Forever is Great ©
Please do not love me
it is not fair
it is too kind
and it makes me afraid of us.
Please do not love me
as it makes us frail
as it makes us fail
and it will makes us end.
Please do not love me
because I want you to stay
I want to enjoy you
and be forever your friend.
Please do not love me
and let the destiny win
let the distance be timeless
so we can connect again
and again
as if the miles
have never been there.
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By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés)
June 17th, 2015 - 12:30 pm
#carolinaswords
Lost
What can I say?
I am lost
Or at least it feels that way
When your bones are made of roots and your heart quakes with each passing motion of your world...
It can be so hard to force someone like that to live somewhere else
Somewhere where they know they don't belong
Some place where their feet don't feel at home
Someplace that just feels wrong no matter the bonds
Memoir of an Addict
Spilling blood
On this paper
Slaying my conscience
With words written
Such a painful art I present
By slicing the flesh of emotion
Bit by bit
I bleed through this ink
Not for amusement
Nor for attention
It's just an addiction
To feel sorrow
Through the quill
For agony has become
The food for my thought
And heartache
Etched upon my soul
Silent scream
Embedded between the line
This is who I am
An addict
For words of misery
-Jessa
Never Against
Again....
I'm running away
From my own reflection
When I see my dream
Shattered within the broken glasses
And again.....
Those sharp pieces
Stabbing me with the truth
With the value of being me
Leaving the bloody trail behind
I'm not looking back
Never again I'll try
To be seen
To be noticed
Or to be heard
Because......
It will end up the same
Me.....
Crying silently
And trapped
In my own fantasy
-Jessa
I Speak to Madness
I travel deep inside my mind
Twisted emotion it's what I find
The reason why I can't shine
Yet I keep believing that I'm fine
Going deeper looking for a sign
Perhaps the stars would be realigned
So I could claim back what was mine
My sanity that I pawned when I sipped the forbidden wine
I don't want to be caged with sins
Tired of holding the door so the devil won't come in
But this spiritual war I must win
Because victory is always in my vein
I summon my spirit from within
And I don't care to live with scars on my skin
I'm more than a warrior for I'm a queen
And my throne is waiting for me to reign
-Jessa
Only given...
Her face is a poem,
stops men in their tracks.
But her piece of art,
is defined by its cracks.
She worries and races,
throughout her whole day.
No one stops to think,
about the price she must pay.
While others want from her,
to her family she gives.
Her freedom must die,
so their hope may yet live.
Then one day she meets him,
recognizes his power.
He begs for her trust,
and bears Bleeding Heart flowers.
Her eyes tell him the story,
of the way she must go.
He respects her decision,
about their love yet to grow.
Her heart is a puzzle,
and by her mind it's driven,
It can never be taken,
it can only be given.
one of those days
It's one of those days,
When I hate my face.
Then my skin,
Next my teeth,
Fourth my hair,
And finally my legs.
Mirrors,
Mirrors tell it all,
That one on the wall,
It's beckoning me with its call.
A step forward,
Sudden regret,
I wish I could forget.
My face.
Flaky lips,
Sunken eyes,
A shiny nose,
With some dull red cheeks.
I've told my mom I never liked it.
She said there's nothing I could do.
My skin.
Discolored beyond my original hue,
Faint scars,
Scratches everywhere,
Dry,
Dry,
Dry.
Plus,
Open wounds.
My teeth.
Crooked,
My smile doesn't look right.
Not a dazzling pale white.
So I'll hide it.
My hair.
Stringy and disobedient,
Only one color,
Black.
Frizzy as it can be,
Dead skin can be seen.
My legs.
Short.
Bruises are scattered;
On my knees,
Shins,
Sometimes calfs.
So yeah,
This is me.
It's just one of those days.
