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 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Latiaaa
The problem
with this poem
is that
it needs
light
to be read.

light:
daylight
candle-light
electric light.
sun light.

One can dance
in the dark
one can sing
in the dark
one makes
love
in the dark
but this poem
cannot be read
in darkness
that is perhaps
its greatest
weakness.
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Yael
I want to tear my flesh off
And break my rib cage open
And pull my heart out
To stop this awful pain

I want to fall off the edge of a cliff
Arms stretched out wide
And hit the ground silently
And never ever be found

I want to drown in deep blue waves
Have them pull me down deeper
Because their suffocation
Wouldn't hurt me like you do

I want you to understand what you do to me
And see how much it hurts
I want you to vow to never do so again
And help me fix my wounded soul
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
Lexie
If you truly love me
Like you truly say you do
Then stop all the heartbreak
And just be you

If you truly care
Cuz I know you're there
Then stop ignoring my messages
And just disappear like air

I cant breathe the foul
odor of lies
I cant stand the stench
of your denies
To clear his head
he strips dark and light,
smudging charcoal
across the white.

He renders me
with edges lines,
scratching bones
until they shine.

To unblur the mess
inside his head,
etching softly
while words unsaid.
I wonder why Cupid aims his love arrows
at quiet lads and innocent lasses
then unrequited love would bring sorrows
of broken hearts and bleeding bruises


I wonder why lovers give scarlet roses
then leave them out in the sun to die
in this game of love somebody loses
then gambles again, for another try


I wonder why my heart beats, still
when it was shattered to million pieces
I feel the adrenalin- a screaming thrill
then I cry when it all ceases


I wonder why people tend to fall
to a false promise or a white lie
will i answer when i receive the call?
would I?


I wonder why..
 May 2014 Theia Gwen
KNOWER
My heart,
My hollowed heart
Is battered and bruised
Worn out and used
All has been drained,
It bleeds no longer
Its thumping has waned,
It beats no longer

My hands,
My caloused hands are all that I'll have to show at the end of the day...
Love?!... To what end?!
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