know
you never needed saving
You held her hand tighter
than you held onto your pride
and we both know
what that means to you
When she walked into the room
it's as if everyone else was invisible
and we both know how you loved
the spotlight
She made you happy
She made you complete
Why couldn't I have been that for you?
 May 2015 Marinela Abarca
NV
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 May 2015 Marinela Abarca
NV
THE EXCUSE USED WAS THAT I HAD
WRITER'S BLOCK.

UNTIL I STARTED BEING HONEST
WITH MYSELF,

AND ADMITTED I WAS TERRIFIED
OF CREATING SOMETHING THAT
PEOPLE WOULDN'T LIKE.

I WAS TERRIFIED OF NOT BEING ENOUGH,

EVEN FOR MYSELF.
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