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 Dec 2015 Rosa Carmona
Em
The man I thought you were is haunting me even in my dreams.

The man who valued loyalty,
Integrity,
Honesty,
Love,
Trust.

The man you had me convinced that you were.

He makes me cling to my dreams.
He makes me question if everything you ever said was a lie.
He shows your true colors.

You see, I never fell for you,
I fell for the man who haunts my dreams.

I fell for the man who love
his country,
his God,
his family.

I fell for the man you portrayed yourself to be.

Even I should have seen past all of that.

But the one I thought you were still
Written 12.15.15

I see who you are now.
Please forgive me when I say,
I really wish that I could stay.
I'm sorry it has to be this way,
But I just can't see another day.
If I don't want to be judged for being me,
I can't judge you for being you.
But you gotta return the same thing.
One by one you’ve shown me,
The demons, of your mind,
Scars that they’ve left you,
And past specters hanging by.

You point to them and shudder,
Hug yourself and cry,
To quickly wipe away the tears,
To take my hand, and bring me, anywhere but here.

Through grey waste and hell-scape peaks,
To quaint and pretty things,
Shiny baubles in a broken land,
To stare at, and lock the mind away.

You stare downwards at the Earth,
Turning something in your hand,
I reach out and brush your face,
You glance up, by God, those brilliant eyes.

I take your chin and guide it up,
Too long you’ve viewed the floor,
Now gaze upon endless, starry night,
Look up, twinkling, hope is there.

Under gleaming angel night,
Darkness dares not tread,
Here your inner true self glows,
And your beauty ethereal, sublime.

Still I hold you close to me,
For fear lingers in the mind,
But, as ever, I gesture to the sky,
Watch with me, soon shall be, the glorious sunrise.
I wrote this poem for Satyn Steffes, in the hope it would put a smile on her face and remind her that things have a way of working out in the end . She asked me to post it, so here it is.
 Dec 2015 Rosa Carmona
Curing
Dreams
 Dec 2015 Rosa Carmona
Curing
I cried for you last night again,
...and swore it'd be the last
Then as I slept I dreamt of you,
...and tears fell twice as fast
 Dec 2015 Rosa Carmona
XIII
They have killed the poet
With the now-dead memories still alive in them
The poet's wrist drowning in blood
For they have bitten their feeder's hand
And now the poet dies little by little by seeing his poems.
I long for his lips on mine
yet when our soles intertwine
I go numb
My heart screams out
yet all that's left is an echo of what once was
a shadow
darkness filled with knives
scraping away form the inside out
 Dec 2015 Rosa Carmona
Kunal Kar
I woke up with gloomy dreams,
A pretty face I remember,
She had the vive of a queen,
While I was the slave of cold December.

Dream again, I ask my heart and mind,
Fading images meant this story's end,
So my eyes wore a sailor's dress,
Searching for a lost pile of sand.

The minutes of that dream shaped my hours dull,
With no awe in this life , I waited for her call,
I became what they call incorrigible,
As this desert heart now needed a last rainfall,

I never asked for her lover's heart,
Just to watch her skip my heartbeat,
Nor craved for those moonlight lips,
As I spend a lifetime watching our eyes meet.

The dream may never come,
Her sunset eyes may never rise,
For the sake of my capacious heart, I still close my eyes,
To live a thousand deaths to once see her blue sunset eyes.
He said he will not talk to me,
Unless I talk first.
But I don't wanna seem like one of those girls hungry with thirst.

Skin so fine,
Smile so bright.
Long endless days and sleepless nights.

How the **** could you walk pass me like you didn't see me standing here.
No head lights but a headless deer.
I hate when boys talk to you one minute then want to be invisible the next. Confusing indeed.
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