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Am I crazy?
There are things in life that we just need to end.
Things that are horrible, painful and unfair.
But I have accept to be alone.
I should not fill myself with false hope
That things will turned like I wish I wanted to be.
Ok! I admit, I miss the talks that we use too.
Your crazy old stories, wake up calls, you're voice. I miss you holding me. I miss you and us.
I will and I miss every little thing about you.
I knew it! Everything will remind me of you.
Remind me all the things that we use too.
This is worst!
You keep me thinking.
You keep me missing.
But I end up smiling. :)
Am I crazy?
-Im just lonely
Things that are horrible, painful and unfair.
But I have accept to be alone.
I should not fill myself with false hope
That things will turned like I wish I wanted to be.
Ok! I admit, I miss the talks that we use too.
Your crazy old stories, wake up calls, you're voice. I miss you holding me. I miss you and us.
I will and I miss every little thing about you.
I knew it! Everything will remind me of you.
Remind me all the things that we use too.
This is worst!
You keep me thinking.
You keep me missing.
But I end up smiling. :)
Am I crazy?
-Im just lonely
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Posted: Sep 2014
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Two people who never loved
(Intro: I wrote this poem in spanish language, i hope you can understand the translation in english. I accept corrections.)
There are two people in this world
which were not intended
to dedicate his purest love.
Two people who not meet
nor crossed paths
in this garden forgotten by some god.
Two memories that nobody remembers
two stories that no one narrate
two hearts beating away
in the shadow of a sad reason.
Two different skies
one is dark in ignorance and the other is shining by the pain
as one blasphemous in silence
all the anguish of resignation.
Two different yesterdays
two separate futures
two presents forgotten
and two people who never loved.
There are two people in this world
which were not intended
to dedicate his purest love.
Two people who not meet
nor crossed paths
in this garden forgotten by some god.
Two memories that nobody remembers
two stories that no one narrate
two hearts beating away
in the shadow of a sad reason.
Two different skies
one is dark in ignorance and the other is shining by the pain
as one blasphemous in silence
all the anguish of resignation.
Two different yesterdays
two separate futures
two presents forgotten
and two people who never loved.
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
Well, this one is a part of a collection poetry in one of my blogs, if you are interested, you can visit me in poemarioaficionado.blogspot.com. But remember the poems are in spanish, so sorry if you can't understand! I will try to translate them.
Hear me say.....
Dont waste your time, I wont feel anything,
I'll just watch as you waste away,
My heart will race, can't hear you anyway,
Reaching out to the emptiness in front of me,
Love once shared, but all is lost,
tears dry before they hit the floor,
You walked away, hear me say,
you could never have me anyway
What have you done, you have no meaning,
You thought you could steal my heart away,
Hear the screams, it's not me after all,
this pain is for you for eternity,
My heart bleeds red, but now I see,
All your thoughts have turned to black.
Lies you tell, to heal your heart,
keeps you trapped inside your shell
You walked away, hear me say,
You could never have me anyway
I'll just watch as you waste away,
My heart will race, can't hear you anyway,
Reaching out to the emptiness in front of me,
Love once shared, but all is lost,
tears dry before they hit the floor,
You walked away, hear me say,
you could never have me anyway
What have you done, you have no meaning,
You thought you could steal my heart away,
Hear the screams, it's not me after all,
this pain is for you for eternity,
My heart bleeds red, but now I see,
All your thoughts have turned to black.
Lies you tell, to heal your heart,
keeps you trapped inside your shell
You walked away, hear me say,
You could never have me anyway
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Posted: Sep 2014
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"THE LAST REMNANTS OF GRACE" 8/29/2014
I THOUGHT IS WAS FOREVER.
BUT NOW IT SEEMS IT'S NEVER.
THROUGH ETERNITY I MAY ALWAYS BE ALONE...
THE PAIN IS FELT DEEP INSIDE.
THIS TRUTH CAN'T BE DENIED.
FOR, THE TWILIGHT HAS NOW ECLIPSED MY SOUL...
FELT BY MY FEARS.
CONSUMED BY MY TEARS.
OH, HOW THE DARKNESS DEEPLY UNFOLDS...
THE UNDYING SORROW.
THERE IS NO TOMARROW.
FOR, ALL OF MY WOE IS NOW EXPOSED...
THE LAST REMNANTS OF GRACE.
AT LAST! IT FADES AWAY.
FOR, IM LEFT SO BROKEN AND SO HOLLOW...
THIS EMPTY VESSEL IS DEAD.
THROUGH THE WAKE OF FEAR I TREAD.
AND THERE'S NO LIFE LEFT INSIDE, ONLY PAIN AND SORROW...
BUT NOW IT SEEMS IT'S NEVER.
THROUGH ETERNITY I MAY ALWAYS BE ALONE...
THE PAIN IS FELT DEEP INSIDE.
THIS TRUTH CAN'T BE DENIED.
FOR, THE TWILIGHT HAS NOW ECLIPSED MY SOUL...
FELT BY MY FEARS.
CONSUMED BY MY TEARS.
OH, HOW THE DARKNESS DEEPLY UNFOLDS...
THE UNDYING SORROW.
THERE IS NO TOMARROW.
FOR, ALL OF MY WOE IS NOW EXPOSED...
THE LAST REMNANTS OF GRACE.
AT LAST! IT FADES AWAY.
FOR, IM LEFT SO BROKEN AND SO HOLLOW...
THIS EMPTY VESSEL IS DEAD.
THROUGH THE WAKE OF FEAR I TREAD.
AND THERE'S NO LIFE LEFT INSIDE, ONLY PAIN AND SORROW...
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This song will be on one of my newest albums called "THE DARKENING" It is a wonderous masterpiece, so dark and melodic...this song truly belongs in my archive of lyrics... hope it suizs my fans out there.
this song the whole of the album is based upon the pain a woman put me through. unlike the album"SOWING THE SEEDS OF TORMENT" which i write both albums in the past couple of months... ;)
nothing
Nothing in wanting to hear your views
I thought nothing of what happened
Come see the walls of my heart
Nothing except your name written
People know me by your name, e disloyal
What celebrity is kamal nothing else
I thought nothing of what happened
Come see the walls of my heart
Nothing except your name written
People know me by your name, e disloyal
What celebrity is kamal nothing else
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Posted: Sep 2014
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iam without love
iam without love i been lonely to long i just been sad all my life its just been hard cant find girl that will be the one who will love me so i made up a song and called it loney without love yep thats me just alone no love here my heart without love
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
about being sad without loveLost love
Once upon a time I had a love to share,
I still recall the sweet smell of your scent,
you always said you wanted someone to care,
I never lied to you and my loving you was my intent,
To feel the pulse of love trembling on your skin,
to caress and hold you so close to me,
the kaliedoscope of colours you gave to me within,
how was I to know all was not to be,
How my heart ached when you went away,
such fire of passion created within my hearts spark,
I really loved the twinkle of your eyes play,
all thats left now is this icy cold dark,
Memories of looking at your face,
eyes of green with a glistening dew,
the way you moved, oh so much grace,
my love was yours, it was just for you,
The fairy tale of romance that shook us alive,
we sprinted along that golden path,
those sweet lips and precious smile,
and how you had such a throaty laugh,
Gone now are those heady days,
it has been a very long time since our last embrace,
I thank you at least for loves short stay,
even in my dreams my fingertips of your face do trace.
I still recall the sweet smell of your scent,
you always said you wanted someone to care,
I never lied to you and my loving you was my intent,
To feel the pulse of love trembling on your skin,
to caress and hold you so close to me,
the kaliedoscope of colours you gave to me within,
how was I to know all was not to be,
How my heart ached when you went away,
such fire of passion created within my hearts spark,
I really loved the twinkle of your eyes play,
all thats left now is this icy cold dark,
Memories of looking at your face,
eyes of green with a glistening dew,
the way you moved, oh so much grace,
my love was yours, it was just for you,
The fairy tale of romance that shook us alive,
we sprinted along that golden path,
those sweet lips and precious smile,
and how you had such a throaty laugh,
Gone now are those heady days,
it has been a very long time since our last embrace,
I thank you at least for loves short stay,
even in my dreams my fingertips of your face do trace.
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Well yes it does take time to let things pass no bitterness ever lingered just the bewilderment of it all and like sweet Marikia always says it will heal.
Testament of?
Testament of Life:
snapshots,
hundreds of split-seconds
when the eyes glazed over,
when the hair stopped it's growing,
when the nails froze in fingertips,
the blood hung suspended
in it's vessels.
Testament of Life:
a split-second's death
to live forever
in something called
a print.
A paparazzo life:
I shoot therefore I am.
Why does life need testament
of life?
We disbelieve it
even as we live it.
Testament of Life?
My dreams.
The dreams which I write down.
The dreams which I can relate
each morning with a solemn face
inventing as I go.
Testament of Life:
that we could meet for the first time,
open our scars & stitches to each other,
weave our legs around
each other's patchwork dreams
& try to salve each other's wounds
with love.
(I am not sure at all
if love is salve
or just
a deeper kind of wound
I do not think it matters.)
Testament of Love?
I imagine our two heads
sliced open like grapefruits,
pressed each half to half
& mingling acid juice
in search of sweet.
I imagine all my dreams
sliding out into your open skull,
as if I were the poet,
you the reader.
I imagine all your dreams
pressed against my belly
like your manhood
singing into me.
I imagine my two hands
cupped around your life
& stroking it.
I imagine your two hands
making whirlpools
in my blood,
then writing in it.
I have no photograph of you.
At times I hardly can believe in you.
Except this ache,
this longing in my gut,
this emptiness which theorizes you
because if there is emptiness this deep,
there must be fullness somewhere.
Is life a wound
which dreams of being healed?
Is love a wound which deepens
as it dreams?
Do you exist?
Testament:
these poems in which
I have been conjuring you,
this book which makes your absence palpable,
these longings printed black.
I am exposed.
I am a print of darkness
on a square of film.
I am a garbled dream
told by breakfast-table liar.
I am a wound which has forgotten
how to heal.
& if it wasn't love,
if you called me now
across the old echo chamber of the ocean
& said:
"Look, I never loved you."
I would feel
a little like a fool perhaps,
& yet it wouldn't matter.
My business is to always feel
a little like a fool
& speak of it.
& I am sure
that when we love
we are better than ourselves
& when we hate,
worse.
& even if we call it madness later
& scrawl four-letter words
across those outhouse walls
we call our skulls,
we stand revealed
by those sudden moments
when we come together.
Testament?
Or was it just my dream
waltzing with your dream?
My nightmare kissing yours?
When I awakened....
did I walk with a Jacob's limp?
did I sing a different song?
did I find the inside of my palm
scarred as if
(for moments) it held fire?
Did my blood flow as river water flows
around a tree stump,
crooked, with a lilt?
What other testament
could there be?
SAS
snapshots,
hundreds of split-seconds
when the eyes glazed over,
when the hair stopped it's growing,
when the nails froze in fingertips,
the blood hung suspended
in it's vessels.
Testament of Life:
a split-second's death
to live forever
in something called
a print.
A paparazzo life:
I shoot therefore I am.
Why does life need testament
of life?
We disbelieve it
even as we live it.
Testament of Life?
My dreams.
The dreams which I write down.
The dreams which I can relate
each morning with a solemn face
inventing as I go.
Testament of Life:
that we could meet for the first time,
open our scars & stitches to each other,
weave our legs around
each other's patchwork dreams
& try to salve each other's wounds
with love.
(I am not sure at all
if love is salve
or just
a deeper kind of wound
I do not think it matters.)
Testament of Love?
I imagine our two heads
sliced open like grapefruits,
pressed each half to half
& mingling acid juice
in search of sweet.
I imagine all my dreams
sliding out into your open skull,
as if I were the poet,
you the reader.
I imagine all your dreams
pressed against my belly
like your manhood
singing into me.
I imagine my two hands
cupped around your life
& stroking it.
I imagine your two hands
making whirlpools
in my blood,
then writing in it.
I have no photograph of you.
At times I hardly can believe in you.
Except this ache,
this longing in my gut,
this emptiness which theorizes you
because if there is emptiness this deep,
there must be fullness somewhere.
Is life a wound
which dreams of being healed?
Is love a wound which deepens
as it dreams?
Do you exist?
Testament:
these poems in which
I have been conjuring you,
this book which makes your absence palpable,
these longings printed black.
I am exposed.
I am a print of darkness
on a square of film.
I am a garbled dream
told by breakfast-table liar.
I am a wound which has forgotten
how to heal.
& if it wasn't love,
if you called me now
across the old echo chamber of the ocean
& said:
"Look, I never loved you."
I would feel
a little like a fool perhaps,
& yet it wouldn't matter.
My business is to always feel
a little like a fool
& speak of it.
& I am sure
that when we love
we are better than ourselves
& when we hate,
worse.
& even if we call it madness later
& scrawl four-letter words
across those outhouse walls
we call our skulls,
we stand revealed
by those sudden moments
when we come together.
Testament?
Or was it just my dream
waltzing with your dream?
My nightmare kissing yours?
When I awakened....
did I walk with a Jacob's limp?
did I sing a different song?
did I find the inside of my palm
scarred as if
(for moments) it held fire?
Did my blood flow as river water flows
around a tree stump,
crooked, with a lilt?
What other testament
could there be?
SAS
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
This poets declares she has given up on love, do all posts create this thing called love in their minds, in their heart, do poets fall harder?A Rambling
When you’re anchored by your heart and you don’t know where to turn
You know from within yourself it’s her loving and touch, that you so yearn
Your life just seems so empty and hard, that you wonder why you even try
These lonely days and dreaded nights that you wish, you could, just die
I've been here before and survived, so why does it now seem so hard
Could it be that my heart, is finally broken, or just incredibly scarred
How can loving one woman, leave me so weak, broken and wrong?
What happened to my inner strength, it has been gone for so long?
Should I give up trying, and just accept there’s nothing there to get
Tell my emotions to turn themselves off and allow me to just forget
Or do I go on searching in the hope that one day a love I’ll share
Could wanting to be part of something going to cause me more despair
For now I’ll just sit and ponder and allow time to mend my heart
Then when I am feeling so much better than perhaps again I’ll start
To seek out yet another lady whom may think we are worth a shot
Perhaps maybe I should leave well enough alone, before I lose the plot
I know I'm so lonely and truly sad from deep within my own hearts core
Surely I must be nothing but a fool, wanting to go back for some more
Maybe if there is any justice God will take me as I rest in sleep one night
Then he himself alone can judge me, then tell me who was wrong and right …
You know from within yourself it’s her loving and touch, that you so yearn
Your life just seems so empty and hard, that you wonder why you even try
These lonely days and dreaded nights that you wish, you could, just die
I've been here before and survived, so why does it now seem so hard
Could it be that my heart, is finally broken, or just incredibly scarred
How can loving one woman, leave me so weak, broken and wrong?
What happened to my inner strength, it has been gone for so long?
Should I give up trying, and just accept there’s nothing there to get
Tell my emotions to turn themselves off and allow me to just forget
Or do I go on searching in the hope that one day a love I’ll share
Could wanting to be part of something going to cause me more despair
For now I’ll just sit and ponder and allow time to mend my heart
Then when I am feeling so much better than perhaps again I’ll start
To seek out yet another lady whom may think we are worth a shot
Perhaps maybe I should leave well enough alone, before I lose the plot
I know I'm so lonely and truly sad from deep within my own hearts core
Surely I must be nothing but a fool, wanting to go back for some more
Maybe if there is any justice God will take me as I rest in sleep one night
Then he himself alone can judge me, then tell me who was wrong and right …
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
something I wrote one night when I was half way between feeling lost and disillusioned ......LOVE
LOVE TO REMEMBER, LOVE SO TENDER, LOVE THAT I CARED FOR ,LOVE THAT I CRYED FOR , LOVE THAT I LAUFH FOR, LOVE THAT I WILL LAUFH AGAIN FOR ,LOVE IS , LOVE IS, LOVE IS EVERTHING AND NOTHING ,BUT WITHOUT LOVE , WE ARE NOT LOVE , WE ARE NOT,,,,,TERRY
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
DONT KNOW IF I AM A POET ,CANT SPEEL WELL ,OR EVEN KNOW ABOUT POEMS , BUT THINGS COME INTO HEAD AND I JUST SAY IT ,THANK YOUPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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