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Meu sol e as estrelas
Your name is like a bright star
In my darkened skies,
You shine like the sun at midnight,
A soul so dark,
A mind like mine,
If only you lived closer,
Oceans separate us yet we grow closer,
Every passing day,
If only life was merciful,
If only love was easy,
When the stars go out one by one,
I'll be there basking in the rays of your sun,
I'll be the moon shining on you,
In your darkest hour,
When you are weak I shall lend you my power,
Even if we cannot be man and wife,
I shall walk with you through out your life,
Don't turn from me I can see,
The monster beneath the mask,
But our demons dance together in the darkest nights,
I'll clean your fists when they get bloody,
I'll dry the tears you try to hide,
We'll fight like beasts at war together,
We'll surrender and make up for lost time,
I wont give up on you no matter what you say,
Your words may kill me sometimes,
But You cant make me walk away,
Eu Te Amo
Meu sol e as estrelas
And maybe if destiny is kind to us,
We will see the sunr
I woke up once again from barely sleeping
Stumbled to the bathroom and threw up
Stomach empty from barely eating
Depression gnawing at my brain like bacteria,
Tugging on my sneakers i hit the pavement at four AM
My steps soundless as I coached my asthmatic lungs through breathing
In through the nose out through the mouth
The only thing in this world I can control
Is truly nothing
I can't control the jobs I work or the hours i take
I can't control the pains in my body or the mistakes I make
I can't control your voice in my head echoing
Endless hours of sobbing are met
With waking hours of living and dying all at once
Tears roll down my flushed cheeks
As the moon sets behind the trees
I run faster then I've ever run before
I convince myself i'm running from you
But in all honesty
I'm running from
I Love You, I Hate YouI will NEVER accept what you did to me. All i ever did was give you everything you wanted, all i ever did was accept you for who you are, I HAVE FLAWS. I am human I am mortal I am not some sort of god who feels nothing, I CANNOT BE PERFECT. All i want to do now is SCREAM at you, at myself for being so stupid how could you do this to me? How could you make me believe in a forever you never intended to see through? How could you tell me over and over you accept me and that its okay to be myself until my faith reaches its breaking point? You abandoned me, and left me to tell all our friends were over. You left me to deal with the sympathetic faces and awkward half hugs and 'just dont think about it, you will move ons' alone. While you sit in your basement and go to your jobs your life an endless cycle of deli meat, chlorine and mountain dew fueled video game marathons.
Because of you i've learnt to be a different person, because of you i know now that to be good enough I must remain silen
Running Away From You
I'm dying to catch my breath,
Oh why don't I ever learn,
These tears fall softly,
like the hands of the clock,
I've lost all my faith,
And I find my heart is empty,
All I have is agony,
And scars a plenty,
I am no angel,
but your love gave me wings,
You showed me dreams,
I wish they'd become real,
You broke a promise,
And I can no longer fly,
You'll never know the way,
Your words have haunted me,
I'm running away,
From you and all you did,
Each action I take,
Will lead me further from this place,
Your a nightmare now,
When you once were a dream,
If you ever think I'm worthy,
Try and find me,
I'll be hiding in a hollow tree,
But still you will wake,
And know the truth,
No one is there,
Will you dream of me?,
Am I the specter of your nightmares,
Oh you once belonged to me,
My golden king,
And I was your porcelain Queen,
But with little strength I have,
I'm running far from you,
Holding my last breath,
Deep inside my self,
My pain will know no end,
But i'll disap
You've been on my mind alot lately,
Maybe its because weeks ago I knew i'd see you,
Two years flew by in the blink of an eye,
And I did see you though you did not see me,
I was standing there looking for someone when you rushed past,
Not seeing me from my perch on a table,
I still know the way you move better then my own,
The way you walk with hurried cautious steps,
Steps that are kept close together as if restrained,
Still pushing your hair back with one hand as you navigate the crowd,
Part of me wonders if the chains keeping your steps so cautious,
Ever fell away,
I wanted to call out to you,
To grab your hand and hug you,
My heart tells me to hate you,
But my soul aches for reconciliation,
They say a tiger never changes its stripes,
Though maybe you did find a way to grow away,
From the person you were last time I laid eyes on you,
I didn't call out because part of me feared,
The pain that came with the past,
In those common days,
Logic mind and soul become one it seems,
The Prisoner AnnieXLevi SnKA/N: I don't normally ship these two but i suddenly had a thought and well...This is a oneshot and to be honest i ship levi/hanji but here we go.
Annie opened her eyes slowly, the cold metal of the table she laid on burned into her pale skin. Blinking through the fading sunlight that shone into the basement she was being kept in for the last couple of weeks.
Ever since the crystal had set her free she'd been kept in here, Hanji had been running blood tests and testing her pain endurance, but they didn't trust her at all, she wore a shapless white shift and her arms and legs were chained down.
Hanji was the only person she'd seen, other then her snivelling assitant no one else had come to see her since. Closing her eyes she thought about what led to her capture and wished she had instead been killed.
The sound of the steel door opening filled the basement as the hinges scraped against each other. Steady foot falls came down the stairs, they calm instead of excited or nervous and her eye
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Predators of the nightA gust of wind
Blowing through our hair
The dead leaves
Cracking under our feet
The night sky
A blanket over our heads
And the full moon
Blessing us with its silver light
A perfect night for us hunters
To look for our prey
it was a broken sense of beautifulhis smile was like dust caught
in sunlight; more like a dreamy state
of being than reality, like the half-
remembered yesterday that still haunts your
memories because you
didn't want to forget how it
we'd lie on the floor with
slats of light shot across the ceiling, drinking
in the atmosphere
with windows propped open by
books and yellowed pages,
and by the time
we wandered into sleep, we were drunk instead
smell of roses --
he was a broken kind of beautiful, a
beautiful kind of flawed; love-letters, anonymous
and never sent littered
the dusty floorboards beneath his
of what we were before
love found it's way
back around; hours passed in a sunset haze
as my fingers ghosted over words
he'd written half-asleep, ink smudged on his fingers --
they say the music
comes when your heart's about to break, more
like a whimper than a bang; but i've
never heard a song so
sweet, and this sense of lovely has found it's home
inside my bones --
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
Hello OctoberHello October,
Hello cool winds,
Hello Football wins,
Hello candy corn,
Hello Death before Reborn,
Hello fallen leaves,
Hello long sleeves,
Hello colorful trees,
Hello stormy seas,
Hello feeling free,
Hello old Friend,
Let the cycle begin again.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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