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Category: Personal
Publish date:11/29/07 @631Editor:
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Hasta la muerteI stand on the precipice of reality. Below me is a dream. Depthless and boundless, And what lies within, Is you and me. There is a fury in my heart, A spiraling ; a moving. Electric in nature Yet blissfully soothing. Without rhyme or reason, As love and the sweet notions of Always should be. This is my declaration.. I will love you until the sky falls. Until the stars rain down from the heavens. And the earth shatters and breaks beneath our feet. Until every particle of what we began as Is nothing but dust in the universe., Churning and flying on the wings Of the solar wind. Even then, the imprint of the energy Of my passion and love..will remain. Loving always and endlessly, My dearest. Even if i shouldn't Even when I say I don't You woke me from my slumber And your words brought me Back to life.. |
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Category: Personal
Publish date:11/29/07 @567Editor:
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DualityThe restless woman, Savage in her selfishness. Bound by flesh and blood. Torn apart by needless wantings, And wanting needless things. Twenty-two years Same as sixteen. Same as ten. Perpetual insecurity. Perpetual immaturity. She turns on me. A moments notice, Is one moment too soon. Just to get her way, She turns on me. Does what she wants, Inconsequentially. Whatever,I guess it is all my fault. Go do your thing, Doesn't matter to me. Plays with her silly boys. Blood is not thicker than water. My best friend , my sister.. Lost to me for good. Her narcissism is poison. She makes me sick. She tears me down. Misery loves company. But she can stay alone. I don't need her for anything. She turns on me. A moments notice, Is one moment too soon. Just to get her way, She turns on me. Does what she wants, Inconsequentially. Whatever,I guess it is all my fault. Go do your thing, Doesn't matter to me. She turns on me. She turns on me. She turns on me. |
Category: Personal
Publish date:11/22/07 @671Editor:
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Unspoken WordsThere are so many words left unspoken, or spoken with haste. words without meaning, or the meaning you wish to attach to them and when i dream.. i dream of falling stars. stars falling and crossing.. like the love you could never have and like the kiss you could never steal raining down like the tears from your eyes like the pieces of your heart pouring down exquisite pain lets wish on those tears like they are shooting stars and made of magic lets make a change. for once ,please.. speak the words unspoken and make things matter |
Category: Personal
Publish date:07/20/07 @061Editor:
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This TendernessImmersed in tenderness , I fall away Into another place another space Undefined and standing still in time There are no boundaries for our love All I have to do is imagine , and I can see it , Even with my eyes closed. I cannot help but to listen to my heart I can't help but be drawn inexorably forth You speak to me and throughout me Inside I tremble , sweetly reeling from the sweetness We will take care of each other.. If you give it to me , I'll give it you Just like I imagined , all of my life What it could be like How it should be like How we are like .. |
Category: Personal
Publish date:07/09/07 @461Editor:
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The Affective Coma:In SituUpon self examination sometimes you find a rift. Some kind of rip , like a tear, An inner crack that only you can see And no one else knows is there. You know how your were once and also what you have become. You think its fading.Maybe its dying. There may still be time left But you don't know if it's worth The trouble or trying. This can be your passion or it can be your faith. Maybe it's your faith in people or maybe its your faith in love. Maybe it's your faith in being loved and being able to love back. Is this just a part of maturity ? Or is it being jaded? This is what you wanted all along though And somehow you created it. It could be a part of your cycle. Where it is always calmest before the storm. The waxing and waning of your emotional state. But it's so comforting though And it feels like clarity and self control. Expect nothing from anyone, It's just a waste of time. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst. Detach yourself and you'll be fine. That's not how it used to be. So affected , at one point in time,by everything. Always hurting and always disappointed , But so much more willing to concede. So full of innocence and naivete. Do you accept or try to fix this? Do you rejoice or do you cry ? Do you care about being careless? Can you be cold but still alive? Keep your heart of hearts secret. Great expectations are hopeless creations. Ignore the ideal for it is not real. Forget about luck;stop giving a fuck. Perhaps this is just reality sinking in and festering with dissatisfaction,then souring with disregard. This is when her roses wilted and then they tarnished. But she took a picture and the essence was captured And hidden away behind a wall of thorns. |
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