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electra Jul 2017
Her love was electric,
He could sense it in the air in that second,
It was her taunting green eyes,
That he saw her forever in his life.
Perhaps it was just the *** talking,
But as she kept walking,
He knew he was stuck under her love spell,
She was an angel sent from hell.

Oh, her love was electric,
That his heart became infected.
Oh, how could of this happened?
This love that he never imagined.
She ruled his kingdom,
She had become his heart's rhythm.

His love had become electric,
Now they're souls were connected.
She fell for his taunting hazel eyes,
That she saw him forever in her life.
Perhaps, it was all fantasty,
But he had become her gravity.
But she needed to capture him under her love spell,
To save her from hell.

Oh, her love was electric,
That his heart became infected.
Oh, how could of this happened?
This love that he never imagined.
She had ruled his kingdom,
She had become his heart's rhythm.

Her love was electric,
And his love became electric.
Their souls had become the champagne,
That the stars could not contain.
Their souls emerged into the sea,
Ruling over the world so the people could see.

Oh, her love was electric,
That his heart became infected.
Oh, how could of this happened?
This love that he never imagined.
She ruled over his kingdom,
She had become his heart's rhythm.
This poem tells a story through a series of poems. The second part to this is Electra (which is published here). Electric is an introduction to the entire story and to see what happens please feel free to go check out electra. The other poems will be written as I find inspiration but for now, these two are avaliable for you to read.
electra Jul 2017
My heart is in an endless of constellations,
Kissing the night sky.
I hold on tightly to that desire,
Wanting to slip away with it,
For how I fear being left alone,
In this room,
In this world,
With no hopes of surving this ****** war.
Take me with you,
Take me away from this world,
From the boy who broke my heart,
From the man that left my mother,
And from the men that took my father,
And from this life that swallowed my freedom in a whole.
I am raging war,
Kindles fire,
Wanting to explode,
Hatred and rage fills my heart.
It's a cold world,
What have I done to deserve this pain?
To be left alone,
To be forgotten and unloved.
My heart and dreams lives freely like the colors in the sky,
Soft pinks, red and blues that make a soft essence of lavender,
Stars that twinkle in the night sky.
My mind aches to run free like the clouds and to kiss the heaven,
Where the mighty God sits on his throne,
Admiring his creation,
Me.
You.
Us.
Take me God to the heavens,
Where the angels sings,
And my heart aches for you.
Give me the crown of life,
Have mercy on my soul...
I want to dance through a field of flowers,
I want to live in a garden full of red roses,
For they remind me of the boy who lives in my dreams,
The boy who loves me and makes me happy-
I bathe myself in poetry,
The words that slip off my tongue and make my heart beat faster,
The words that make my world spin,
And make me fall in love with earth again.
Renuevame mi Dios,
Guts, glory, and pain,
I want it all.
My mind ponders over my million never ending thoughts,
I can feel my soul feeding off of lavender skies,
A heaven haze.
I am nothing but an outcast,
A shadow in the meadows,
Nothing but a soul who's heart lives in the heavens,
Wanting to be free.
electra Jul 2017
Roseland,
Where are you?
I've looked for you in the allies and the hills,
Where the rivers meet,
But you've disapperaed somewhere along the way.

Roseland,
The place where my heart blossomed,
And the flowers opened their petals for each other,
The warm springs,
The constant coolness of the wind,
Have you blown with the wind too?

Roseland,
I miss the beating of your heart,
Your soft whispers at night,
Your fragile lips whwen they touch mine,
I miss the sweet soft essence of your hair.

Roseland,
You've slipped away from my hands,
And you flew where the wind went,
Setting yourself free,
Into the light,
Where you are nothing but a memory in my head,
And the place we've built together will always be known as Roseland,
And your name will forever live in the cosmos.
Rose.
electra Jun 2017
I am trapped by mirrors,
They trap me in a circle,
Forever stuck in the desert,
Only having my reflection staring back at me.
I stare at myself,
Watching the sweat drip off my forehead,
Into the burning sand of the desert,
Where I will soon be a part of,
Just like the grains of the sand.

The reflection of the sun burns into my eyes,
No matter which way I look,
The reflection follows me everywhere,
Wanting to put an end to me.

I am trapped by mirrors,
With no way of escape,
So I surrender myself to them,
To the mirrors,
To the sun,
To the killer desert,
This is where I was destined,
I was brought here to die,
To die in the desert and become a part of her.
electra Dec 2016
I kissed the autumn wind tonight,
And she took me with her and shared a bliss of delight,
While the night was young and the world was fast asleep
In a dream far too deep.
I thirsted for the rain to come pouring down,
And she brought the rain over town.
I danced in the autumn rain in the middle of the night
And for once everything seemed alright.

I kissed the autumn wind tonight,
Where we soared in the sky, taking flight.
We kissed the stars,
And wished from them afar.
I wished for love,
So perfect like white doves,
And the autumn wind wished for the night to never end,
For fear that tomorrow the winter night sets in.

I kissed the autumn wind one last time,
Where we shared our last laughs and rhymes.
The autumn wind tucked me in bed,
And she sang to me, while caressing my head.
I awoke the next day,
To see the first day of winter peeking through the bay,
But I still felt the kisses burning on my cheeks,
That were left by the autumn wind, my love, who she seeks.
  Sep 2016 electra
Gabriel Roa
I've tried to warn you
again
and again
about

those times you say
your hair is ugly
because it doesn't glow
as you'd like to

or you are as uninteresting
as a grain of salt
dropped in the water
of a cosmic ocean

or your gritty knees
aren't lovely because
they aren't soft enough
to sleep over them

or your eyes aren't shining
because you feel
you are empty
as if nothing matters

I've tried to warn you,
the dearest of my moons,
that you are
so wrong.

I find you,
let's see,
fascinating,
glowing,

chaotic,
enigmatic,
magic,
soft,

lov­ely,
ephemeral,
yet,
so unforgettable

I find
your hair
dancing
with your shoulders

to some music
that
was really
acute

yes, I find it
so amusing
I could stare you
for hours

(no matter
how much
your hair
'isn't glowing')

I say, I can connect with your veins
and navigate
through
all your inner galaxies,

in constant expansion,
with their entropy
walking around
in the park of life

and I believe
it is
so wonderful
I can't believe my eyes.

I could get lost in your skin
every time
you get
asleep,

because
Radiohead isn't enough
to make me feel
like a lost song

if I'm not lost
around you,
then,
why am I lost?

and, yet,
your eyes
are a mystery
waiting

for the rain
to come
and wash you away,
and wash mankind away

that's why,
my darling,
I keep insisting
that

you
are
so
wrong.
for her.
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