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 Apr 2014 Olivia Mercado
Emma
I say goodbyes
Quite often
Because once someone
Enters into
My life
They seem to leave
As if
They were never
Here.

-e.w.
 Apr 2014 Olivia Mercado
Nomad
I hear you, I see you,
but I dare not say to you.
"Hey. I love you."
It's so simple, but it never really is.
So I stand here at the corner of happy and healthy, waiting for...you.
Sketchy.
Oops.
Let's try this again.
I hear you, I see you,
but I dare not say to you,
what is really beating in my heart, and what echos in my head.
I talk to you and I stutter,
you leave the room, and I begin to shudder.
You're the color in my world, the music, the life,
because I'm looking for not a fling, but really for a wife.
If that kind of commitment really scares you,
I won't apologize for what is true.
Because now that you (don't) know about how I really feel, inside my soul
I have a hole here now, from the heart you just stole.

Okay too cheesy? Let's put it this way.
Simple and Clear.
Be mine forever, to cherish and to hold,
in sickness and in health,
until death do we never part,
because I'll chase you up to heaven,
because you'll still tease me with my heart.

One day, I'll share with you all of these, as quirky as they may be.
But one day I'll build the nerve to ask you, to always stay with me.
When I see you
The clouds will part
Shimmering petals will swirl in the air

The look on your face
Will tell how you've adored me since lifetimes before
I'm your favorite
and you are my home.

I'll want to run to you
But slow will be my pace
My gaze
For I know time will stand still for us
To savor our reunion

*We've been homesick so long
I woke up tasting yesterday
I stumbled out of bed to make my way
On up the street to find a place
To erase the cobwebs from my face
And finish what I started last night

I passed an old man shining shoes
He looked at me, staring clear on through
He didn't have to say a word
He shook his head and I turned, stumbled onward
To finish what I started last night

Another day and nothing changes
The only thing I find strange is
Reactions that I get thought out my day
I hide among the doors and alleys
My day is full of hills and valleys
I listen to the crap that people say

I cannot function in the real world
Too much time there, I get unfurled
It's nothing that I can explain to you
The only thing I feel I need to do
Is finish what I started last night

I don't know how the money comes
But at days end there's always some
From normal folk who aren't ****** down in the silt
They give me cash to help relieve their guilt
And I finish what I started last night

I know tomorrow I'll wake up tasting yesterday
I'll stumble past the shine man on my way
To find a place to clear my mind
and dream the dreams I left behind
And once more finish off last night
I ache for you*
I wait for you
I cry for you
I weep for you
I prostate for you
I pray for you
I ache for you
I leap for you
I feel for you
I want for you
I care for you
I lust for you
I die a hundred deaths for you
I ache for you
I wait for you
I grief for you
I suffer for you
I mourn for you
I throb for you
I ache for you
I yearn for you
I itch for you
I bleed for you
I just ******* ache for you
I hope that when
Judgement comes
(If you believe in such
a thing).
That the one who judges,
looks at me,
with a scowl and says
Rejected-
 Apr 2014 Olivia Mercado
Kia
I don’t remember much, Sugar Ray told me.
Yesterday is tomorrow. Tomorrow is the same.
He told me this isn’t what I wanted to be,
I would tell you but I forgot your name.

It crept behind the corner. Bats. Cobwebs.
Dusty. Proof was needed to believe something
Of such filth. Barbaric
aBsURditY.
The memories crawled back into the cave.
Music played.
Rita rocked back in her chair,
“That sound, I knew it once”.
Once was a while ago.
That’s forever.
If you knew it and then lost it
Consider it dead.
“It was never a memory if it can’t be remembered”.
That’s what the nurses told them, Rita didn’t believe.
She knew that sound from somewhere.
That’s all to be retained.

Hope Springs Eternal.
I wrote a five part poem in high school based off of The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot, this was the second part. I'll upload the other four soon.

Enjoy
 Apr 2014 Olivia Mercado
namii
The human condition that we are all probably familiar by now is that
We tend to fall back on loneliness and darkness.
It is as if we would allow ourselves to accept love, care and concern from the people around us
But eventually we will be consumed by our very own sadness.
We create a shell that filters the care we choose, but even then
We allow it to dissipate and we end up with nothing but despair.
We all struggle to escape from ourselves
Then we strive to escape from the people around us,
And the aftermath leaves us very much stranded and lost.
Right now things seem the same but months from now where gonna say they were so different ~
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