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Nothing Out ThereNothing Out There

Siento tus latidos sobre mi silencio enamorado…
No busco las palabras en el aire para plasmarla en el papel. Mi palabra nace en mi sangre, y recorre mi cuerpo en calidad de urgencia tuya.
Todo lo llenas tú, todo tú me llenas.
Tómate el tiempo que creas necesario para darte cuenta de que me amas.
Y es que pienso en la manera de adorarte en cada momento.
Al mismo tiempo, parece no importarte, y siento que te he perdido.
Hoy he buscado en cada mujer, en todas sus bocas, para ver si alguna tiene tu misma sonrisa… imposible.
Qué importa que mi amor no valga para ti. Yo te amo, ¡te
regret in seven stagesi. attraction
when my negativity finally
found something beautiful,
charged up like a bipolar
thunderstorm waiting to come
crashing down

(you were everything
i ever wanted and i
was entirely selfish) then

ii. simplicity
like the way our hands fit perfectly
together and how we’d sway
to rhythms that never existed;

your eyes were a springtime day
decades before we were born and
happiness became an instinct
instead of a defense [until]

iii. commitment
like a jail sentence worn
around the neck. spine
contorted and screaming

bound too quickly by the uns
and nots and fear you never
quite kept at bay, we were
guilty of so much but
Mirror, Mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall.
Forgive my vandalism.
Let not a thousand curses fall.

She needed to stop catching colds from smiling at her reflection in pouring rain.
While needing me to be more than her favorite tv show on black screens.
So I came to her, the one she considers the most charming of them all.

And I know it’s bad luck to break a mirror.
Yet these two souls unluckily found each other.
So the glass shall do nothing more than continue to fall.

But mirror, mirror on the wall.
If I must die young,
Tell her that she’s the fairest of them all.
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea
The DreamingSome mornings I can feel
your lips pressed to my forehead,
and when I pull closer I wake
to empty blankets.

That's when I roll onto my back
and close my eyes tighter
to will your form next to me,
though wishful thinking
never made anybody materialize before.
I always hope I'll be the first to manage it.

I have walked with you in dreaming
ten years on and off,
and you found me by chance in words.
We loved without meeting for
seven months.
Why shouldn't my mind
conjure you here?

For that's most of what we were,
dreams and words,
before you ventured to me.
If I could hold out to holding you,
I should be able to will you here.
We've wai
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea
i know it welli know that my heart now beats
where it used to lie dead.

it is knocking upon my chest
screaming for me to
let you in,

but, honey,
you’ve been here so long that
walking into your arms
feels more like home
than walking through my own door.
Dear BeautifulDear Beautiful,

I've been interested in you for a while
But it never seems like the right time to tell you
That no matter how crazy I may seem
I think that you're the most beautiful person alive.

You don't know me very well
And I may not know you as well as I would like
But you've always seemed so perfect
I want you to know that you're my dream girl.

Your voice is soft and sweet
You sound so innocent and cute
Why is it so difficult to tell you in person?
Oh yeah, because you'd probably reject me.

I've become your secret admirer
Don't look for me because I'll be hiding
Just know I'm there and not to scare you
But I'll be watching you with
Overcooked Moments of AffectionSometimes the moments could be too crispy,
Other times they could taste like salt water.
But I’ll always devour them like a starved child.

Because the recipe book in your mind is filled with delicacies.
And every chief cooks up at least one disaster in their life time.
But mostly because I know moments such as these are scarier than food.

So with a little imagination I’ll gobble every burnt platter.
Stuffing myself until I’m a stuffed animal,
And plumber than the turkey at our next romantic dinner.
~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The
Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,

Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep to dream…..
There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lust
There is no one so important than you
Maybe it silly but I believe in second chances
I know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smiling
There is a place for us, a place where no others have found with you
There is a door and the sign says “True”
I've tried to tell you love exist beyond me
I know its hard to believe, I've seen you happy
I touched you like no other has
I have looked the other way when you found a bit of happiness
I walked on by with a hint of uncertainty
Can't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?
There no place for us in the hearts of others
When th
RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...
Visible SpectrumYou reminded me
of a stained-glass window
that sits perched on its wall
beneath my stairs at home.

Daylight doesn't measure its colors,
it only scatters them down
on the hardwood floor
when the sun breaches the
suburban canopy.

And daylight didn't measure you,
no,
I saw you and all I could think on
were your mosaic eyes,
the spectrum of your blush;
that they were solid
and real
and more than patterned light.

I cover stained glass with my hands
and colors vanish.
I cover you with myself
and you are vibrant.
Waiting for JuneIt is almost the time to fall in love again
down the flowing grace along the stream that follows the lights
towards the dissolution in the sea of newborn shapes
shapes begotten of this season once more:

Silhouettes of young lovers against the bridge in the early fog before the dawn
the softly spreading colour against the world willing to shed the gray
the upturned corners of the mouth by the roses that will blossom soon

You can sense the liberation
feel the weightlessness of breathing as the heavy air has passed
every step has tenderness and meaning
every night is soft and boundless
and every time the breeze calls us to dance,
we fall in
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Read MeIt's been too long since I saw you.
It's been too long since you saw me.
It's been too long since I read you.
So read my until the dawn comes.

Read me until the dawn comes.
Read me like the open book I am.
Read me until I finally fall asleep.
Read me until the dawn comes.

I've never felt this lonely.
I've never needed somebody this much.
I've never known such strong desire.
So read me until the dawn comes.

Read me until the dawn comes.
Read me like the open book I am.
Read me until I finally fall asleep.
Read me until the dawn comes.

It's cold outside, and I'm frightened.
It's dark here, and I need help.
I'm sc
WomanWarm but cold.
Dark but gold.
Nameless but known.
Un-aging but grown.
Quick and calm,
Determined and strong,
The dangerous defender.
The gentle mother.
The significant other.  
Who is she?
The Stage of My LifeFade to black.
Close the curtains on my life.
My time on stage is done.

I played my part.
I played it well.
But now that scene has gone.

This performance,
Never to be seen again.
The star has died.
The play has closed.

Fade to black.
Close the curtains on my life.
My time on stage is done.
AIDSA child is crying.
Her mother has died.
There is no one to feed her.
The village is silent.
They will not help her.
They know she is sick too.

It takes little time
For the child to die.
And suddenly,
Her wailing cuts off.
The house is empty,
The village is silent.
They know they too die soon.

A child is crying.
Her mother has died.
There is no way to save them.
FirefliesIn times great distant, trace the sun
To shelters never seen.
There the children play and sing,
And through the darkness run.

Their light upon this world does shine,
Gracing man with lightest touch.
In the silent night, hearts beating,
So the children see their fun.

And with the rising of the day,
To their beds they flee.
Until the sun sets once again,
In bright light they sleep.
I Will Always Love You....No matter how much you hurt me,
I will always love you.
Whether you bend or break me,
I will always love you.

Through day and night you watch me.
Through night and day I grieve.
And as you're thinking of me,
In silence I perceive...

No matter how much you hurt me,
I will always love you.
Whether you rend or shake me,
I will always love you.

When all these days I feel so hollow,
I can feel you reach to me.
For the last time I don't know,
How do live with out you near.

No matter how much you hurt me,
I will always love you.
Whether you kill or hate me,
I will always love you.

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Burning Prayer

:iconenyastillblood:

Up to you I offer this burning prayer.
Let it be heard in the highest skies.

You were my angel,
You destroyed me.
And now I pray for the power to kill you.

Listen now to my screams of rage.
Listen well to the rage I feel.

You were my angel,
You left me alone.
And I will hate you forever.

My death will not be release.
I will hunt you until time ends.

And the day when you die
I shall smile again.
For your blood shall run
Over my hands.
:iconenyastillblood:
A poem for my story. What do you think? Is the anger potent enough?
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~dr7key Jan 25, 2010
WOW! it expresses anger perfectly ... still, if you want that we collaborate on hatred and anger theme in a poem, I might go for it! that's quite good!
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~EnyaStillblood Jan 26, 2010
Hmmm... an interesting offer. What would the poem be about?
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~dr7key Jan 26, 2010
Hatred itself [ devastation] check this poem ... and let's see if we can mix the two poems with some editing [link] ; otherwise we can work a theme together :)
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~EnyaStillblood Jan 26, 2010
Sure! Let's try it!
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~dr7key Jan 26, 2010
Yes, sure!
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~EnyaStillblood Jan 28, 2010
I sent you my email!
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~dr7key Jan 29, 2010
I got it thanks ^^
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