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Creatio ex NihiloWhat has become of this hand,
Who's art used to be so beautiful?
And what to this mind,
Who used to be kinder to this hand?
Creatio ex nihilo,
A now lost talent.
A hideous mess upon the page,
scribbles unworthy of such fine parchment.
My art is nothing,
Nothing without a reference.
TesterWe're so apart, isolated,
An infinite distance separates our longing hearts.
Imaginary fingers interlocking, memories of,
Words and voices, when in absence and dreaming.
Two separate hearts calling out,
Into the cool summer night air.
Thoughts traverse through unknown realms,
Searching for each other, delivering a feeling.
Times gone by, memories entwining within,
Not known to each other is this subtle connection.
Delicate as a feathered wing,
Yet strong as spider web, titanium combined.
Metaphoric magnets, pulled together by,
Magnificent forces, beauty and power amalgamated.
Cramp panged hearts, pounding with passion,
Distance is a true tester.
I'll Be WaitingWhy couldn't I feel this passion,
That's tears at my heart now,
In our last kiss that must last,
For what will feel an age.
Your voice calls through my mind,
Your scent hangs on my inhalation,
Your gentle caress glides over my skin,
As I dream of your love this night.
Close to my wandering thoughts,
It shan't be many more moments.
It does not deserveThe human race,
A vicious beast,
It sees everything as a product,
A THING to be sold,
No poor creature is free,
Free from the evil of mankind,
From of a slaughter house,
Free to live.
Man sees them through its eyes,
As a machine,
As their possession,
As money without feeling.
Man is selfish,
Thinking only of himself,
Not seeing creatures as creatures,
But as a piece of cash.
It does not deserve,
No right to live,
No right to eat,
No right to feel.
It talks about feeling,
But should be ashamed,
For there is none in the business.
It brings them into the world,
Drags them into unnatural surroundings,
Treats them like they're dead,
And takes them out of it for profit.
If mankind used its 'advanced' brain,
It might understand,
Stop the murder,
End the evil.
Why these tears that make emotion visible?
That burn my cheeks,
That swell and redden my eyes.
I wish they would soak away,
Into my skin,
Emotions hide away,
Crushed deep within.
Until I can be alone,
TourettesGrey and dull,
Dull and grey,
A new depression,
I learned of today.
I knew I wasn't normal,
Something wasn't right,
And now the truth,
Is clearly in sight.
Making strange sounds,
Twitching my head,
Cruel jokes made,
Whispered not said.
You may not notice,
At first may not see,
All them odd habits,
Some people laugh,
Some people stare,
For my feelings,
Most do not care.
PluviaFlying through the air,
Rolling through the skies,
Dripping for freedom,
From angels eyes.
Saturating the Earth,
To all her children,
Mother nature gives birth.
Rolling from God,
No where to go,
Running off wings,
Of satin balck crows.
In many a pot hole,
A lake is created,
In strong winds,
Becoming sharp and serrated.
After the storm,
I sit on the ground,
For now to this spot,
I shall stay bound.
Pluvia PersonificationDripping from the skies as if,
A thousand tears of a thousand angles.
Flying through the air,
As nimble as birds.
Creating lakes and pools,
Of misery and sadness.
Saturating the ground,
As if to overflow the Earth.
Dripping and rolling off,
Both man made and natural surfaces.
Rolling from grey clouds,
As if on the run from God.
Dull and lonley,
Travelling in thousands, but alone.
Towing a sheet of depression,
Acheing hatred over the land.
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
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.
HopeYou are my love, my light,
that shines bright upon me,
gives me hope at night
that tomorrow will be,
My love, I await for that day
where you'll reach out
& finnaly come out and say
it. And I don't doubt
that you're gay xD
Please tell me your weakness,
please say it out loud.
Please let me whitness
the power when you shout
Please, you're not alone.
I may be small, I may be weak,
but no matter, you've always known
that I'm not afraid to seek
to find the unknown
Now, look at me cause I demand!
We will walk this road and feel some pain
cause for no longer we will stand,
but experience we will gain,
hand in hand
I don't want any doubt or guess,
I want you close, to hold me,
look me in the eye and say "Yes"
and finally, we will be
away from this mess
Scoliosis of an AdolescentIt hurts so much
To get up in the morning
Clutching your back is a normal R O U T I N E.
When your friends all complain of their pain
And you put on a smile when you're actually
Please Let Me Break.If you let me fall,
I will break.
I will not catch myself.
I want to fall.
Let me fall.
I don’t want to live in this world.
But I will.
For the people I will never know.
For the people who need me.
For the people who love me.
I promise I will never fall.
Failing LoveYou don't even know it,
You're breaking my heart,
You said you'd never do this,
Straight from the start.
Standing me up,
Right on the spot,
You're beginning to do this,
for my feelings you think not.
I can see you don't love me,
From this act of unthinking,
My heart and soul,
In sadness are sinking.
I always thought,
We were perfect for each other,
But my mind was hidden,
Wrapped in blind cover.
Of what to do now,
I am completely unsure,
Maybe out of love,
I will try and endure.
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