Por Todas Esas LuciernagasEl hombre que jamás alza la vista para observar la lunaPor Todas Esas Luciernagas17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
y tu sonrisa en la esquina de mis mentiras
me mantienen apresada a esta silla desvencijada y podrida.
Me hipnotizan todas esas esperanzas carcomidas.
Siempre las adoré tanto, ¿verdad? ¡Qué oscuras
y lamentables debían de parecerte mis plegarias a escondidas!
Ah, siempre nos esforzamos por tallar el mundo
para que se adaptase a nuestros ideales.
Lija que te lija, lija que te lija.
Y al final, ¿qué obtuvimos?
Astillas y polvo amontonados hasta las rodillas
y llagas y sudor sanguinolento para regar todo el desastre.
No fue una gran satisfacción. Yo nunca lo pensé.
Yo tan sólo anhelaba ser como una de esas hojas arrancadas del cuaderno de un
llenas de palabras despreciadas, y arrastradas libremente a merced del viento,
calle tras calle, tejado tras tejado,
sin tratar de moldear un mundo demasiado fuerte como para verse alterado por
[las manos de un tirano.
Terror and TearsWhite lies build and buildTerror and Tears10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tiny hints filter through
Am I being played for a fool?
Was this reality too good to be true?
Who am I?
Who have I become?
I'd promised not to let it happen again
My greatest fear brings me terror and tears
The string are being pulled
Please let me be wrong
Correct this fear...bring ease to my tears
Don't let this pain set in
Go away betrayal please go away
Don't be true
Please tell me it isn't true
And crush these terror and tears
Do You Remember?Do you remember the days ago when we were only children?Do You Remember?19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our minds were free and curious, we knew not of the dark world.
In those days we thought anything was possible and everything was magical.
Do you remember the Christmases of old when everyone was so happy?
You would wake in the dark hours of the morning, waiting for your parents to say,
"Come downstairs, look in your stockings, open your presents! Christmas is here!"
Do you remember when we would play outside and have adventures so grand?
Broomsticks were swords which could slay monsters, boxes were time machines.
We would dance in the yard in the summer and frolic in the snow in the winter.
Do you remember the days when we were happy and we thought nothing could hurt us?
When the only troubles we had were early bedtimes, no cookies and no TV.
When the world was open to us to do whatever we wanted, and nothing could stop us.
Those days have gone away, we grew older and found out;
The world we live in has more troubles than we eve
The Spiral of ThoughtMaybe the zap of a memory or the wave of reminiscence.The Spiral of Thought11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps the spark of creation or the stab of weakness.
Sometimes you wonder if you can control your own spiral, or if it will disappear before you can, little chance of gaining it back.
Either your mental fortress protects you from invaders or you have to be one.
Defend your rule or fight to have it in the first place.
My faith will standI can no longer find the words to write of the depths to which you have destroyed me.My faith will stand23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I say "completely broken" it means everything broke.
My mind, my body, my heart... my whole world.
I gave you things that I thought nobody deserved.
My love, my trust, my loyalty.
I gave them to you without hesitation, and you betrayed them all.
After you hurt me so deeply, you asked for it back.
My love, my trust, my loyalty.
I was so afraid.
But I worked so hard to find those things within myself again
And give them to you.
I prayed, so hard.
I begged God to help me forgive you, trust you again
and to help me admit that I never stopped loving you.
And even when I forgave you, I still begged God to help me trust you deeper.
Now, all I am is angry.
I am angry with God for answering my prayers.
And I am angry with myself, for being angry with God.
Yet my faith stands even in the darkest hours.
I am trying so hard not to fight this pain with sin.
But actions are so unpredictable, especially when yo
Can you hear her?I would loveCan you hear her?13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
To see within myself.
But I do not listen
The words that flow
From my pen
Are more truthful
Than my mouth
Could ever provide.
And yet I do not listen.
My secrets laid out,
Black leaking into white,
Creating shades of grey
For others to see and dissect.
But I do not listen
To my own soul's outpourings.
How am I ever to know myself
From the outside in?
How am I ever to breach
Those protective walls
My curled soul
When I do not listen
To those whispered words
That travel from my centre,
Across my nerves,
And through my muscles
Into ink and pencil scratchings
That scar the page?
I wish to connect
With the real me.
But I do not listen.
(Can you hear her?)
Good NightLife is like a flower,Good Night13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
so delicate and pretty
we wish it could last forever
but all good things come to an end.
I tried so hard to keep you from going,
but in the end I could not save you.
You withered and started to die.
My beloved I wish to hear you laugh and sing again,
but you are gone forever until I join you.
I wish to hear you say it will be all right,
but it's not all right.
When my time comes I will join you,
for now I must wait in the life i have.
When I get to see you I will be happy and content.
For you are so beautiful my flower.
Now good night.
How I Met My DemonsYou're back in town, those words stopped me in my tracks.How I Met My Demons19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heads still spinning, the days since blend and fade to black.
How do you do this to me without doing anything?
You can't. You can't pull my life apart again.
My cracks just reappeared, I had thought they sunk beneath my skin.
Back then my heart melted, now the layer is razor thin.
Bet you don't even realize, so wrapped up in your own life. Well aren't we all?
"What is it that's so attractive about a bad boy and girl?"
I am strong, until I think of you.
I am strong, but now you're back in view.
We both moved on, so why am I thinking of you.
I can't sleep. You cut deep. I melt for you.
I worry. We almost lost you last year.
And while I can't explain why, deeply please know I care.
Maybe I'll never understand who you are to me.
My biggest mistake? Irrevocable grace?
Down inside your the place I'll never reach.
You're the best kind of disease.
You're the only thing I dare to dream.
Will our business ever be finished for me.
i love youi said iti love you20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't think of it any other way
the way i feel whenever i talk to you
yes i love you
i want you to hold me
i want us to both feel safe for once
i want us to just forget the world
yes i love you
and i know you love me too
The Mirror's FaceIf now's when you choose to lieThe Mirror's Face9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then when will you tell the truth;
Since then's when you lied
Before you choose to.
I'm Not Turing JapaneseI'll admit it!I'm Not Turing Japanese14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
O love anime, manga,
And J-pop (mostly Vocaloids).
I spent my weekends
And Friday nights
Either youtube or my MP3,
The first song I'll listen
Is a J-pop song.
When I go to college,
I want to learn
The Japanese language
And other Asian cultures.
To my friends,
I'm an otaku. . .
But never say that I'm
Like that mildly catchy song.
I'm not turning Japanese!
I'm not turning Japanese!
Please don't compare me to the
Those people who want to be Japanese!
Though I may not look like it,
I'm proud of being Mexican
Through my mum's side
(A side I didn't embrace)
And being a mixing pot Canadian
Through my dad's side.
Scientifically, a person
Cannot change their race
or their nationality,
But I see only the human race
Living on the planet Earth!
All countries and nations
Did horrible tragedies--
No one can fake it!
We're all messed up!
I'm turning Japanese!
The weight of the worldIt's hard to hold the weight of the world with just one hand while the other is pinned behind your back by the ruthless demons who'd love to see you crumble.The weight of the world20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
All you want to do is let go and get rid of the struggle of life, but you don’t.
In the back of your mind you know there is a reason for you to live, you know there is a bright day for you waiting, something to look forward to.
So keep your eyes open and hold the world tall.
They’ll hold you next.
Pretty girls and guns don't mix.When your fear is not knowing,Pretty girls and guns don't mix.22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why not just ask?
Tears fall down her cheeks,
But you don't see them.
Ignoring them, that's your philosophy
You really should think about it though,
I mean, how much longer,
Longer do you want to be in denial?
Longer do you want to play clueless?
Longer do you want to ignore it?
So let me ask one more time,
Why Not just ask?
You see it don't you?
A spillage of red.
All it takes is something said.
The tears will flow.
If you don't ask she wont tell.
bang, she's dead.
One more time, dear God help you, help her.
Ask her, are you afraid?
Afraid you might just be a little too late.
The Fears We SowThey were earthboundThe Fears We Sow6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
In blinding streaks
With murderous screams
Which burdened, each soul with unrest
War proudly proclaimed
Its savage hunger
To savor the young
And their fast withering hopes
They held true
To a ceaseless dream
To drench the earth
In their auburn fury
Alongside the ever-stoic blaze
Loyal, to their fiendish quest
To breed slaughter, ruin, and strife
It Hurts.Done.It Hurts.12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am tired.
A daily argument.
A daily disagreement.
Why can't it end already?
Didn't you get together,
because you loved each other?
It's painful, I want it to stop.
It's like you're abusing,
it's not like you're abusing me either
But I still don't want to hear this.
Put on the headphones,
make all this nonsense go away.
Watch my soul drip from my head,
Do you need to rethink things?
Do you need to know what it wrong?
What's wrong is that you are not thinking
Thinking how I feel about this.
3I wish my life was a video game313 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I failed I could just try again
But in real life there is no save point
And for me it's now
RosesAll that lingers is the smell of Sulfer in the airRoses16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the lies and deceit if you dare
In this time of death all I remember is the smell of her hair
Just the thoughts make me want to die
Oh wait I already am
Damed to this hell that is called life
I would say fuck it and end the strife
So I set here waiting for her to join me in death
weaponi don't want to beweapon17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind of dragon
that breaths fire, but
i like to inhale it
from time to time
just to blow
You don't have to be dead to dieHere I stand at your funeralYou don't have to be dead to die18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you have forgotten to come.
Dressed in black and reaching
for a hand thats no longer there.
Slipped through my fingers
in hopes of a better life alone.
Memories leave slient scares,
never meant to be forgotten.
They say that time heals all,
so I'll keep your wound fresh.
Etched across my painted skin,
carved in blades and desperation.
OUCH"I don't say I Love You. It means too much and is meaningless."OUCH18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Don't make me say it. Or anything that I mean. It's too scary."
"Ok. You are worth it."
"Doggie, I love you with all my heart."
"Don't make me say it to you. Or anything that I mean. It's too scary."
"Ok. You are worth it. And that is your dog."
"LiveJournal, I love her so much it hurts. She is everything to me."
"Ouch. Like for real."
"I said it in high school. I found out later that I didn't mean it. That is why I won't say it any more."
"Ok. You are worth it."
"Sister, you are my favorite person in the world. You are my person. I love you."
"Ouch. So you can say it. Just not to me."
"You are worth it. And even if no one in the world loves me, I do. So I'll be ok."
"Cousin, I love you. I love you so much. I miss you."
"Ouch. You must not love me."
"You are w
WordsIs there anything more beautiful than the language we speak?Words3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not English, the language of mixed grammar and varied origins. All language.
I speak two languages, and am learning a third. I can describe the world around me in three different ways, each as beautiful as the last. I can communicate with many different people, and bridge communication gaps between those who otherwise would not understand one another.
If music be the food of love, language feeds the soul. Language aids us in a sense of belonging, as a means to express ourselves, as a tool for understanding those who are different from us. What could be more beautiful than understanding cultures and countries other than our own? What kind of world would it be, if everyone understood instead of judged?
Words are my art. I can speak as easily as I breathe, words flowing off my tongue like silver mist. Sometimes my eloquence fails me, to the hilarity of others. Sometimes my words move the people I love and respect. And sometimes
Being Set FreeShadows lengthen as the Lord Sun falls finally in reluctant blaze of submission into the seaBeing Set Free9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soon his Lover Mistress Moon follows dressed in sparkling sequins - loyal - now free.
A door opens, the hinges creak in protest at having their repose disturbed with no hesitation slight
With tenative step she places a foot into the fast approaching black cloak Of the Night
Sequins of stars sparkle more now that she has joined, step joined by another till she bursts out with loss of fright.
Like a fracutre of the infrastructure of the shadows her light blazes forth in flames of vibrancy that tear
The Night Doll has arrived - her beauty stops the shadows in their waltz, they in awe stare
- approach her if you dare.
Here, touchI wrapped a shawl round my shouldersHere, touch17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
for protective purpose
but the pain pulses through
the soft material
Kiss where it hurts,
approach me with love
I will not sit raptured
like other times, but bury
my forehead in a frown
eavesdropping on this pain
I have wrapped a shawl
and the night draws its lugubrious veil
so kiss where it hurts,
the breast you adore
all tender, tender