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I tried to forget
And move on
But you stayed in the back of my mind
Fiddling with my heart strings
And exploring my emotions
It's hard to focus
When that little voice always tells you what to do
The choices to choose
You just never go away
What a burden you are
But don't leave me
For you bring me comfort
Yet a painful memory as well
But although you torture me
And play me like a puppet
I still can't imagine life without such a tragedy
Such a mistake you were
But I shall carry you with me wherever I go
For the rest of my days
Forever and ever
What a burden you are
What a tragedy
What a mistake
What have you done to me
You terrible soul.
Above the hills
And beyond the sea
Past the abandoned windmills
That whisper to me.
There lies a secret
Only those who die can keep
Of a nightmare bullet
As scarring as the sea is deep.
The farther you go
The more you search
You will encounter a crow
A watchman on his perch.
Larger than most but smaller than few
With eyes of a sinner
Me, he looks right through
As nightfall rests on his feathers.
As the darkness of night
Transcends to early morning
He begins his dawn flight
All the while sending warning.
As I venture on through the muck and the fog
I proceed with caution
As my eyes rest on a figure beyond the bog
The memory my speech gets lost in.
As I approach the image grows clearer
A house of light
Grows ever nearer
I feel my heart speeding up and my throat become tight.
Sitting in the unforgiving December air
I lost my step- the house has taken it's freeze
Much like me, frost has stolen the life from the trees
The house and me, what a pair!
As my body grows heavy
What's the point in falling for someone who is clearly not ready to catch you?
I mean, I do understand that they hold their arms out for you to fall into
But are you really that gullible to trust them?
Don't get me wrong,
I've fallen for that trick several times
In fact, I'm just recovering from a fall
Well, at least I'm TRYING to recover
It seems to me that every single time I am on the road to recovery,
Someone or something gets in my way and distracts me
And that's the problem
I am so easily distracted
Distracted and gullible
But at times I also feel as though I am blind
I never look ahead and warn myself
I know what is going to happen to myself if I keep on trusting strangers so easily
My heart is going to end up broken
And my eyes will end up sore from all of the late night crying sessions
Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear
I wish that I could vanish
Go somewhere where there is complete silence
So there is nothing to hear
I could cry all I wanted to
And no one would ever know
I could scream in pain as loud as I would like
And there would be nothing anyone could do
Questioning my very own existence
Comparing my myself to others
And look out onto the distance
At times I feel depressed, sad and lonely
For no apparent reason
Like I have some form of hypophrenia
I should learn how to take life slow
And just go with the seasons
Why does it seem like my life is harder than everyone elses?
Why does God put me through this?
It seems kind of selfish
No one else besides me knows this
But when I look in the mirror, I feel disgusted
I can't help but see the one thing I lucked out on
And those simple times th
For Someone New
For Someone New~
Have you ever loved someone who could never be yours?
And no matter what you did he would just look right through you?
Story of my life
It always seems that no matter what I do
Or what I say
I'll never be good enough for him
I see him flirting with other girls
And I see him with his girlfriend
He's a completely different person when he's with them
He seems happy
I don't know if it's just me
But am I the only one that notices that sparkle in his eye?
I try so hard not to cry when I think about him
I literally have to hold back the tears between every class period
I hate knowing that I'll never get to hold your hand
I hate knowing that if I hugged you, you would push me away
And I absolutely despise the fact that you barely even notice me
Especially when I know every move that you make
Is it that hard?
That hard just to talk to me?
It really pains me to see you walk away when I'm speaking to you
I know I am not as pretty
Or as exciting as *her
But I was really hoping tha
Everything I Have Done
Everything I Have Done~
I had a terrible past
Everyday I would wake up
Wondering what the lastest drama on me was
I would always try to hide
You know, fade in the background?
Well that seemed nearly impossible
Every step i took
Someone was there ridiculing me
Only one person knows how ashamed I am of everything I have done
I can trust her with my life
I can trust her with my mistakes
I can trust her with my past
But mostly, I can trust knowing that she will never tell him the things I told her
She knows he made me cry
She knows he made me scream in pain
Because she witnessed all of that
She knows everything
I loved him so much
I would have done absolutely anything just to get him to notice me
But the problem was
I did exactley that
Anything and everything
If I had know before what kind of damage he would have caused me
I would not have even bothered to look twice at him
But that's where I'm lying
Of course I would have wasted my time on him
And of course I still would have l
The life you lead is unspoken
Write the words for the pages unwritten
You are the only one that can control what your future holds
Make the one who broke your heart beg to have you to come back
Don't hold a grudge
But let them know that their chances are fat
If your life was taken in snapshots
What would it look like?
Would you be proud of your past?
Or would you wish that you had taken your life to a whole new height?
Were you fearless?
Did you love even though you knew he would never be yours,
Or did you let the other monster have him,
While you got whatever was left
Make your presence memorable
And let your personality shine out luminously
Don't let others tell you what to do
And keep your promises as if you were sworn to secrecy
Raise your head high and keep it there proudly
Don't look down on others
Because when they are alone
They just might cry about it quietly
Who cares about your weight?
If someone judges you on that
Then they aren't worth your time anyway
So Did You
So Did You~
· "I'm sorry."
· That phrase has been abused and tossed around way too many times
· Not everybody realizes how valuable its meaning is
· Although it's only two words
· The story behind it is much greater than its size
· Some people just spit it out like its nothing
· But if you use it wrong
· It could take the victim months of healing
· I know you had no intention of hurting me
· You barely noticed we were drifting further apart
· And that left me drowning in the sea
· At times I forgot how to swim
· And it felt like the world stopped turning
· I have to learn how to get along without you
· And I have to find a way to stop hurting
· Every time I see you
· It brings back a flood of emotions
· I don't know whether to laugh or cry
· Or to go lie down and let time pass me by
· I can't count how many times I have wanted to run away and hide
· It's hard to find someone who wil
Middle Of Nowhere
Middle Of Nowhere~
· "Take my hand and close your eyes."
· I asked him where we were going
· But he said it was a surprise
· I could smell the salt of the ocean in the distance
· And ran my hand against a cherry wood tree
· I could feel the cool wind of the night
· And hear the gentle waves of the sea
· I tried to picture where we could be
· But nothing seemed familiar
· I had no idea where we were
· He held my hand to guide me safely
· Whispering in my ears
· Giving me directions and saying he loved me
· I felt myself blush
· And I giggled way too loudly
· Normally, that laugh would have been to quiet,
· But, wherever we were,
· The slightest whisper broke the silence
· He held me by the waist
· And brushed back my hair
· Kissed me gently
· And positioned me on a chair
· "Don't peek." He commanded me
· As impatient as I was
· I managed not to see
· I felt s
ExposureThere are so many reasons to pick a four leafed clover.
There are so many reasons to cry and die and fight over.
There are so many reasons to let my pulse have a different composer.
There are so many reasons to smile and laugh and stay sober.
There are so many reasons why I can't love her.
The Empty ChairThe evening breeze and the extra cup,
A lonely shadow upon the ceiling
And all things “destined” on the up:
Absent from a funeral of feeling.
The cloak of a Sunday in the sun;
Each passing taxi reeks of a plan:
In lieu of nothing, the day is won
Affords to think a better man.
Killing moments, playing tag with the mind:
The first paramour of pagan day;
A second honeymoon of lost fears can find
A love for that familiar blue Bombay.
The erratic world can be rather still:
A man and his betrothed corner of air
A deadbeat verse on a diner bill
Wooing the crevices of the empty chair.
Soon to topple downwards
Into a mess never to be cleansed
By its unknowing argumentative owners
Who didn't even notice the fall of their creation
And who most likely wouldn't care if they did notice
For the focus has always been on the endless argument
Never on the silent growing of a disastrous and deadly storm
Who finally snapped and unleashed hell upon the people below
But not an outwards hell like the one formed from the argument
An inner hell like that of a personal fire that was never ceased of coal
And now the aftermath, a broken tower and an outward hell forever evolving
And at rubble dear but glance do deser
SleepIf I could sleep believe me I would, but it's not
as easy as it looks.
The constant fear of running the wrong way,
bad dream, bad story to say.
Don't fall too deep, because the darkness can keep -
keep the warmest part of your soul and
rip it to pieces then let it go.
Broken you will wander the world like I am,
imagination will be all you have.
The voices won't tell you the right way, you will hide,
but will be unable to run away.
Hear me, go to sleep, don't think too deep.
It will catch you and make you belong.
Close your eyes but not for too long.
Stay awake just enough to fulfill what you need,
hallways full of paths are nearby, doors with broken
keys. But once you find yourself, you will find the
shiny one you really need.
© Martina H.
La amistad y el amor no se compranMuchos padres que están acostumbrados, a vivir de lujos y quieren lo mismo para sus hijos, quieren que se relacionen con personas que tengan su mismo nivel económico, por que dice que ellos le pueden dar de todo, pero hay algo que no se compra y es el cariño.
El dinero solo compra cosas materiales, pero que es mejor ¿tener mucho dinero y estar solo, o tener lo necesario y estar acompañado?
No les pueden decir los padres a los hijos que su bien estar debe enfocarse solo en lujos.
Muchos que tiene dinero resultan ser muy groseros, y se burlan de la gente pobre o media, pero no se dan cuenta de que ellos también tiene sentimientos, pueden no tener lo mejor para vivir pero tiene lo necesario, y viene siendo mas honrados porque pueden no vivir con reyes pero ellos tiene mas que cariño tiene apoyo.
En la amistad uno no debe de comprarla con regalos, debe ganársela con respeto y amabilidad, si tiene amigos solo por que les dan cosas, que
me siento sola, abatida sin ganas de ver a nadie y me pongo a pensar....
¿Porque es asi?
Aveces pienso... que en en realidad no hay nadie que me comprenda realmente y tan vez es asi...
Aveces siento que nadie me escucha que soy invisible y eso aveces puede ser bueno pero la soledad aveces puede ser mejor que la compañia... asi no tenidria a nadie que me criticara los conosca o no, es mas doloroso no escucharlo...
No lo se, no se por que siento que todavia no he encontrado a esa persona que me comprenda que me entienda que pueda entenderme con solo mirarme, aveces las personas me preguntan que tengo sin saber ni siquiera mi exprecion, tal vez por que me ven callada o seria y en realidad no me entienden y por eso digo que no hay con quien pueda tener una coneccion, alguien que en verdad me entienda, que con tan solo mirarme a los ojos me diga lo que siento que sea esa persona que me entienda de verdad, es por eso que aveces me siento como un fantasma, ese es uno d
UntitledNo. I can't believe this. Why am I happy? I have good grades and friends and things I don't deserve. I'm suspicious. Life never lets me be happy like this! I don't know what'll happen, but I know this won't last.
What About LoveThere's something about love.
Some sick, masochistic need that everyone possesses.
That they would do anything to have it in their lives,
despite the fact that it has the capability
to tear you apart from the inside, out.
To love is to destroy.
Any baby you can tear me apart all you'd like,
because maybe it will break me,
but there's this feint possibility
that maybe it will save me first.
· He saw me cry on the last day
· I bet he thought it was because everyone was going away
· But secretly inside myself I was yelling,
· "Don't do this to me!"
· "Don't leave."
· Every time I see him
· It's like the gigantic hole in my chest disappears
· But the second he turns around
· I wish he was now near
· The hole somehow finds its way back
· Through all of the tears
· There's a lump in my throat
· That I just can't seem to swallow
· I try to scream
· But my voice just sounds hollow
· It feels like there is acid
· All throughout my body
· Every payer I prayed was for you
· Every start I wished upon was about you
· And every tear I shed was because of you
· You were never forgotten
· Oh honey, you were never ONCE forgotten
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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