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Love's tragedyLove's tragedy.
You thought your seduction
But I'm just a pawn
in the devil's clockwork.
secretly using you.
to be used by you.
But we only abuse you,
and that simply
tantric slaveI am your tantric slave
to your unbeating heart
I can hear you calling my name
and it's like a whisper carried across the ocean
And in all ecstasy I can't remember why
I ever fell in love with you in the first place.
While your hands caress my hips.
The ViolinWe all bid for your attention
with sorrow in our eyes
and pity in our hearts.
The violin plays on
as your colorful marionettes dance
Tears are shed
as the performance dwindles
Strings attached to our hearts
make us involuntarily move
while you watch on
in joyous splendor.
Oh how my wooden joints ache
from years of entertaining.
How I would like to gnaw through
this twin that enslaves me.
Somber springI don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlight
Or watched the sparrows fluttering in the breeze
you were gone you were far away
At the exact moment that I was watching the stars
you were no place near or dear to me
I don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymore
I sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunrise
The dew of the morning settles on my skin
Pale as the winter snow that has long passed
I have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfall
I fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall
Remember To breatheIt's amazing...
How you like the same music I do.
The way your eyes cut right through me; sending shivers up and down my spine.
The way your lips touch mine, while your hands trace the curves of my body.
The 1st time we kissed sparked interest and excitement. Now we can't keep our hands off each other
I love the way...
You know when something is wrong with me; and your eyes tell me you're worried.
You know all my ticklish spots you seem to learn more everyday
We compliment each other.
You can hold me while I sleep, and watch the dimples form on my face when I dream about you. I can't count all the minutes I've stared at you, amazed with your never-ending love.
The first night we spent together, waiting for the sun to come up; holding each other, listening to punk rock in my car.
The first time you said I love you And I was too scared to say it back
You told me that it felt like you were dreaming, and that's why you were so afraid to say goodbye. afraid I wasn't goi
She sat atop her roof laying in pigeon feathers and watching the clouds play pictionary before her eyes.
The breeze felt calming against the august heat. She tuned out the noises of the city during rush hour and concentrated on the singing of the birds and the whispers of the trees.
The sun was baking her skin, giving her faint freckles and a subtle tan.
"The birds they sing to me in foreign tongues that no man has been lucky enough to hear. The trees tell secrets that have been whispered beneath their branches late at night."
She traced her fingertips over the ruffles on her skirt while the wind blew loose pieces of hair in her eyes.
"I want to live under the stars, counting shooting stars and flirting with the man on the moon."
I sat contemplating loneliness and death while I lay in the tub. I watching the bubbles evaporate along with every feeling I had inside my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I screamed my lungs out; I was all alone in my existence.
"Why do people always feel inclined to make my day a little worse?"
I remembered what it was like losing someone you loved, who didn't love you as well; back then I promised myself never to love again. I suppose that's why every hope of a relationship always dwindles away with my tears. I stared at the pale pink walls in my bathroom and listened to the songs on the radio about love; I felt like throwing up.
I felt the bubbles on my skin as I laid face down in the bath. I wanted to stay that way forever; I felt invisible, and under the calmness of the water no one could hurt me.
Fisticuffs and love muffins
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Perfect tv show
We tune into your story. You're left alone, pursuing dreams; and girls in short skirts. Does he ever get the girl? I'm sitting on my couch, throwing popcorn at the television screen, laughing at your tears.
Left alone to resurrect my pride
The picture starts to fade when I see her visiting you. Smiles and kisses outbid my spite. I begged you not go, I begged you; I pleaded The screen goes black and I'm left alone. You were my only hope Now you're watching me from my two way television screen basking in my misery.
My shock and surprise to your newfound love never once brought tears to my eyes, until i was safely in bed, tears fell on my pillow.
Your naive outlook on the situation made me frustrated and depressed. You were obviously unaware of the love I thought we shared. It's a lose lose situation for us. I'll stay depressed while you pursue happiness the happiness i gave was too far from your heart.
I thought I'd let you know just in case she
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,
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,
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<
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
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