Recollections of what is truly meaningless
Scattered fragments of memories,
From long ago.
...
Boarding the train I take in one last look
I'll keep these memories forever
Remembering me so close to you
That seductive smell and such pleasant warmth
...
The Queen of loneliness has returned
she strikes with all her might
her hearts been torn apart
and she comes with a loaded gun
...
this girl, scared and alone
she cries out for forgivness.
her sins are too big to cary,
...
I am born out of acient magic
Maco energy that flows through my vains
Curse that man who created me
Come mother, we shall find paradaise
...
En un minuto ella dijo
Esas palabras que llenan,
Que me atraen y me hace quererla con lujuria.
...
Ah, yes play your beautiful ballad my singing bird...
fill me with foreboding in a sea of evergreen,
let your song reach the inner core of my sadness.
...
Faceless I walk down these cold streets
Cast in to shadow, forever band in to such deep sorrow...
I see the people waltz around this crowded town, such joy and such hope. They burn me...Their light and happiness tares my heart with envy.
...
For that in which I long for.
The simplest touch,
Brushing of the sweetest lips,
Oh, so slightly.
...
I entered the world of poetry when I was just 14. I never did realize I was good at what I did until I gave it to one of my friends so her to read. Till then I've kept writing poems. Most of them are very dark as other people put it, they are very sad. I live with my parents, I wish to go and study at Johnson & Whales college. Have a bashlores degree on Culinary Arts and a Asosciets degree on Arts New Media. I want to be able to have my own restaurant and work on making video games like Final Fantasy. I wish someday to publish my own book of poems. I've started on fixing the structure and ortography I'm realy bad, writing correctly as you might have noticed but I dont let that stop me. ^_^)
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Recollections of what is truly meaningless
Scattered fragments of memories,
From long ago.
Taking the hand,
Almost by force.
Not trusting,
In my self.
Desolation of the holy grounds
Devil’s wake on strawberry fields,
Yet forsaken you walk in swamps.
I cry by the falling of stars,
No cares of Venus is enough.
Not sure…
Just hopping to slip away
From all that I behold
Disordered struggling chaos
Ah, my blessed silence
Where have you gone?