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My Heart To YoursTattered and torn,
through any storm.
My heart will beat,
and still yearn for heat.
The song that I sing is just for you.
So may I hear a song from you too?
I'm planting not just a seed but a garden here in my soul.
So here you can come and go without worry of a toll.
PromiseDo you think I’m joking? Do you think it funny? I betrayed someone dear, because I was weak she was hurt. I hut someone who called me sister all because I thought she had betrayed me first. It’s a regret that I couldn’t let go even though I was given a second chance.
You laugh at me today thinking that I must be dramatizing but I can assure you I am not. That was my childhood that I’m talking about. All but five people picked on me and called me names. Can you imagine that only five people talked to me without any kind of sarcasm in their voices. One of them even took it on her to protect me. She was like an older sister to me and out of all those years of friendship how do I repay her?
I repay her by ignoring her, by laughing rudely at her whenever she spoke. My best friend I left out in the rain and the only reason I could tell you why at that time was that she was leaving me behind in that hell hole of a school and you think its ok to laugh about that? I tell
Magic : Prelude2Once long ago, in a country where magic was the one and only power, there existed a town far out from the main cities. This town was full of hard workers and people who could only dream about being something more. It was true that in this town there did live magic, but is was known as wild magic. Wild magic was something that could not be tamed without years of practice and it was rare because this magic was the kind that you could only be born with. Sadly since few ever had the means to go somewhere to let that power grow it was hard for them to leave.
One day the town received a visit from a wizard who called himself The Great Collins. This man came to the town and won over most of them with his tricks and sweet words. No one would see the wolf in sheep's clothing of know what was to come.I was powerless to stop the events and to stop from having my little brother be a part of it. All I could do was watch as fate took over. My name is Haya and this is where the story begins, the last
Last Night's DreamLast night I had a dream, but I can't remember how it started.
I only knew that at that moment I was dead. Some feeling in the dream lead my to believe I was poisoned. My body was gone, put underground or burned I don't know.
I could see and feel everything like when I was a live, much like a phantom limb case, but the only thing different was that no one else could see or hear me.
I was no longer able to interact with anyone. The house I was in looked like the collaboration of all the places i lived. It looked like a pretty home.
I suddenly thought of something that made me incredible scared. What if right now I was waiting to be taken to heaven or pulled down to hell. This scared me only because I was not sure where I belonged.
I walked into the kitchen and as I did so I looked to the ceiling filled with worry as I asked out loud "God, what will happen to me?"
At that moment, standing by the counter looking down, the whole house lit up as if there was no ceiling and the sun shined do
Magic: Issac's RegretThere are many things I have come to regret.
Many of which I have come to terms with, but the thing that breaks me every time is how my failure caused my sister to be cursed.
Its because I wasn't strong enough. Not to fight off that monster, not to remember who I was and because of that my dear Haya was left alone.
I come to her every now and again, but never approach her. I release game her way so that she may hunt in her invisible cage.
If nothing else I will find away to break that cage.
When I have the courage I would like to talk to her and ask for her forgiveness.
For now I am too ashamed.
Magic: Haya's AngerHow did I let this happen?
How dare he take everything from me and leave me here bond to stone!
If its the last thing I can do, I will break free and seek his life.
That much I have to do so I can pay him back for all of this, for me and my brother.
It was his fault that my brother's life was stolen!
I will take no mercy the way that water serpent took none on us.
I will make him pay, tenfold if I can!
Can Words Help Heal?How can you say the words?
What is the right thing to say,
To someone who has lost another?
When something like this happens,
It's never easy.
I may not know what it is your feeling,
But I have felt this kind of pain.
The wound that is left cuts deep.
Right now that wound is bleeding
And has yet to stop.
I don't know if these words will stop it,
But you must know.
They say time will heal it.
But I know that's not true.
That kind of wound doesn't heal,
To lose someone you love,
Is a wound too deep for time.
The pain always brings the tears that burn you,
From the inside.
The truth is nothing can heal that wound.
You will continue to have it carved into you.
The question is will it become a scar?
Or an infected sore?
Yes, its true there is nothing to stop the pain.
There is nothing to stop it from coming back once it fades.
There is only who.
Who will you tell?
Who will you remember with?
Who can you cry with?
Those questions are the most important ones,
To making that wound
To the One I LoveThe days are cold and longer they seem.
Here I wait for an unwanted dream.
Time keeps slipping unyielding to me.
So are these thoughts inspired by thee.
No anger is left, no lonesome sigh.
Not since you've been the apple of my eye.
I'm sure summer will come for those who need the sun.
As far as I go the number I need is one.
I'll wait for you through rain or snow.
And take on anyone you believe your foe.
I am all yours and I know your mine.
With us together I know I will be fine.
Showing LoveAlone again,
Why is that?
I have made many friends,
Yet I don't see them as much as I wish.
I know I can't see them everyday.
I know I can't expect them every weekend,
But to not see them for months is too long.
I know I can't wait for them.
Sometimes its me that has to ask for time,
But to hardly be asked my self hurts.
My friends are the only things I have sometimes.
My family is my life,
But friends are my treasure.
Don't they know that?
The love of my family will always be my guiding light.
My friend's love, though, is the warmth of the sun to my soul.
I miss them so much.
Everyone has gotten busy.
In my family I feel alone.
I love my family,
But the love I have for my friends is the one I need to show.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Wander to nowhereA ghostly walk on the autumnal pavement
Even my own shadow is gleaming more
Than the empty shell of my body.
As I keep wandering, on this endless pit
Picky starving crows are looking down on me
The leftovers of my thoughts order me to die out.
This path of glory I've kept away from, it might be gone.
My dignity and pride, where have you fled?
I'm searching for the graveyard of redemption
Where my promises are all buried
Shot down by my deceit's gun.
Will you ever forgive me?
As I'm standing there, the icy silence blows ;
As time goes by, the ruthless mutism of yours
Reckons that time for forgiveness hasn't come yet.
Change the World
Let the waters pour over the past.
Let the fires burn our passions for the future.
Let us be true to ourselves today, for good.
It is our hearts that guide us into our dreams.
It's the light of others love that lifts us from our troubles.
So to deny either one will send you down a darken path.
Those who know who you are, look for your inspiration.
Those, whom have yet to see themselves, look in the eyes of your friends.
For in those eyes lies your true self.
For those lost souls whom think there are no friends to be found,
You are mistaken.
They are the ones who care that hold a friendly kind of heart.
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