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On the other sideI put my hand on the screen
The warmth I feel is you
With your hand enclosed with mine
When you say goodbye
I want to say no, don't go
I love you
But you've got to go
And the silence is filled
With how much I miss you
And how I can't wait
To talk to you again
Every moment I spend with you
Is like falling in love all over again
I'll always be by your side
My dreams are filled
With us together
Smiling like we've always been
I hope to one day
Be held in your arms
With the promise
That you'll never let go
I'll love you
Not for the rest of your life
For the rest of mine
My wishWe meet on chance
Just passing by on the wind
We began to know each other
To expect one another
We finally admitted our love
And we grew intertwined
Our fate forever changed
I longed to see you
To feel your gentle hand on mine
Our hearts grow
With every whispered word
I can say anything to you
Because I know you'll forever guard it
I would do anything for you
I always wake up and can't wait
For you to make me laugh and smile
My wish is that my words will reach you
Wherever you may be
The Unicorn named FentonOnce there was a unicorn
His name was Fenton
He was known for his long horn
On day Fenton went to the city Benton
A a place for fun unicorns
But on the way
Poor Fenton got lost
So he walked in circles
Until he saw a sign
And finally found his way home
Turns out Fenton never went to Benton
But he did get home in time
Before the unicorn-eating monsters came out of the forest
In my heartI've forgotten you
The summer we spent together
I can't remember how I met you
The reason why I know you
But my heart says differently
It feels like it's breaking
Because I can't remember you
It tells me with it's soft beats
That we loved each other
Because of the promise we made together
In our early days
It seems my heart never let go
Of that time we knew each other as friends
You broke my heart in twoYou broke my soul
When you said you loved someone else
You made me cry
When you would not believe me
You made me hate myself
When you tossed me to the side
You broke my heart
When you took your anger out on me
You made me think
I was a horrible person
You've filled my life
With complete agony and depression
You've truly shown
That you can break my heart in two
Pain and TearsMy tears are hidden and don't show through my happy face
Why is it that I feel my heart break?
My smile never goes away, yet my feelings are too strong
I've wanted to tell you the pain I've been through but keep it boxed up
I make sure to tell you happy stories and jokes to keep myself from tears
When I think of you, the pain intertwined with your name flows back up
I write away my feelings, never telling a soul my sadness
My tears grace only the blank pages that hold my secrets, how I've poured my heart out and you take it for granted
I ask myself what I did to deserve this punishment
I ask why I have to suffer when I've done no wrong
I ask why I left and why I gave up
I want to run from this trouble again
You tell me I'm important, that I mean so much
I can't help but doubt you when you ignore me, when you get upset at me
I want to confront you, ask you all the questions I hide, but the memories and fear keep from it
How many times will it take to make me fix this life
How many th
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
UntitledNo. I can't believe this. Why am I happy? I have good grades and friends and things I don't deserve. I'm suspicious. Life never lets me be happy like this! I don't know what'll happen, but I know this won't last.
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.
Your voiceI can hear your voice
Can feel your hand in mine
No matter how far away you may be
Even if we're apart forever
I'll always remember our summer
When we ruled the rolling hills and the sun
Now we've blended in
With our grey background
My dreams will have you and me
Sitting by that like
Laughing like always
And when I wake up
I'll be able to feel you there
Holding me like you'll never let go
And I can hope that day
We will meet again
And fall back in love
Like we never even left
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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