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Lora Cerdan May 2018
She knew she was different
right before they pointed out her
flaws, her imperfections
She knew she was not, in any way,
quite like the others
And she was proud of it
The moment she hatched
summer was at the tip of her tongue
She always knew her wings would grow
Before the flowers even begin to blossom
Before the sun rises in the east
She knew she would take the skies
command the winds of change
She grew up thinking her past is her future
and that she is as she was before:
A self-proclaimed history repeating itself
A monster hovering above the world
instilling terror into the hearts of men
But greater forces are at work
And life wasn't all that fair
She was beautiful and he was curious
She was a goddess and he was a child
With a wave of his innocent hand
He had her
In his hands rests the life and death of a queen
She could feel her wings
And her heart,
breaking
making crunchy noises as they crumble
She cries, he smiles
In her three hundred sixty degree perspective
she saw ****** written across his lips
And in that moment she knew
she wasn't what she thought she was
The first time she flew was also
the last time she touched the ground
Who knew
she'd be buried underneath it?

-L.C.
There are no more butterflies.
Lora Cerdan May 2018
I want to be your favorite book
I want you to write on my pages
and underline the passages
you loved the most.
I want to be that song you listen to
when you’re angry
and just wanting to calm down.
I want to be that show you can’t stop watching and can’t stop talking about with your friends.
I want to be those long walks at the beach where you love watching 44 sunsets.
I want to be your favorite mixed drink
that you can’t get enough of.
I want to be the bad hangovers that you don’t regret having.
I want to be the pain that’s worth it.
I want to be your newly washed sheets that you bury your face in.
I want to be your crazy Friday nights
but also your lazy Sunday afternoons.
I want to be your favorite liar,
your favorite scar.
That one wound you wouldn’t want to heal.
I want to be that loud music
you always dance to.
I want to be the words that you mean to say when you say them.
I want to be your bitter coffee
in the mornings.
I want to be the one to wake you up
and make sure you’re ready to face life again.
I want to be your favorite love story that you keep telling yourself.
I want to be your cozy rainy days and lonely summer nights.
I want to be all the times you said yes to something you never tried before.
I want to be your nervous laughter, your crooked smile.
I want to be the corny puns you tell.
I want to be your favorite film.
I want to be that urge that’ll make you want to make a film or write a poem or skydive.
I want to be your guiding light and your comfortable darkness.
I want to be your hope,
your sorrows,
your bad dreams,
your goals,
your nightmares,
your fight,
your heartbreaks,
your hate,
your love,

the things that make you
and break you.

I want to make you so happy,
you’d forget you were ever sad.
I said I'll quit wanting things that I don't need and yet here I am.
Lora Cerdan Jan 2016
Maybe I'm just really tired, I don't know.
But the moment I laid eyes on the night sky tonight
made me realize that you are not the center of my galaxy.
There's a vast universe I have yet to see
and you're just a microscopic dust
in the heart of space and time.
It's weird how I've let you ruin my entire world
but see, I'm rebuilding
and pretty soon
I'll be a planet again
with my own moons orbiting me and everything.
I won't stay here floating in the abyss forever
waiting for chances that will not come.
This time, I'll be my own big bang.
This time, I'll be my own creation.
I am my own universe.
Lora Cerdan Mar 2015
We spent our last day together
laughing at cat videos on the internet
hoping that our laughter would silence
our silent screams
hoping that we'd both believe that we're crying
because we laughed so hard
and not because of the reason neither of us want to acknowledge

We spent our last day together
exchanging favorite books
both of us secretly hoping that the pages
would translate how we really feel about each other

We spent our last day together
playing a spirited game of scrabble
hoping that we get the right letters to perfectly spell
the words we have always wanted to say but couldn't

We spent our last day together
playing truth or dare
but we stopped midway because we both know
we're too honest and too daring
for such a childish game

We spent our last day together
sitting on a park bench
watching different people
guessing their life stories  
we both stared in wonder at the falling leaves of autumn
that seemed to signify an end of an era
the end of an ending

We spent our last day together
at that coffee shop where we first met
ordering the same coffee;
exactly like how we got into talking the first time
we laughed in awe of the deja vu we just experienced
leaving the barista confused and thinking we're crazy

We spent our last day together
back to that place you hate so much
You didn't want to end things there
and neither do I
but we promised we'd be back by six

We spent our last day together
listening to the clock tick by
and the machines hum
they sounded like some sick orchestra
I made a joke about it but you didn't laugh
instead you kept looking out the window
and you never looked at me since  


You spent our last day together
sleeping
and just like that
you never woke up


I spend our last day together
watching cat videos by myself without laughing
reading the book you gave me
over and over and over again
playing scrabble  and losing to myself
trying truth or dare but i just play dare
because I just couldn't handle the truth

I spend our last day together
watching people out in the park who  probably
don't give two ***** about my life story
I spend our last day together
always leaving the barista confused about why i keep coming back
ordering two cups of  the same kind of coffee
and then leaving the other one untouched when I leave

I spend our last day together
every single day
because i could never have
a last day with you
until the day
i sleep
and never wake up
just like you
This is a poem originally for written for my laptop and camera. See, I'm quitting my job and I have to give them back so I'm pretty bummed about it because I love them so much. Anyway, it escalated quickly and tadah! My last day at work is on Saturday so yeah, I'm pretty sad and stuff.
Lora Cerdan Mar 2015
You're only here because it's cold
and you've got ice in your veins
and the sun sets in your heart an hour early
You asked me to draw skull tattoos on your arm
So you'd appear tougher than you are
But those skulls are drawn in pen
They're temporary like your promises
And when you go home at night
the icebergs will go back the way they came
sink your ships and drown you in pain


No one is going to save you
because you drowned the lifeguard too
Yep. This is actually about the Titanic itself. Like, literally. I'm kidding, of course. This is about a smaller boat.
Lora Cerdan Feb 2015
I feel I have lost something I didn't have in the first place
when you left,  I tried to catch  sun rays but all I have in my hands now are dust mites and remnants of our old arguments
my palms are full of words I wished I told you,
full of truths that I wish you knew
my mind is full of cobwebs and replays of old memories
that you should've taken with you
even the sun retires to slumber
the darkness is innate and it’s lying beside me now,
in the space where you used to sing me to sleep
staining our white sheets with a color darker than black
I can still hear your uninteresting stories about how your day went,
I can’t even remember any of your words,
i just know that I love listening to your voice
even when you’re not talking
I shivered at that thought, the cold reached my veins
and left my blood frozen, stagnant, dead.
I told my lungs to stop breathing in so deeply
because inhaling your scent won't bring back your warmth
I can feel my brain is about to shut down
slowly deleting all the traces of you like a computer virus
your absence is a disease
and it grew cancerous flowers in my heart
my body is refusing to live
because it knows it has lost
all reasons to exist

when I woke up this morning there was a hole in my chest

and  nothing hurts anymore
this is not suicide, this is ******.
Lora Cerdan Jan 2015
Patiently waiting as the day turns to rust
Your caged thoughts and tied ideas
Resting upon your shelf collecting dust
Filling your pocket with straight faced bias

Your tongue tied mouth speaks so clearly
As your cross-fingered hand made a vow
You sounded a lot like loyalty
You managed to act it out somehow


I stood beside you, not like the rest
You were above me, you are always the best
Unpredictable lies, now they don't matter
You cut the string now I'll pull the trigger

Undefined words and speechless talks
Muted screams and endless dead end roads
Shadows lurking above me I can see
How does it feel to be like me?

Malice filled judgments, manipulated cares
While the walls crumbled, you stood and stared
Time does not run on batteries, it dies and stops
You can't keep everything, not even your laughs


Scream it not, hush and shush my dear
They can smell the stench of fear
It will make you suffer till it is death you'd propose
Then, I'll worship the ground that awaits your corpse
Cerberus is a multi-headed (usually three-headed) dog, or "hellhound" with a serpent's tail, a mane of snakes, and lion's claws. He guards the entrance of the underworld to prevent the dead from escaping and the living from entering.

I made this poem a long time ago and I honestly do not know what I'm talking about. All I know is that I was probably sad when I wrote this.
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