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Death's shadowy figure hides
between the small cracks of my
home's crumbling foundation.

I fear to close my tired eyes at twilight
when Death may rise from the core
and run through my pulsing veins.
I believe everyone has a story
My life is a blues song in the making
Broken love lost over time
Home of evil not accepting defeat
Loves people but not respect
Full of emotions no one to express with
Want so much learned to go without
Give it all in a letter that was returned
Call out to friend all married or having kids
Wanting more out of life by living
Can't find love or happiness all is taken away
Walked away theres a price to pay
Words tell the story emotions paint the picture
Heart full of passion never give up on the story
The vision of who one is meant to be
The story book ending but it's only just begining
 Feb 2013 Sophia Nuanez
Eliza
I was almost trapped,
inside the pain of my past
When you showed me the key
And found me at last.

Hatred was in my heart
Love was never there
I was certainly out of trust
Until you showed me how to care.

You have waited patiently
But I ignored you, instead
I just cannot bear the pain
Of seeing my past repeat itself.

But please do understand
There's always a time for every man
My mind's telling me not to
But my heart's screaming "I love you."
 Feb 2013 Sophia Nuanez
pixels
my sheets are a noose
every night i swing
swing my life away

my pillow is an ocean
every night i drown
in my own tears and hopes

the pills
the people
the harsh sunlight

during the day
i am protected
i can smile without worry

the Monster is asleep

pretty pills protect princesses

but my terror grows
as the sun sinks low
the sky bright red
like the blood the Monster sheds

i wait until morning
before my eyes close

in my tears i drown
in my dreams i die

screams wake me
oh, those are mine
i'm sorry
didn't mean to wake you
no, i'm fine
just a nightmare

just a nightmare

*The Monster eats pretty princesses when they close their eyes.
Nightmares are horrible, especially when you're the starring victim and villian.
 Feb 2013 Sophia Nuanez
Anon C
are dreams merely an oasis
materialized to sustain us on a day to day basis
some can so easily be consumed
day to day life incapable of being resumed
always turning back to the way of a madman
seeking to find in their own mind utter bedlam
say the same things over and over again
place your heart in a headlock, lay the blame
when will it change, will it ever
or shall we lie in illusions of a pointless endeavor
On life cycles so inexorable
reacting equal and opposite
soft whispered lovely nothings
reach a shrieking crescendo high
of love in discord, pains embraced
hard wealth disappearing stealthy
expectations all ebbing out softly
as all vibes positive flood the heads
of a few so little,plain outnumbered
a grand empty nothing filling being
sum total of thoughts and actions
all come to naught just letting go,
now living the life of a Zero Karma.
To touch the skin of one,
To match the touch of two.
A reciprocated heat,
a touch of two flesh,
With the creation of one body.
Fluids of love,
Mixing
Binding
Digging deep,
Finding,
Whatever treasures lie beneath the waters.

Therapeutic,
A rhythmic click,
with each deep dive,
Perfect synchronisation
Creating the sweetest sensation,
Push,
With no hesitation.
No rest,
Full concentration.
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