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Until we meet again”Let me create a world for you”, she said to the love of her life.
“A world?” he wondered with curiosity in his eyes.
“I’ll make it just for you and follow your every request”, she told him with a smile. Smiling back, he took her hands in his and their fingers intertwined.
“Then, I want the sky to be as blue as your eyes and the stars to gleam just like them. I want the sun to be as golden as your hair and as bright as smile. I want the air to be filled with the beautiful sound of your voice and to be as warm and comforting as your embrace. I want dawn and twilight to be as rosy as your cheeks when you blush. I want the flowers to smell of your sweet scent and the grass to be as soft as your lips. At last I want the ticking of the time to be like the pounding of your heart that I hear when I put my ear to your chest.”
She told him to close his eyes and imagine it all, his wonderful world.
“Do you see it?” she asked
UnconnectedWhen did autumn become so short? I’ve always adored the bright colour of the leaves and the crisp winds that played with them. All of a sudden these beloved scenarios are passing by, leaving me behind before I'm able to cherish them. I reach out for them but no matter how much I fumble they’re already gone with the days I’ll never get back.
I used to lie awake the night before my birthday in October, impatiently waiting with excitement until I fell asleep so that morning could come. These days I lie awake at night thinking about death. I’m terrified of heaven. Yes, heaven scares me more than anything. Since I was little I’ve always believed in God and that I will come to him after I’ve died. The difference now is that I’m not sure if I want it to happen. Dying doesn’t scare me but the thought of being in a place with eternal happiness frightens me. I just can’t seem to imagine staying in such a place FOREVER with no end to it. It do
Diary bound by nonsenseI mixed my feelings in a blender and swallowed them down again.
I released them in a thundercloud just above my head.
The growth I got from disbelief was shaved off quickly without doubt.
My tears were sold for a price that sadness made up to count.
I purged up the nausea that nervousness came out to be.
Could I see the bottom whole of anxiety fill up with lies and ease?
Knotted were my memories being drawn back in forgotten.
My dreams as traumas were once smashed under the palm of my hand.
Spilling like oil on hot surface my regrets spat up at me.
I burned with hurt and ignorance for being so naive.
Buried shall my secrets be above my future hopes.
A glass ball of insanity were rolled and painted with blood.
Boldness is only ignorance I watched over in the bottom of a well.
Fished it up with a hook of bitterness as the coward I then was.
Never fear the network of trust that was blown away with gruesome dust.
I rather stay locked up and write names for curiosity on keys of childishness
Skin and bonesWhen I saw you in your bikini I was concerned; you were a skelleton with skin on.
It made me happy with relief when I saw you eating that high calorie ice cream.
How was I suppose to know it was the first thing you ate that day,
after swimming several length in the outside pool.
How was I suppose to know you made yourself puke after that,
when you said you were going to the bathroom?
And later you bikes several miles home on empty stomach.
You came home to an empty house and binged on everything you could find.
You looked yourself in the mirror and all you saw was fat.
So you threw all the food up though your sight was a complete lie.
Then you ran outside to burn those calories though there were none left.
You ran so fast and long and never came back home.
It was just outside my house you fell when your heart stopped.
Do you speak anime?Senpai told me a little, a lot, how to catch this world in a single shot.
But I try and I fail to read the words of your lips. All too tight, they were to strict.
Mahou, I can spell it with my fingertip, it isn't hard but it's easy to slip.
Your expression is so impossibly obvious, you hang those stripy, pink blushes onto us.
I see the dream, hai watashi. Never always awkward between you and me.
Everytime a new episode, all the wonders went lost. Not very certainly on our own cost.
Somehow the music matched our feelings that day, my apology isn't to be delayed.
Gomen, I mean let's do this one more time. Your heart is to be opened and forever mine.
Translations are too much useless, for fans and everyone it's making a mess.
If you can't love soon this comedy I say, you'll be down on your knees for dignity okay?
Kawaiiso. But you know that's the pretty deal, of cooking up a japanese bento meal.
Arigato, the sweets never made us fat, my legs are thin and my stomach is flat.
But it's nothi
Trapped inside my headThe latest days I've been convinced something is living in my stomach.
Eating the food I take in, leaving me weak and empty.
It was terrifying when I thought it would burst out all of a sudden.
I saw the skinny black man crying on a chair when I was talking to the doctor.
The doctor sat down in the same chair.
When the black man was gone I almost started crying too.
Something had been attached around my head and I was terrified it'd crush my skull.
I was looking for dad when the people outside distracted me and I went down the hall.
Looking at them through the glass made me feel unreal.
Then I discovered the small creatures with sharp teeth and crystal eyes.
They were playing in the snow at it looked like they smiled at me.
The doctor came up to me and talked about my new meds.
I barely listened because I was looking at the dirt on the floor.
Later I saw the boy who had raven oily skin just like the man I saw earlier.
It hit me that it could be his son and they were looking for each ot
R.I.PWhen you are hospitalized at the psychiaric department it usually means you're quite unstable when it comes to your mental health.
Some people ask me if there really is voices in my head or if it's just strong thoughts that makes me feel so anxious and paranoid.
I say to them I can't tell the difference and I don't know what they want me to say because I'm just telling the truth.
What I know is that they can make me behave completely different than what most people who knows me would consider normal.
Thoughts or voices either way they scare me a lot and sometimes they tell me to do thing that can be sort of out of control.
They moch me and push me until I can't hold back and fall over the invisible edge of what's sensible in my mind.
So it's not very weird that they for some reason decided me to do one morning after breakfast before I went of permission.
I was extremly nervous to be perfectly honest and I didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment so I put the voices plan into action.
Pretty birdDid you ever have a walk outside downtown, look up at the sky.
Was there snowflakes?
Did you ever wonder if they felt as lonely as you did around all those humans.
You seek freedom and I might just give you the key.
Did you think it was impossible?
No, I'll open your eyes, it's not really out there but it's inside you.
I told you the biggest truth your heart knew.
Give me your hand and I shall guide the way.
I whispered the small kind secrets you already knew.
The wings started to grew as your mind was released.
I smiled at you and laughed because you're a dear friend to me.
There was joy in your eyes when you understood I was linked with you.
The sky is mixed in many different colors.
Spread you arms and take off with me.
The voices surrounded us and you felt lighter.
This moment won't be ruined for you, I can't let that happen.
The fires we set for the world to see.
I called to you; You're finally free.
I hear you. I see the long pipe in your bony hand. You look like a skeleton with sickly green shadows all over your body. Every time you bare feet hit the floor with impossibly heavy footsteps for such a little girl I feel the ground shaking. It shakes so that I can feel the bones in my fingertips breaking slowly with a crusty sound.
"I know you're here Liza, I can see your guts squirming in the back of my head. I can feel the surface of your iron eyes burning like in hell. Your insides scream for me Liza. The want me to cut them open."
I hold back the urge to purge. I have this horrible feeling I could actually slide my fingers down my icy throat and tickle the cold flesh with my dirty nails just to puke it all up. Get rid of it, the heart, the lungs and the stomach. Every single thing that you crave so badly. I can feel the slime beneath the touch of my fingers; somehow my body has already reacted on what I thought. I cough loudly and my head aches. My brain can't take the p
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Wander to nowhereA ghostly walk on the autumnal pavement
Even my own shadow is gleaming more
Than the empty shell of my body.
As I keep wandering, on this endless pit
Picky starving crows are looking down on me
The leftovers of my thoughts order me to die out.
This path of glory I've kept away from, it might be gone.
My dignity and pride, where have you fled?
I'm searching for the graveyard of redemption
Where my promises are all buried
Shot down by my deceit's gun.
Will you ever forgive me?
As I'm standing there, the icy silence blows ;
As time goes by, the ruthless mutism of yours
Reckons that time for forgiveness hasn't come yet.
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