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Yara Jul 2014
Its frightening how
being alone and being lonely
are not the same.

A wise Greek spoke of a cave
and a fire in the back of our minds
with lips pressed to our palms
casting shadows of false reality
and puppeteers with hidden strings
and chains that sit
comfortably on scathing skin.

We were born in the cave.

I've come to realize
I am not the same person
at three o'five AM
and half past eight.
Reference to *Allegory of the Cave* by Plato
Yara Jul 2014
You try to paint walls to hide cracks and cover holes to fill them up.

You hang up pretty pictures to try to take attention from the stains

And scatter pots and pans to stop the rain

But the room will always be the same

Its still the same place as it was yesterday.
You are an empty room.
Yara Jul 2014
Dark drapes fall on both sides

Heavy with the drought of sleepless nights

When the moon shone but did not shine

Through the windows that are stained to this day

I'd try rubbing the grit away

But the grains of sand have found their home

As have the lead in my heavy heart.
The windows are eyes
The drapes are the lids.
Figure out the rest.
Yara Jul 2014
Shells burst exposing the soul within

What once was bud holds the key

Buzz all you might

Such delicate skin shan't fall for your poison

Only one bee can access the honey in my deepest being.
Yara Jul 2014
As the curtains close

Tears you could not hold back begin to flow

No use of setting light to a room

When the darkness comes from inside of you

Look at that rose

Look as the petals slowly fade

Will you stay hidden from yourself?

Is there nothing else to take?

Dedicate your heart and soul to those who would do the same

The only beauty you live without is because of the beast you've locked within.
So sort of Beauty and the Best inspired?
Yara Jul 2014
Daylight rolls around a comforter and the sun touches the tops of trees,

Specifically the one I'm sitting on, trying to think of words to say when i meet you for the first time.

I'll tell you to close your eyes. I'll say "just let me paint you a picture".

I'll gaze up at the beauty blue, and even though i can't sing at all, I'll sing you a song to help you remember.

"You are my south, and i am the bird that'll migrate to your arms.

You are the child, and i am your big red balloon, so please don't lose me.

And i promise, with all my heart and my last breath, that i will do whatever to keep that smile on your lips,

I am just a body, and you are my heart, please keep beating.

Please keep me alive."
Yara Jul 2014
The wind blows whisps of hair into my eyes.

The clouds will cry and i dance.

Under his scorching rays i'll lay.

And she is the reason why my greatest dream is to sprout wings and fly.

The stars tie stories.

Bless the mother sky.
**He is the Sun
**And She is the Moon
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