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 May 2015 pixelstar
Pax
hard to love
 May 2015 pixelstar
Pax
I love the idea of someone will be there for me
Yet in reality, I doubt it to be.
Truth that I knew so well
That I am hard to love seems no one can tell.
...sometimes this is what i know...
 May 2015 pixelstar
Pax
Unlucky
 May 2015 pixelstar
Pax
Lucky are those who have found love
and been loved.

Lucky are those who bear the gift of face.
   Easy is for them to find an easy case
            for their own taste
     - a goal for their own base.

Lucky are those who has an outstanding confidence.
For by it, they don’t live with a doubtful fence.
Freely as they get any wants in their existence.

I give away smiles, pieces of my lies,
        pretending not having rainy skies.
Hiding my Breathless sighs.

Sometimes I am like a rock
   too dull to feel, a surface too rough.
A sense I lost, an unreachable core,
I don’t know how to love anymore.



*© 2014 Pax
to simply say: "I am just unlucky in terms of love"


First of all I want to give my special thanks to all my friends who supports me not in my writing but the me who is inside in every piece I penned. To all of you, it let me believed that I should not give up on love, with that it is enough for me to stay positive… hopeful for someday someone will come and bring spring to my 'cold landscape', bring light to my 'unglowing star' and a home that I could finally call my own to stop being the 'passerby'...

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 May 2015 pixelstar
R
I know the difference between love and lust, trust me, i do.
But we have to stop talking about love like its the only feeling
you're allowed to have.
Maybe I want a little fun, a little adventure, a little... Lust.
Maybe I want neither, and I just want to explore who I am attracted to.
Maybe I do want love, but just not from you anymore.
Whatever it may be, we need to stop pretending like love is the only feeling you're allowed to have.
I think then we will begin to be truthful to ourselves and our feelings.
I know I'm not in love. Just know it's not lust either. I have a crush or two, big deal  Ever care to think that these poems aren't just about one guy? I have different relationships being built, but you wouldn't know anything about that because you care too little to ask for the truth from me. So, instead of pretending to be some high and mighty and better than I am person, remember who the hell you are and that you make mistakes too, because I'm sick of acting like I'm the only one who does.
 May 2015 pixelstar
R
We Say Forever
 May 2015 pixelstar
R
We use forever like we know it will be,
but why can't our hearts just ******* see
that nothing now last forever,
not the stars not radioactive waste,
so why did we think we stood a
chance when forever can't even
look us in the face?
Does this make sense?
Let loneliness' tears explode and be transformed into thousand moaning stars tonight,
As...

My universe whips with meteors...
                                                  ­   Slashing the earth's flesh, 
with scorching ***** of fire.

My universe cries an august rain...
                                              Leaving the earth in deep waters,                    
breathless,  it won't survive.

My universe hurls hails...
                                                  Cr­ashing the earth's face.

My universe whispers comets...
                                          Making the earth sigh with fiery passion.

My universe frets in pain...
                                                 Deafening sound echoes                          
                                ­           in earth's hollow station.

That...

My universe in my arms is collapsing...
                                               ­    And I,
the earth, am dying with him.
Realizing you become the reason that I live...
 May 2015 pixelstar
L
If feelings can be held, then I dare you to hold mine.
I dare you to catch it with your bare hands.
I dare you to hold it tight.
I dare you to put it in your pocket.
I dare you to wear it on your sleeve.

If feelings can be heard, then I dare you to hear mine.
I dare you to catch its every whisper.
I dare you to hear its screams, its laughter, its sighs.
I dare you to hear its cries.
I dare you to hear it echo through your ears.
I dare you to listen to its pleading.

If feelings can be seen, then I dare you to see mine.
I dare you to look it in the eyes.
I dare you to stare at its wholeness.
I dare you to witness its unfolding.
I dare you to marvel at its being.
I dare you not to blink as it looks at you back.
I dare you to let it see beneath your soul.
I dare you to see its light.

And if these feelings can be felt, I dare you to feel mine.
I dare you to snuggle its warmth.
I dare you to shiver at its coldness.
I dare you to feel its corners, its edges, its curves.
I dare you to feel its beating.
I dare you to feel its breathing.
I dare you to feel it.
I dare you to feel its feelings.

I dare you to feel it.
I dare you to feel.
I dare you.
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