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Dreaming of DemonsDreams
Such a haze
What's real and what's fake?
A face plastered to her brain
Begins to leave her insane
His touch is so real
Everything about him she can feel
His touch is so real
In her dreams they walk
In her dreams they talk
He becomes everything she's always wanted
She gradually becomes even more haunted
By his face plastered in her brain
Several details painted on his face
Allow him to pull ahead in the race
He has placed her heart in a cage
He is a demon, holding onto the lever
Controlling her hearts endeavors
At any moment he could cause the end
With a claw he does a single rend
But with his claw he may also mend
He is an animal
He is in control
And he is unstoppable
Just One TimeAll I want is you
Your soft eyes show you don't even have a clue
You still have no idea what I would do
Just to prove that I love you
Countless times you'd ask and I'd provide
Then later on you'd just push me aside
You don't have any feelings inside
You don't feel a single thing for me
Which is why I don't understand why I can't see
You proved it when you insulted me
Yet I'm still too blind to see
Why can't I just let you go?
Your soft skin glows
But it's a thick case over the hole
That exists in place of your heart
Maybe that's where you store the ones you've torn apart
Every picture of you that I see
It burns a hole inside of me
It goes deeper and deeper
Making me wonder
Is it love or hate that I feel?
Some nights I wish you were gone
I wish you would just disappear
Other days, I wish I could be calling you my dear
Those days I want to feel you holding me
I want to feel as though you're guarding me
But these are just dreams
Attempting to shield me from the pain I feel w
Beautiful DayIt was a beautiful day. The sun shone through the white, wispy clouds, beaming itself onto me and blocking my eyesight. There was a subtle breeze and I felt the lofty weeds next to me brush gently against my exposed stomach. With this breeze also came a hint of his cologne- it smelt incredible; like nothing else.
I fell softly onto the rough-edged tree behind me and closed my eyes. I felt a swift movement next to me, but I was too exhausted to peek through my closed eyes.
I felt a familiar figure's hand touching the top of mine. Instinctively, I swathed my fingers around a mere 3 of his. A tender smile peeled across my face. He yawned and I felt him lean his head atop my shoulder, searching for relief.
He fell asleep on me as I gazed over at the calming, orange sunset. I had no inkling that we had been out here for this much time, but I had no problem remaining here for the rest of the night. The tweeting of birds had blended out into the melodious chirping of numerous crickets and I s
The Perfect Night
As I streamed across the beach with the warm water lapping at my ankles, I searched for a place to settle. When I found it, I fell down into the moonlit water. For me, there was nothing like sitting in the water instead of the grainy sand. Something about the water calmed me. I felt the warmth of a familiar body behind me and so I fell back into his comfort. He slid ever so slightly forward and I watched as his gentle, tan hands wrapped around my body and interlocked with me inside. His head fell softly on top of mine and his hat began to shade me from the shimmering moonlight.
I don't think there's any moment greater than this- being here with him, in his arms right now. I feel like I'm in a dream, and I'm scared I'll wake up, I thought scarcely. I blinked my bright green eyes several times in an attempt to see if it really was a dream or not. I looked up at him shy
PainLet the tears fall back into my eyes
So they don't see how I feel inside
The place where all the pain resides
My heart torn,
The blade to do it becoming worn
He may be the Mr. Wrong in my life
But every time I close my eyes
I'm his wife
In my nightmares, in my dreams
He's the only man I want to see
I wanted that baby
But it wouldn't have saved me
He said it was too early
Luckily for me
I wasn't a mother to-be
I never want to see you go
But in less than 2 years, you start a life of your own
Every day it feels the same
Always filled with so much pain
Always filled with so much rain
We don't even care about each other anymore
To you I probably sound like some sort of whiney whore
I've never felt so alone in my life
And I'm so tired of all these lies
This is why I feel so alone
This is why I miss talking to her over the phone
This is me
I need a supportive friend
There to lend me advice
There to come and try to set me free
Ripped up paper is better than ripped up skin
But it's forcing me to wear thin
I wondered if a material item would make things better
But there's too much damage
I can't ever explain this feeling, never
It keeps getting worse and I don't know where to run to
It's like some deranged zoo
Full of misfits, me too
They don't give a shit either
I'm locked here, thrown away
Forced to stay
You always shoot my fairytales down
And they're the only things that keep me from not hitting the ground
But I digress from my meaning
And I hope that by reading
Maze"Slice the pain away," she says
Visible marks left on her chest
She keeps thinking thoughts of death
She wonders if she's good enough for the world
She's never even felt love from a man
She's wondering what she's doing so wrong
Because she seems to sing along
To every heartbreak song
Her heart is shattered like broken glass
All because of some insecure ass
The way he acts
She can't see it
She sees him fit
In any way
She wants him to lead the way
To create something she's never made
She wants a family life
From a man who's never even thought of a wife
All this man wants is sex
He doesn't want to think of what's next
She doesn't see this
All she sees is the nice bits
Even though she hasn't spoken to him
She remembers the past things
It was a beautiful time
But things are dying
Now she's crying,
Crying herself to sleep each night
Sometimes wishing she'd die
But then she thinks twice
About how her family would feel
Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps her here
She's a lost soul
In My Shoes
Why are things changing?
Why is it raining?
So many things falling apart
Leaving us stranded in the dark
The same has happened in the past
I still remember that
Why is this happening?
Why am I such a terrible friend?
Is it all going to end?
Am I this selfish?
All I want is to see the man I "love"
I believe you've already seen yours enough
He walks with us
This shit is honestly making me feel like I want to cry
I'm not really sure why
This is the same shit that makes me look in the past each night
Eminem says "kids that got nothing- they sit and they vibe"
Well to us, the same vision applies
Yeah, he's still the shit in our eyes
Sometimes he can help guide our own lives
Every night the same thought flows through my mind like a river
"I miss her."
"What happened to what we were?"
"I miss her"
I know I push it off
But that's not what's going through my thoughts
And I don't care about her sexuality
Because what means most is her personality
We grew up together
We made an effort
Why are there rainy days?
They seem to cause so much pain
So many droplets that hit the ground in vain
They cry out for human help
To catch them and save them with their mouth
The sky is larger, crying the tears
Thunder filling a human's ears
It could drive him insane
But the sun is to blame
The sun drives the rage
To fill the rain gauge
To kill so many rain drops
The sun is the blame
For all of the pain caused
These dark clouds are doomed to cry
They do it their whole life
Over fields of strife
Over a crying wife
Over a bleeding knife
That pierced human skin
The deadliest sin
To rinse it of reminders
Cleaning up the scene so they don't ever find her
The dark sky is evil
But it weeps
And weeps perhaps for weeks
Until it finally sleeps
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.
SleepIf I could sleep believe me I would, but it's not
as easy as it looks.
The constant fear of running the wrong way,
bad dream, bad story to say.
Don't fall too deep, because the darkness can keep -
keep the warmest part of your soul and
rip it to pieces then let it go.
Broken you will wander the world like I am,
imagination will be all you have.
The voices won't tell you the right way, you will hide,
but will be unable to run away.
Hear me, go to sleep, don't think too deep.
It will catch you and make you belong.
Close your eyes but not for too long.
Stay awake just enough to fulfill what you need,
hallways full of paths are nearby, doors with broken
keys. But once you find yourself, you will find the
shiny one you really need.
© Martina H.
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
La amistad y el amor no se compranMuchos padres que están acostumbrados, a vivir de lujos y quieren lo mismo para sus hijos, quieren que se relacionen con personas que tengan su mismo nivel económico, por que dice que ellos le pueden dar de todo, pero hay algo que no se compra y es el cariño.
El dinero solo compra cosas materiales, pero que es mejor ¿tener mucho dinero y estar solo, o tener lo necesario y estar acompañado?
No les pueden decir los padres a los hijos que su bien estar debe enfocarse solo en lujos.
Muchos que tiene dinero resultan ser muy groseros, y se burlan de la gente pobre o media, pero no se dan cuenta de que ellos también tiene sentimientos, pueden no tener lo mejor para vivir pero tiene lo necesario, y viene siendo mas honrados porque pueden no vivir con reyes pero ellos tiene mas que cariño tiene apoyo.
En la amistad uno no debe de comprarla con regalos, debe ganársela con respeto y amabilidad, si tiene amigos solo por que les dan cosas, que
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
What About LoveThere's something about love.
Some sick, masochistic need that everyone possesses.
That they would do anything to have it in their lives,
despite the fact that it has the capability
to tear you apart from the inside, out.
To love is to destroy.
Any baby you can tear me apart all you'd like,
because maybe it will break me,
but there's this feint possibility
that maybe it will save me first.
Oh to binge...I wait to be forgiven by the heavens,
Most likely I already have been-
We all wait for what is easily given,
Convinced we can shouldn't be forgiven.
In the sad tale of surrender,
Every heart is tried and found wanting
We trade the innocence for the lust
Inside our hearts succubi are so daunting
For the physicality is only a shadow-
So much is behind the veil of our eyes
Countless demons waiting for a spin,
One that will keep you twirling all your life.
Call me crazy, call me mad
I lost what all I once had,
To just a night of surrender,
And to this day I want it back.
Every night I witness the same thing
These dreams always haunt me
I just seem to cling
To you. In these dreams, I see what we could be
These are the things I wish for
This is my desire for your touch
These are the things I adore
This is my longing for you to love me so much.
In these dreams,
I can feel the simplest touch from you
And it just takes me to extremes
The things you do, they make me swoon
I'm envious of any girl you flirt with
Above all, Bria, because you love her
And I can't end the wish
That wants us to be what we were
Sure, we laugh and your smile still shines
And sure, your personality still leaves me dazed
But what happened to those previous times?
I miss those days
And Miles, I miss you
I just can't seem to accept the fact
That I'm screwed
Because in reality, you're not going to crack
You'll always remain the person who doesn't care
You would merely rather be friends
My heart begins to know this and so it begins to tear
These dreams are the only things that keep
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