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History Never Repeats Itself.I read through old journal entries
and tried to reflect on us.
I read through page after page of frustration, self-doubt, and insecurities
and it all stemmed back to you.
The current relevancy of last year frightens me.
But I will close my eyes and pretend
that history never repeats itself.
ConstellationsI look at you in the same way I stargaze.
Picking out my favorite features;
connecting the brightest points to create imaginary shapes.
Searching for meaning in the lines that no one else sees.
He Still WritesHe can't rhyme, but he writes me poetry anyway.
He writes about times I've made less gray
About running away
About making the most of our days.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Watching him write to me in our favorite cafe;
I love him.
Even when he's frustrated that nothing rhymes with orange.
It's 4:02 a.m. And I Still Love HimThe green pulses of light from my digital clock are slowly driving me mad, or maybe it's just the hour.
Either way, it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm thinking of him.
I finally gave in and bought one of those fancy, new clocks that project the time onto the ceiling; for those nights when I can't be bothered to turn my head and check the time.
Trust me, this is much easier.
If I had just let him kiss me that day last summer, things would be different.
Things would be so much easier between us.
As convienient as this new clock is, I regret buying it.
The flashing is distracting, and it makes it difficult to sleep.
My old clock was better.
I guess I'm okay with where we stand right now.
There was too much risk in that kiss.
I still wish we were closer.
I'm getting rid of this stupid clock when I wake up tomorrow.
It's 4:01 am, and I'm not going to think about him in the morning.
SomewhereSomewhere, someone is stargazing.
Somewhere, someone is falling in love to the tune of their favorite song.
Somewhere, someone is catching lightning bugs.
Somewhere, you are breathing,
and for now, that's enough for me.
The Boy With the GuitarYou played my favorite song on your guitar;
Now it doesn't sound the way it used to.
When I listen to it now I can only hear you.
Your modified lyrics.
I'd like to say I miss my favorite song,
but I think I've found a new one.
Cookie-Cutter DaughterSo there's this school of thought on parenting that parents shouldn't criticize their children.
It runs on pure encouragement and love.
Sometimes I wonder what I would be like today
If you had raised me with this philosophy.
If you had let me smash that chocolate cupcake all over that pink high chair on my second birthday;
Instead of telling me "no".
If you had taught me to color outside the lines in my princess coloring book when I was five;
Instead of trying to make me keep it neat.
I you had let me wear the sweatshirts and jeans I liked when I was six;
Instead of the itchy tights and frilly dresses that would become my uniform.
If you had let me track that dirt through the house after the mud fight with my sister when I was seven;
Instead of being angry about the muddy footprints on the linoleum.
If you had let me wear my hair in the messy ponytails I loved when I was eight;
Instead of the bobby pins and bows that dug into my head,
but I wore anyway because you said they made me pre
Imaginary BoyI fell in love with a boy I made up
in the form of you.
I’m not sure which of your faces I should listen to;
Yours or the one I gave you.
The Summer of Us.A kiss on top of a ferris wheel
Falling from a crumbling rope swing into a lake
Hammock naps in the afternoon shade
Stargazing on my old wool blanket in the back yard
Catching fireflies in a mason jar to use as a nightlight
Secrets whispered under the harsh glow of a flashlight on a camping trip
Cherry Coke and tree forts
Twizzlers and Radiohead
This is how I want to remember this summer.
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
Fantasia y RealidadFantasía y Realidad
Junto al sol y bajo las estrellas,
yo te grabo en mi corazón,
pensando en tus labios y en tu voz,
que en todo momento me llenan de amor.
Tú, amor mío, tú, la esencia de mi fuerza,
la meta de mis sueños, tú, niña y mujer eterna,
quimera de penas, de recuerdos y tristezas,
tú, risa de mi alma, esmeralda de rosas cubierta.
Tatuadas están tus caricias en mi piel,
y en mi interior la flama de tu pasión,
unidas, nuestras almas en paz cabalgan,
por océanos de cristales y verdes estrellas.
Fuego, ardor y sangre con furia de amor,
así se encuentran nuestros corazones de fervor,
siempre con ropajes de eternas llamas y calor,
en un universo de fantasía y realidad en colisión.
Te amo con la eterna flama amada mía,
te extraño y te quiero con la luz del sol, Yadira.
Sabes que soy el árbol que crece por ti,
la luna que brilla noche a noche en tu inte
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
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