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It’s not the same moon
that you and I see
the moon is the moon
that we want it to be.

the moon is a picture
of our own thoughts
the moon will be
what we want it to be.

© Malintha Perera 2014
And if you're ever
       feeling lonely
      Just look at the
             moon
          someone,
         somewhere
is looking right at it too
 Jan 2015 Pamela Renteria
Farsana
The way your hands cup my face
And you look into me with a gleam
In your eyes I find love
In your eyes I find happiness
In your eyes I find my home
You are what heaven looks like
To me.
Life is a gamble
Being born is a gamble
A life isn't the only thing death takes
It takes a soul
It takes a tender, giving heart
It takes a beautiful body with a fragile frame
It takes the light and the dark
It takes a friend
It takes pieces of a family
It takes away from this world
It takes, and takes, and takes
But it never, ever gives back
Death bathes in greed.
O mother!
It is I, I your son.
I never did outrun
the death waiting for me.
Destiny, Martyr to be…

O mother!
I thought of you only
when javelins pierced me.
The memory of your eyes.
Had made me smile in disguise.

O mother!
I lay there helplessly.
My friends could not help me.
But your prayer was enough.
It kept helping me stay tough.

O mother!
The blood kept boiling out.
I let out a low shout.
It was your blood after all,
ran off me like waterfall.

O mother!
With final hiccup I
drowned into darkest sky.
Now I’m sure you’re proud of me.
I know I made you happy.

O mother!
Is this not what you want?
Is it not what you crave?
Your martyr is taking your
Guidance with him to his grave.

O mother!
 Jan 2015 Pamela Renteria
nica
"I'll make a picture of you" I told her
"Are you a painter?" she asked.
"No, but I can paint you in words" I answered
 Jan 2015 Pamela Renteria
Xyns
"Me"
 Jan 2015 Pamela Renteria
Xyns
******* it!
I'm not your muse.
Or inspiration.

I'm just me
There's nothing else I can be..

Can't you see?
I'm cracked, broken, shattered..
Permanently damaged..

I'll never be what you need..
That's to everyone.
About everything.

Because this me
Will never be worthy..
 Jan 2015 Pamela Renteria
psm
My heart is emptier than the bottle of ***** sitting on my windowsill. And those three words you said to me are burning at my throat again, and god I'm trying to forget you, but your touch is engraved all over my body. I feel it wherever I go. I can't even listen to my favorite songs without the reminder that you're gone. I can't even find beauty in the city lights the way I used to, that euphoric feeling I felt is gone. I guess when you left you took everything that I had. But that's okay because id rather feel nothing without you anyway.
-psm
I can only think in
half formed metaphors,
and before I know it
they're
gone.
But,
I bet
if I wrote down every
eloquent phrase I thought up
and stitched them together,
they'd make a
romance novel.
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