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I feel like crying a river.
No, I want to cry a river.
Only I know that my river of hot tears
won't make anything better.
So, I **** it up and feed
this volcano of fear and anger
that roars inside me.
And I helplessly wait
for the day my inner volcano would erupt.
I'm a lost star, my dear
A star that lost its shine
So I wonder and sigh
I wander along and cry
searching  for that divine light
Words that go unspoken,
Words that are never said,
Scars will last forever,
And the pain does spin my head.
Feeling miserable. I should have spoken up  for myself because I certainly didn't have the ability not to hear their words.
autumn is now making us feel its presence
i am aware, time is of the essence
my moments with you are threatened
my moments with you hasten to end

treetops are dotted with yellow, red, green
dropping leaves of brown, orange and gold
to cover the grounds, now made softer
With those fallen leaves of autumn
winds would later hastily blow cold
Warmth now gone, content no longer there....
for,
in your sweet thoughts
i fear I might  be lost....
in your heart, the flames may die.
no longer there, your burning desires.

------------the days to come--------------
-------i will be amongst people, but------
---in that part of my mind, each moment---
-----i would spend in solitude, with you
------------but, this much i know-------------
-------you and me are just a dream------
-------you and me, we are worlds apart------
----------i don't have much choice------------
------------i would be there, BUT-------------
----------you would be nowhere near--------
---------we are blown different ways, like-------
-            ---------fallen leaves of autumn---------          

(...thoughts of us in autumn are getting into me.....)


           Sally
           Copyright 2013
          Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
              
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I guess in my heart that you are the one.
Because you perfect and always there when I'm alone.
Even though we never talk
You always there smiling.

You are the one  because I think you are.
You're my lyrics in my songs.
You're my sky to my birds.
You are the one.

Just a little heart,
"You are the one."

(m.i)
i haven't fallen in love with someone in such a long time
i'm pretty sure if the abercrombie and fitch of cowtown usa confessed his life long love for me right now
i'd tell him to *******.

my sister is gushing her way through a romantic comedy romance
with some hot criminal justice major
and i'm happy to proffer advice
and cluck sympathetically
and oo and aww at the right moment
but my lack of drive to have something similar for myself
is slightly disconcerting

i worry that if i ever do have someone that means something to me
i'll have to explain to to them about my family
why i don't talk to my mom
why my little brothers and sisters can't see my dad
why my body is covered in scars
why i'm such a ****** up clown girl
and to be honest
i feel as if i don't have the ******* energy
to lay everything bear
to a potentially back-stabbing ******* human being

i've learned that everyone has that potential
my own mother tore me to pieces in front of a court of law
if the woman who gave birth to you
and claimed to love you for 18 years
can turn into a monster
so quickly
so can anyone else
and that is why i don't love people
like i say i do
because somewhere i know that they'll **** me over
they're human,
it's what they do

little clown girl,
sit on your dusty shelf
until it's empty
and you have it to yourself
i don't need any other accent
i just need space
and a knife
And I dream but I don't sleep,
because sleep implies rest.
So all of the restless dreamers,
we wander the streets
in a heaven and hell of our own creation;
the demons of our imagination.
And we sing of love.
And we sing of hate.
And we whisper of rebellion-
and we seal our fates.
We own the night,
but they own the days;
the ones who enslave us-
but we break off our chains.
Because we dream without sleep,
and we wander without rest.
The restless dreamers
who own the streets and the demons-
because we have faced them.
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