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Rina139 Jan 2016
My brain aching
My heart breaking
As the news hits my ears
And my eyes open wide with terror
My mouth is oppressed
By the sense
That prevents
Me from saying the wrong thing.

Blink and the image is seen
Coursing through my imagination
As the tension
Rises in my bones

It’s like a thorn stings when touched
Blood would gush
Out of the struck vein

Then the fear of the unknown
Settles in
And brings
A fearful thought to my heart without ease

Speak or let nothing be done
As the worst
Is yet to come
Rina139 Jan 2016
Silence is her loudest cry,
although her eyes seem to be dry,
what she’s trying to imply,
is that no one sees the burning red eye.
hidden beneath a shining smile,
leaving the room in amazing style,
is a girl in single file,
walking alone the next one hundred miles.
when the girl looks up to the stars.
all she sees is a million prison bars,
tapped and enclosed and no one knows,
the girl being swallowed up by fears.
behind a smile is a broken girl,
trying to fight this horrid world,
her emotions soon begin to swirl,
breaking another broken girl.
Rina139 Jan 2016
Saying goodbye to someone you love
is like reading the final page of an amazing book.
As the last chapter ends you begin to notice
just how beautiful and perfect the plot always was.  
You appreciate the joy and even the pain
as you read and thumb through every page.
Finally understanding the moral of the story,
you realize you've reached the end of this journey.
Although the last sentence is the most difficult to read
another great book awaits once you turn the final page.
Eventually you may stumble upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return to the book you left behind.
You may just discover once all is said and done
that this particular book was your favorite story
All along.
Rina139 Jan 2016
Whatever happened to the moments we lived for
the moments we lived from?
electrifying lives, currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance
what do I have to do  to feel the surge to feel the spark
to feel alive again?
is it in the tone is it in the songs
do the muses hold it in the walls
is it inside of me
searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
to make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again
Rina139 Jan 2016
Clouded judgement, biased opinions
based off stereotypes and ancient value
your own experience from perhaps too many years
it all makes sense but you can't lay it down on me.
Always wanting what is best, never fully healing past
what happened in your world which was catastrophic
but at some point we all come to the realization to move on
if we are strong, now I know why I can never seem to reach you.
Always seeming to gather thoughts and emotions reports and reviews
of everything from other people, having to master knowing what they think
before making up your mind so you aren't even really yourself
which is part of why you can't seem to reach me.
After all this time, nights of crying and asking why I have so much pain
can all this anger find its place, having no inclination as to where it all has come from
not personally experiencing what some may end up calling the textbook definition of
depression, post traumatic stress ,anxiety, attention deficit hyper whatever
but yet all at once aggravatingly confusing , constantly asking question after question
knowing they ultimately came from your inabilities, getting over every of my problems
simply because I was strong enough ,ironically in part because of you
but I think with those higher standards that could have been set by either one of us
the anger of you not fulfilling that is your fault the life you lead is your choice mine is mine.
Rina139 Jan 2016
Sometimes I write words that I think are perfect and mighty
but when I read your words, they ******* me,they make me feel like a nonsense trying to make sense they make me Wonder, why should I call  me a poet
With words that don't rhyme or flow
But again I believe that this words are perfect and mighty
they gave me hope
I find peace whenever I write them
I float like a feather and forget my permanent scars
with these words I feel like a Knight and a hero.
Rina139 Jan 2016
I woke up this morning, and realized that no one will ever understand me...
No one will ever get the fact that I hate my life with a passion so complex,
That your mind doesn't even have the capability to comprehend it...
A passion so deep that I might just be willing to end it all...
But I'm scared.
I want to prove to all the people that never cared, that maybe,
Just maybe,
I can do something with my life.
Honestly, I never even thought that I would make it this far...
On the outside I am smiling, you think everything's okay.
On the inside I am dying,
it's the price I've learned to pay...
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