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Leila Valencia May 2016
Clover hands grasp
Temptation a las
Come, my oasis paradise
The blooming golden age
The calamity of beauty
Can you Dream of brisk lavender petals?

My hands covered in sequins
My mouth gorges chocolate towers

Once, the moon set
Once, a bottle collided with the wind
Once, my rope lifted
Once, I ran

Surrounded,
Yet free
My society in shambles
I'm tasting the bittersweet reality

I feel a poignant lover behind me
Blissful hatred - starry night filled with threats
Crowded in an empty space
Shut ourselves in
Distance perceived
My oasis of loneliness perceived
Feeling lonely, yet you live in abundance, love, light, and happiness, you still do you not feel satisfied.
Leila Valencia May 2016
The dungeon
The tortuous feelings-craftily hinged to the lock
My tumoltuous feelings
Breeding
A delusional reality, painstaking presents

Watching the figure dance with another
Dancing
Squishing
Swishing
Motions run by deviously
Your body pangs in utter despair
As your delusional reality never began with a simple

Hello
Waking up to finding out to what you lost
This world is a swam with
a broken neck,
rotting on the canal side.
While the junk of human
life floats in the deep-dirt
water; The cans,
wrappers and sunken
shopping trolleys.
Rancid under a sun
sweating light.
With all the eyes
that dare not look
on the physical,
nor the metaphysical;
for fear of clarity.
Leila Valencia May 2016
When you gaze
Gaze longer,

Peels of splotchy skin aimlessly fall
Until bones crush through your naked eyes
Not at all, what you'd believe

You dream in their gilded appearance
Clearance to enter
Not cleared to touch my core

Crash!
Falling from god's sand - like grasp
Booming down to hold me below sea level
Trouble concentrating on bliss, I missed your appearance

I shriveled in pain to discover your shadow spirit
Learning someone for what they truly are.
nina Apr 2016
The first person you think of in the morning
& the last person you think of before bed
Is either the reason you're happy
Or the reason you're unhappy

You are both
Julia Mae Apr 2016
I don't like feeling "better"
I don't know what to do
Or who to feel who I am
Or feel about anything
Or anyone
I think I
Miss my sadness
this is a few months old now. I hate everything right now. And feeling good never feels right. Feeling happy feels wrong. I won't rail on "mental illness", I just want to ******* be okay and accept it.
Ana S Apr 2016
My body freezes.
My airways weezes.
I am pushed away from a deep sleep.
On so deep that my insides weep.
Upon waking up its hard to move.
Nothing I can really do.
So I lay here and stare.
Unable to move even if I dared.
Stuck here for minutes at a time.
Staring up at the roof hiding the sky.
Unable to let tears leave my eyes.
Here I stay unable to cry.
In a deep deep comma like state.
Here I lay here like a fish on a plate.
When your frozen.
always anxious Apr 2016
I love you.. but I'm no longer in love with you
I think you're beautiful... but I'm no longer attracted to you
I want you to be happy.. **and that's why I'm no longer honest with you...
oh my stars Apr 2016
Her sons never tell her they love her.
And her mother has never been proud.
She married a stranger from the big city.
And now they live in a small town.

She works day and night
To keep them alive.
But she’s only just breathing herself.
She’s selfless and kind,
Never on her own mind.
Her world revolves around them.

Engaged at eighteen,
To the life she had dreamed,
But ran away when the stability froze.
She always wanted more,
From the life that she saw
Ahead of her since she was small.

But her parents were strict,
Told her she’d never make it
And drove her away from the life that she wanted to live.

She searches for the beauty
Of the dreams she once had.
The ambitions she followed
Until her world crashed down.

She thinks back in time
To the end of the line;
Where she should have crossed instead of turned round.

She knows it too late to go back,
To the time when she was that
Woman she wanted to be.
Now she’s stuck in a big house,
On the outskirts of a small town.
Forever held back by the fears that she once had.

But I tell her don’t worry
Because it will all work out.
She will have the life she wanted
When the time comes around.

And her sons will tell her they love her.
And her mother will always be proud.
She’ll marry the prince of her kingdom
And escape from the small, small town.
this was originally written as a song but i think it might work as a poem too.

i have recently met this amazing woman who works so hard for her sons and her husband but is unappreciated and unhappy. i wrote this to celebrate how amazing she is and how she will one day be able to live the life she always dreamed of.
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