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To somebody.Have you ever
Felt the distance
Between us now
Getting worst after
You change into
Never do I
Believe you have
The heart to break
A love so pure and
forever stay but you
You haven't realize I
was the one who
Gets hurt as you
go away with all the
promises you made and
Someone has to help
Me to erase this
Feelings as I want
To be happy even
If I'm not with
It will never be
Easy to forget
Everything 'cause I
Leave just to be
Reborn.Sometimes I can't help feeling,
As if I was born to the darkness of this world.
I didn't ask for trouble, but it didn't want to back itself from me either.
I hope to God, that this time awaken, I can put that darkness behind me and;
To start a new life once again.
Sacred and stained Nineteen.
Livin' in a world of endless time,
Fallin' for the lies of a dime,
Tryin' to avoid troubles or crime,
And thinkin' about being a prime.
Hereby still standing so far above,
The line where it makes slick curve,
Of success and failure as it roves,
Sacred and stained just like a dove.
Hasn't been easy to be here now,
Like a flower trying to live in a row,
I fall and I rise even if I've to vainly bow,
Now that I'm nineteen and I still grow.
The key to life.Today,
When you still have that fresh eyes,
And hands so strong it crushes ice,
You can't easily forget all the dramas and lies,
When you have wrinkles on your face,
And a heart so weak it wants to rest,
You can't ever forget that key to life is happiness.
- Mia, 2012.
Outlined.She contemplates the Sun forming a pair with it's glow, and the Moon turns speechless, unable to speak. She observes the Moon consolidating with loneliness, and the Sun halted, unable to speak.
For the verdict of the nature has been outlined.
The universe share it's illumination, she's achieving for that fluorescent star. Keep on trying, 'till she doesn't feel the pains from the wounds.
Forcing all possessions that isn't hers.
When the time has come, she'll find that radiance. Everything that has been paired will meet each other.
For a rendezvous has been outlined.
It's game.We own all the device to manage it, but we lack the gear to control it. Sure we might have the steering to hold it in leash and choose over a direction, a hand break to try slowing it down if it can't stop, even a footrest gas to press onto when we want to change it's speed and maybe a mind and heart to cooperate together in focusing on the highway before alternating the way. Nevertheless we won't ever have the power in handling it's pretension to flow; it goes wherever it wants to. You can govern it, but there's no way you may rule the wheel.
Before it says it's over, it's game.
And you're still playing.
Mia - 7th July 2011 -
Let it be, let it free.Life.
Honestly, I don't know where to start writing. My life... It's something I can't explain nor describe anymore. Something that has become irrelevant, keep walking forward without looking back, changed according to it's fate, destiny and maybe faith; none of which I plan to alter. I let it be, I let it free. There is not even a point of desire in me to make sure it is flowing smoothly, like the smithereens of rivers at the endless horizon of the sea. It's not that I don't want to try, in fact I have and I did for what seems like thousands and thousands of years. But what can I do more, when it chooses to hear itself rather than listening to my bleeding plea.
Yes I am just eighteen; so they said it's not uncountable enough for you to be able to understand what's life and what's in it. For once and for all, forgive my stupid opposition but, I will never agree to those who says that one must be old enough to comprehend what this life means for real. I feel like there is a small liter
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Dices.Trembling as the rain poured down
Heavy with it's lightning strike shone
Darkening the heaven's black crown
Storms that made the earth cut and torn
Midnight with stars and lonely moon
Time passed by and it's dawn soon
Red eyes unclosed inside the dim room
A soul in fear lied on the bed of doom
Mind racing as it thought of the disease
An illness that was going to be a crisis
Sucked up the bloods away like leeches
Live or die it was just a matter of dices
Wired wrists, wounded heart and nose
Struggling to breath with the oxygen hose
Hot tears rolling away in the silences pose
Unspoken hopes and wishes now all are lost
Mia - 12th April 2011.
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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