I cry
I cry because the reason is ceaseless,
I cry because the puppies are lost,
I cry because the world cries with me,
I cry because i'm losing my hopes.
I cry because the only reason of my
be, is beginning to crack, I cry, I cry,
to solutions, to God and his mercy.
I cry and I cry, while my heart carries on,
I cry to the mourning of each mother's heart,
I cry, i cry because I can't let him die,
My puppy is roaming like the angels of dark
nights. I cry and I cry, and i can't make it stop.
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I do not exist
I do not exist,
I do not breath,
I do not bleed
I do not hurt
I do not exist in your eyes,
not anymore,
I am far, far away, like
the stars that don't exist,
but still they shine and
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Dead love
Love can kill you alive,
burn you without fire,
shut you down without
a gun, bruise your heart
without a scratch, bleed
in cold blood. love can be
as painful as the magnitude
of death. Love even when it
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Antecedents
How sweet it
would have been,
the nectar's of my divine,
the room of my
reminiscence
full of solemnized,
I adore thee,
chaste in my thoughts,
never ending,
never ceasing my
sanquineus,
Banquets dining a
thirsting appetite,
for wine,
vitalizing the limits.
My thoughts infatuation
Of your presence,
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Dark and twisted minds
Dark and twisted minds,
blurry and bleeding
to each other, bloody
roads of many cries,
invading the good with
persistent lies.
Constructing a shield
against evil thoughts
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In the valley
Tear to tear, breaking
heavy steps. A mountain
I must climb and deliver
every hunt- to the sweetest
waterfall. All burns, all scars-
must remain where they began.
Every flower has its nectar, this
seed to be born, is a symbol of
rejoice. In a garden where all
was burnt; in need of pouring love.
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Bear no more
What more
than sacrifices
I have to bear,
A poor torn heart,
a ragged heart that
barely pulsates,
ignoring a solution,
Nor notice fragments of
a broken jar,
nor I see courage to
intent a change,
Deprive of my abilities,
a vision gray,
of latitudes unknown,
The angels taking this grief,
this torn heart obscure,
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Butterfly
Nobody knows this little butterfly,
who wanders and roams
who seeks for the senses of love,
Nobody knows her, so tender so pure,
little butterfly, her colors are baby pastels
like new souls and holy spirits of bliss.
Every petal touched by her caterpillars
become an essences to the touch, her
ultraviolet sight that only she can posses,
The wonder of her unique little body and
sense, nobody knows her, nobody
sees the beauty in her.
Only the blissful only the lovers
of love, nobody knows her,
nobody sees her, because those who see
are blind to her colors and soul,
I am a butterfly
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Angels of light
Angels come hear our praise,
every where i see their face,
they walk, they fly, they reach
to us in many forms, a child,
a smile, a thank you note.
A day of mourning with singing
love birds, a soft touch with healing
grace. They come across the harvest
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Must
She writes as if there’s not much time.
She writes to pain, to happiness,
She writes to every remote detailed thought.
She writes to the departed,
to the extant,
to poverty,
to wealth.
She writes to mourn, and grief.
She writes to the wind, the rain,
forest, the desert, and mountains.
She writes to her pouring tears,
to her grateful moments,
She writes because really what she has is time.
She has no little ones to feed, or bathe,
nor a husband to make happy. To write is
to escape- to her. Time is not a problem, time
is just a killing system, she needs to kill in many words.
She writes as if there’s not much time.
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