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Halves of a Whole III: What Lies on the Horizon?She claims that she still wants it to work,
So somewhere within, does that bliss still lurk?
If indeed it does, then come fire or rain
He shall search to find it again.
Will the dreamer break through to her heart,
Or will all his dreams finally fall apart?
Halves of a Whole II: Down to EarthHardened little realist girl
Somewhere within your walls you curl.
Your heart takes a backseat and your mind takes the fore
Cold logic where there was bliss once before
Rose-colored glasses blind you no more,
You see things for what they truly are.
No biased thoughts, just what's for the best
as you put your emotions to the test.
You won't let yourself be set up to fail
For you already know the end of this tale
You've warned him time and time again:
One day his delusions will come to an end.
Halves of a Whole I: Head in the CloudsSilly little dreamer boy
All your hopes bring you such joy
But when your dreams come crashing down
They'll take you with them, to the ground
You do not see in black and white,
but rather in a hopeful light
for if you lose sight of your hope
you do not know how you would cope
Why did you have to fall in love?
Although your heart soars high above,
You should have waited for your own sake.
When that future dies you'll surely break.
'A mother's love is forever''A mother's love is forever'
never has this been more true
For through everything we'll still remember
All the little things you do
You help us with our struggles
You pick us up when we fall
No matter how hard it may get
You've been there through it all
Every reassuring word said
and every wound that you mend
These things shall stay with us
until the very end
Across the milesAcross the miles and through the years
You are still here in my heart
But my life was changed forever
The day we had to part
I thank you for these memories
The precious times we've had
And even though I miss you, Mom
I still will not be sad
Because even though it hurt to go
It brought me here today
and no matter how much I say or do
That's something I can never repay
So even though I'm far from home,
I just want to say
You'll always be here in spirit, mom.
Happy Mother's Day
SurfacingFears are seeping
Still not sleeping
Soon I will have drowned
My mind, they're breaching
As I sink under,
Wise words, they sunder
Foolish dread inside
The water splashes
My resolve flashes.
Rising, I shan't hide
Something from the fog
to lead through this bog
A fair hand takes mine
"Soon it'll all be
over, just trust me"
Her golden hair, it shines
lit by countless lights
shining in the night;
flames of kindred hearts
I shall not let go
For fear, this I know,
That when I do, we'll part
Winged Boy's LamentEvery day I sit alone in this cage made of gold
supposed to be wonderful, but this routine's getting old
Every time I sing on cue. My voice is growing hoarse.
I cannot take much more of this, I'll crumble in due course.
Every time my singing is not quite up to par
I cower in shame as they electrify the bars
Every time I laid alone, crying as I bled,
I knew there's hardly room for two, not even in my head.
Every time I stretch my wings, longing for the sky
they press into the metal bars and silently I cry
Thinking I'll be trapped in here until the day I die
UnseenYour gates are closed, I'm at the door
Curled up on this cold hard floor
With no way in, outside your walls
still will you not heed my calls?
Which one will you likely hear,
The castle's din or my silent tear?
My mask is cracking, coming undone
there's only so far I can run
Slowly falling, down and apart
I'll wait here, inside my heart
Fatal RingThat fatal ring, 'tis the bell
That fateful moment when I fell
down that withered path of death
as my mind, in horror seeps
as my king, blindly he sleeps
in the dark, his final breath
For my love, come unto me
this bloody dagger I now see
Help me in this hellish deed
Meet with counterpart of steel
the foolish king, soon shall kneel
in wicked silence, alone he'll bleed
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.
My Beloved WordsmithTo the one who can keep me talking
into the late hours of the night
The one who helps me carry on
and makes my future bright
You carry me to other worlds
upon your wings of ink
as further down, evermore
into our dreams we sink
So upon your feathers black
onward we soar
pushing on, ever waiting
for the day we need dream no more
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