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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
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
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.
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