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Andrea Molina Nov 2014
For weeks, i wonder, i search, i run away, i run
From what? Nobody knows, from who? Nobody but one
For weeks, i have lived with puns for fun
From searching for you, i said "I'm done"

For months, your smile, yours eyes are stapled in me,
The bothersome pain was replaced with your lovely sea.
For months, i swim in thoughts of you, you who had the key,
But what i did not notice is i'm drowning from foot to knee.

I never knew why you had and have me so strong
You occupy my words in every poetry and song
I am your bait, you have hooked every part of me for so long
And i no longer know whether you're fiction, you're real or just wrong.

Please do me a favor, run far away from my mind
My need for you is malignant, you are a strong kind.
My vision is always blurry, without you my vision is blind
Before, i need not search for you, now you are impossible to find.

Your mystery left me shattered from every bone to every cell
Why do i scream your name, why do i constantly yell?
What is it about you, what was your chosen spell?
You make me all ill and well, you make my chest go swell.

For so long a time, my mind should have left you encased underground
I would have forgotten you, you never made a sound
For so long a time, i should've ran forward 'cause you were no longer around
Whether you're a reality or a fiction, you do not want to be found.
Andrea Molina Nov 2014
One day,
Where could you be?
Anyone else, i still could not see.
One day,
You did not show up,
All i can think of is the emptiness of each cup.

Three days,
Any traces and bits of you, there is still no sign
My longing for you is potent, my longing is no longer benign.
Three days,
I see each friend of yours coming in and out,
I yearn for you to follow their consistent route

Seven days,
I try and try to really comprehend
Why i feel something you do not even send
Seven days,
I begin to notice them, the people we both know
I am starting something, i am starting to sow.

Ten days,
In my mind, things become clear
That it has come to life, my revenant fear.
Ten days,
I am in pursuit of my belongings you took with you
But do i really want them back? Or for you to get a clue.

Eleven days,
Where have you gone?
Was i just imagining you? Are you just a faun?
Eleven days,
Will you ever come back?
'Cause though they do not see, i see the walls start to crack

Weeks and weeks,
I tell myself hope is just a fancy lie
The last rhyme is frustrating, the last rhyme makes me cry.
Weeks and weeks,
Hope is a twisted but beautiful trick,
It shows you the light, it makes you feel sick.
Andrea Molina Nov 2014
Following a certain norm?
Might as well live eternally in a dorm.
If someone dictates your form,
Then there will be a never-ending storm

As irrational as it may seem,
Reality should be in line with my dream
Why should everybody swim following the stream?
And in one's lifetime, sewing the same seam?

Conform, conform, conform, that's what they suggest
Just merely hearing it brings horrible scars forming deep in my chest
Conform conform conform, wear it like your everyday vest
And you can be positive that you will be abundantly blessed

See, if everyone perfectly follows through,
Then they say you will be your most you
We can all be a part of the bigger contraption as a *****
And live the rest of our days like the animals in the zoo

Frustration is my biggest emotion
Because opposition is my only option
If I am alone in this perilous motion
Then in this mission i must offer my biggest devotion

Almost everybody desires change
But mostly their comfortable lives, they would not exchange
Nobody can really do anything in the same driving range
And almost a few are bold enough to act strange

Who am I to start, I don't know any better
But all i see in this world is an enormous continent of fetter
Each and everyone stand together
In different walks of life, writing the same letter

At times, my hopelessness gets the best of me
Most times I crave to be swayed by the sea
In the world that requires everything to come with a fee
All the time, I long so badly to break free

Being capable of nothing drives me completely ill
I do everything in my power for my mind to be chill
Personally I don't always go for something so swill
But whatever I can bring requires a universal skill

Reality is in fact, a tragic scene
Since everybody bows down to the queen
Stuck inside a perfectly molded screen
But who am I to talk, I am just a choice-less teen
Andrea Molina Nov 2014
The first time i saw you, your stare lingered beneath
My mind went blank, it's as if i was recovered from the river Lethe
Eros and Ananke took the longest time on fashioning you
Apollo would befriend you because in my mind, you are the greatest view

To gain your love, i am willing to carry the world like Atlas
If you ask me, i will suffer the pits of Tatarus and come back to be your lass
I wouldn't mind staying with you in the island of Calypso
To be with you, i would face Charybdis and jump inside her tornado

Everytime you smile, it's as if the gates of Olympus open just for me
Your face will launch a thousand ships and i won't mind bringing my army
If i have no chance, my grief would reach the river Cocytus
And my heart would wander in the labyrinth of Daedalus

In the most confusing maze, you are my Ariadne string
You are the melody of the three muses when they sing
To get to your love how i wish i could be the goddess, Aphrodite
And maybe you can be Odysseus and i will be Penelope

With my kind of desire for you, Artemis and her hunters would never approve
If i am not for you, i would persuade Aphrodite and deny Cupid's reprove
Like Zeus and his lightning bolt, i can never leave your side
Poseidon's angry seas would compare to my feelings which will take long to subside

For your honor, i will fight like Hector of Troy
But like the giant, Typhon, someone will always destroy
Like Paris and Helen, we were doomed from the start
You are Cassandra and I, Apollo so you will never give me your heart

I am not Aphrodite, not Hestia, Helen and Hera
You can compare me to Circe, The Fates or even Medusa
Not as important as Hercules, Odysseus and Achilles
I might as well have a tea party with Achlys

No ship will be launched for my sake
In the garden of Hesperides, i am ignored even by a snake
In Olympus, you feast with the twelve goddesses and gods
Together with Hephaestus who was shunned, i share his odds.

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