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Sing me lullabiesI miss the lullaby
your heart used to sing to me,
lying my head on your chest
listening to your heartbeat
as I fall asleep
was music to my ears.

And not even the louder
thunder of this rain of pain
that's where my soul
used to be for so long,
not even that could wake me up.

(I thought my soul and my heart
could actually get along
but they never seem to work things out)

Can you live with a feeling heart
and have no soul?
because I've never felt
I missed it
it's like you had always been
my missing soul.

(So I guess that's why
my soul isn't coming back
not unless you leave
but no, darling
don't ever leave
you're so m

Abstract ballerinaHe makes his heart
beat at the notes of
do - re - mi,
and she always
seemed to move
along with it,
passionate and
graceful.

He made her
clumsy feet find
rhythm,
she would never
fall into
agony again.
and she found
focus at the
time to spin.
Spinning,
over
and
over.
again
without getting
dizzy.

(She would always
look back to him.)

He was strong
and made her
feel light as
a feather,
everytime
he lifted her up
[from darkness].

She was this
fragile girl
raising her arms,
not to the sky,
but to his hands,
so he could
make her jump
fearless into
happiness.

He was her reason.

She belongs to rainstorms.She belongs to abyss,
she belongs to falling
(forever)
She belongs to the rain,
her tears get along with it
she belongs to the thunders,
they make it even harder for her
thoughts to go away,
she belongs to the lightening,
her confusion and delusion
for each time she closes her eyes
when the urge to cut takes over...

She belongs to destruction.

[We all know we love to see a rainstorm,
no matter what really is happening inside it.]

Can't smiles be broken too?Close your eyes
no, open them
no, how do you see better?
it seems you're just blind...
or am I the one that made up her own reality?

(I wish I could throw you up,
just like I throw up words,
or just like I throw up my food
but you're pretty buried in my heart
and you can't purge a heart,
can you?)

I always said I didn't want to forget you.
but you're leaving me no choice
and still I can't seem to let you go...
( I still don't want to)

I always loved the silence of when we lied on the grass,
because you used to fill it with your warmth
you were like your own star
but now is like I'm freezing
and I can't find the star that y

His masterpieceHe always thought she was
some kind of masterpiece;
you know, the one that
wouldn't make you fly, but
would make you want to fly.

She never quite understood
why was she so damn irreplaceable,
why was that he being so far across
mountains and rivers and roads,
he wouldn't let her go,
no matter how blind
with darkness he was.

What's love?
What is it?
Is it the way
you look at me?
Is it the way
I look at you?
is it the way we look at
each other?

He always thought she was
some kind of masterpiece,
you know, the one you are
afraid of loving
forever.

In front of meWhen I stop
in front of the mirror
[and stare]
it's not about the fat,
nor the size of my thighs,
or even the not-
showing muscles,
it's about the sad look
on my face,
it's about the times
of them looking down on me,
it's about the times of
them making me feel guilty,
it's about the
"why can't you be like her?"
it's about everything
around me,
[my world turning into ashes].
Then the nightmare
of what it is trying
to see myself straight
begins.

She's beautiful,
she's kind, she's what any guy
could ever ask for,
her long hair
[oh no, her short hair]
her self-confidence
and her lack of it,
the way her ey

Reality upside-downShe sits
in front of her
bedroom's window
waiting for the sunrise
she is so terrified of.
Waiting for the night
to collapse,
to destroy every hope
she has of
surviving.

Daylight is her curse,
her nightmare,
she's alive but
she's afraid of living.

She thinks she jumps
on stars to make them blow
[her mind]
but she's only
dreaming, and
dreaming [awake]
is her beloved
reality.

The sky gets clearer
and her thoughts
start running,
Is there any way to run
away from light?
she smiles to herself and says
you only have to wait until
the world turns around.

The night is her lover
and her accomplice,
it is si

When fragile things let goHave you ever felt
like a leaf in the middle of autumn?
Just falling off,
into n o t h i n g.
Like if the wind was trying to set you free
but it only got you nowhere?

I promised myself I wouldn't let you close enough to hurt me
But like everything in life,
it's just meant to be broken.

Now I feel like if I didn't feel, (does it even make sense?)
and I'd like to call myself a zombie,
but even zombies are more alive... (and they don't even exist)

You told me to hold on,
that you'd never let go
How didn't I remember that it couldn't be true?
that forever is just in fairytales,
and that I'm not in one.

Love seems s

Now that I don't have you.I can feel my tears
mixing up with the rain,
this rain of p a i n.

I guess I reached the bottom
because I never felt so
d o w n...

Take me with you,
h e a l m e.
give me my heart
and make it feel again.

Hold me,
and hold me tight,
like you never did before...

Look at me,
and don't speak...
Let your eyes talk to me...
Let them say
what your mind has been keeping secret.
That you'll always love me and
that you'll never let go...
that you'll wait for me
even if it is until the end of the world.

I wish memories
could have made us
stronger
But they didn't, right?
Now we are only weaker...

You're gone and
my soul i

You're so far away...How can I explain,
the hurt I feel everytime I remind myself that you're gone
that your body is cold, and that there's no heartbeat.
I'd give you mine if I could.
Because you're light and hope
and not only to me, but to everyone I know. (and to everyone I don't know)
I'd love to think that all those tears running down our cheeks
could become magic, so we could bring you back
and believe me, dear, no matter how many tears were needed, we would bring you back...

You're so far away, yet I feel you so close...
you made miracles with your hands, and music grew in your heart
everytime you closed your eyes, a new melody created, anothe

Forever MeantI love you

Yes,

And you love me?

You love me too?

I know you do!

That's why we're more,

We're so much more,

Than what they think we aren't.

I liken love,

To say, a dove.

So pure, so delicate;

A dove can sing,

A dove has wings,

A dove won't ever quit.

And nor will we.

Cause Love is me,

No Love is you,

Love is two,

No, love makes three,

And lovers, we,

Are forever meant to be.

Way to blueI remember your hugs
they were warm as sunlight
they kept me alive
but they made me burn inside.

I knew you were broken
I was too.
I wanted,
I needed,
to love every single
piece of you.

Soon it felt like
if I was inhaling
every single piece
and every single breath
hurt.

But I needed it.
I needed it, to feel
the burning inside.
it woke me up.

Let's just say
I don't want to go back
to sleep again.

Don't
sedate
me,

with the cold of your [written] words
because you know words
mean to me
but you always said
that words were never enough
as the touch of my hand,
or the sound
of my voice.

I gave it all.
All that m

Journey to my pastwe sat at the park's swings next to my best friend's house, i knew you were coming behind me, i just wanted some time alone but i never tried to stop you, and i wasn't going to start that moment.
i sooner realized the wind was our only companion. it was one of those moments we didn't realize we had each other. (or at least, i didn't)

you spoke kind words coming from your eyes, they later on became screams as you silently hid your tears, i looked up the sky refusing to scream too.
you kept on making me live our past, although you said we didn't have one. genuine smiles and black holes in our stomachs, those would just remind us we were ha

Inaudible ScreamWords.

Fragile fragments our lives consist.

A piercing blade
cutting not flesh
but soul.

A whispering breeze
of hope
and melody.

Opposites of the same coin.

Seeds of growth and strength
but also of contempt and deceit.
Both serving as one

The conveyor of truth
and lies.

But of these two,
there is a third.
Greater, more powerful.

Yet gentle,
serene,
not of sound.

A kind healer
A heartless killer
The unseen side

Silence

Silent ScreamsDarling, I miss you.
Even if we dragged each other through Hell,
I miss your sweet voice.

We were a pair of masochists...
a pair of sadists...

We hurt each other,
but I still |l|o|v|e| |y|o|u|
[even though it might just be the biggest mistake I've ever made].

I know it seems like this darkness could go on forever,
but, honey, the sun always rises.

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She's worth saving.

by ~BegginerMay, Nov 13, 2011, 5:09:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

It is like watching
shooting stars collide into
eachother.
Fire explosions,
that's my heart right now,
a mixture of all kinds
of toxic gases
ready to penetrate
every single cell
of me.
^{Is it even safe to breathe anymore?}

I wish I could breathe you,
because if you were like air,
you'd be the most pure,
and refreshing
air I could ever
inhale.

I feel the universe
falling down on me
but I can say it's just part
of my way of being,
voices [inside my head] say
I'm always over-
reacting.

And you see,
these words are simple
forward,
non- brilliant
nor breathtaking
not something a real
poet would ever write.
And you see, this is
me again, ^{^{(again, and again)}}
lowering my
self-esteem. ^{(I wonder if it could go any lower.)}
I lay down on my bed
looking up the roof
thinking if this is ever
going to stop,
[If I am ever going to stop.]

After days in complete
blindness and nights of
freezing 'till feeling
my heart beat in slow motion,
I've come to realize that
I'm only left with non- crafted
metaphors that no one will get
to understand,
they are made from some
broken girl that lives
with the only company
of her twisted mind.

Still she thinks she's worth saving.