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  Sep 2014 Paula Pineda
Eleanor Rigby
I know her
That of which your heart is made,
That for whom it beats,
That for whom it bleeds.
She is forever scarred
Into your skin
Like a one-winged
Butterfly tattoo.
Your dream lays
Where she sleeps,
Where she breaths
Soft and neat.
Your passion lives
Where her attention
Is yours for hours
And you long for years
To trade her fears
For heavy tears.

And you long for her smile,
Her laughter
For only a short while.

But your pain expands
Where mine also does.
My shattered heart and I
Know you, feel you
For you are broken
Just like us.


F.Z.N
  Sep 2014 Paula Pineda
Frustrated Poet
I sat on an old bench
Near that oak tree
Searched for the ideal spot
Provide the perfect lighting
From where I shall picture the view.
I stared at the vast blue blanket
Listened to the beautiful noise it makes
The atmosphere hovered with tranquility
I am at peace, drifting in serenity
I watched as the sky turned to
fiery red to comely orange
Slowly indigo creeps in
with a touch of navy blue
All shades of strong hue.
I took a deep breath and sighed
Another attempt to interpret your loveliness
On a blank canvass
I see it clear in my mind
And I started to sketch.
A stroke tinted to perfection
Lines and circles to describe affection
A shade to remind me
how bright your eyes glistened
Down to emptiness shown by your eyes' darkness.
It'll take a lifetime to draw
Something as stunning as you
I'd paint the universe, if I can
Of my love for you

When the sun sets and gives the earth its daily kiss
What lovers watching sure will miss
You're the inspiration for this moment of bliss
Your existence is art and I call it masterpiece.
I'll call it a day
And put the brush down
Another praise for she
Who has the crown.
  Sep 2014 Paula Pineda
Wordsmith
Words do not get attention
But the feelings behind them do
  Sep 2014 Paula Pineda
insane hatter
the beauty within is icy cold
the beauty without is fresh and springy
the beauty within is dead and lacking
the beauty without is less than you are thinking
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