Entera es la mano junto a
la otra
Entera es la noche cubierta
de rosa
Entero es mi aliento
que marca el momento
del amor entero
que por ti siento
Entera es tu gracia
cual fue mi desgracia
que a mi ser entero
dejo tu fragancia
Entera fue la noche
que me subie a un coche
porque despues de aquello entero
senti tu reproche
I will place my lips
An inch away from your ear,
And tell you,
All the things you've never heard,
But wanted to hear.
In the fast moving,
Fast spinning,
Fast turning world,
There are some people,
Who need to be reminded,
that they are alive,
And can walk in a straight line.
My warm breath,
Will brush down your jaw,
Up to your temple,
And and run across your eyelashes.
I don't know if you are listening,
Since your eyes are closed.
I will softly unwind the thread,
That has been spun around your chest,
So you may breathe.
Your chest expand,
And your eyes open,
When you gasp for breath.
And when you do,
My work will be
A man without feeling,
Didn't know the happiness and virtue in giving.
A man without feeling,
Was a sad thought.
No hand felt hugging his heart.
The butterflies in his stomach,
Never fluttered.
His eyes were never cleansed,
His heart never set free.
Stone lips
Never longed to join with another..
Cracked hands
Never felt the touch of other skin.
His smooth strong back,
Never felt a point of a single dagger,
That is soon stitched and forgot.
A man without feeling,
Lived in an ice bubble,
No warmth from him was exerted to melt an exit..
And no one was ever close enough.
To strike it.
Break it.
To set him free.
For the love of a kite,
That flies so high,
Gets lost in the wind,
And forgets its connection to the earth.
For it dreams,
For it streams,
Through the sky,
Through the sky.
So high and so free,
It makes itself believe.
Until the lighting struck,
And it realized that ,
In it's owners hands was its tail,
So they bled,
So they bled.
What a kite,
What a friend.
You flew too far,
You flew too high,
And thanks to that,
Your friend is dead.
So now his soul flies,
Higher than you,
And into deeper skies,
So you fall,
So he flies,
So he flies.
Raise a hand,
For the unwilling,
To raise their own,
And stand.
For those who's limbs are broken,
And their arms,
Bruised,
Battered and
Left with not a single token.
Unable to rise.
Bring a hold,
To the beastly acts of violence.
Light fire,
To the houses,
Who have screams,
Penetrated in the walls,
And dreams,
Within the stalls.
Where you can see,
Handprints,
Imprinted on the glass,
And just beneath it,
On half its size..
With double the blood,
And thrice the cries.
Torch out the memory,
And fight the living problem.
Raise a hand,
To hold the flying fist,
And grind it in the sand...
The beautiful melody arising from the dusty piano.
Hidden by the brown haze of a dusky dawn.
His hands,
Precious instruments,
Move in a mezmorizing dance.
With closed eyes,
He feels each key,
Knowing each one of them by heart,
And to them,
He does give his heart.
With his body smoothly swaying,
To the romance arising from the piano and dust.
His mind back in the past,
Of waltzes,
Of love.
As his little daughter sits in her chair,
Her too engulfed by the haze,
In a trance of her father's wonder.
Both in a world far lost,
Oh how she admires this man,
With his feelings flowing through the empty house,
With tears glittering
Who said I can't spend the night awake,
Walking on the cool tile,
And feeling the silence take harmony?
Who said the night is bad,
evil,
cursid.
Why must I be called insane,
When I sneek out to see the stars,
When I lay on the dew-filled grass,
Am I not allowed to love the night?
Is it a crime to want to live at night,
And sleep during the day?
Wicked witch I must be
To want such things!
Go up in flames I must,
She does not mutter a word,
Must be secretly casting spells.
Oh how little you know,
Of me,
Of my heart,
Of my nightly wonders ,
That are seen through my window,
Seen through my eyes.
Now you see why I turn away,
Red, red
A shade of red,
Oh what can it be?
Is it ment for you,
Is it ment for me?
On your cheeks,
On your lips,
On your shirt,
And on your fingertips.
Red, red,
What a nice shade of red.
This warmness I'd feel,
If it weren't
From a squeal,
From the lips of
The newly dead.
Red, red,
Beautiful red.
Don't let it be I
Next in your bed.
El eterno vacío,
Que véo al mirar el espejo,
Cual alma existía en mí,
Se ha desbanesido,
La vi hiendo se de mi anoche.
La vi,
Ay si como la vi,
Con una lagrima en su rostro,
Caminar fuera de mi recamara,
Por siempre,
Fuera de mi.
Me dió lastima,
No voy a mentir,
Al ver la tristesa
Que le hice sentir..
Me quede acostada,
Perdida,
Esa querida amiga,
Se me fué.
Y si esta leyendo esto le digo,
Perdón, no supe cuidar de ti...
Ya no,
No preocupéis mas por mi...
Rising sun
drifting clouds.
I clear my mind,
I clean my sould.
I lie beneath the great wonders of the world.
I breathe the unclean air.
What has this world come to?
What have we done to Mother Earth?
What a disgrace!
Now I lie beneath the dying world,
Dying away like Mother Earth...
Children laughing,
sunlight streaming.
Seems nice now but what about tomorrow.
Children crying,
darkness glooming.
Disaster, disaster, no matter where you turn.
No room for laughter,
no room for joy.
In this soom to be Disaster Zone...
Have you ever truly looked up at the sky?
and seen it endless ways
majestic beauty?
Have you ever looked at the trees?
seen how they unconditionally take the harm we do to them
experience their beauty?
Have you ever really looked at a child?
and seen how they mean no harm
but only love and wish to be loved as well
Have you ever truly taken a look at yourself?
felt your importance
seen that what you do affects not only yourself
seen how a simple sincere smile
can make a person's day worthwhile?
we should all look around us once in a while
and experience the great power of life
There is no need for hate, prejudice,
The GIrl behind the Window by PsychoTbb, literature
Literature
The GIrl behind the Window
A girl lies behind a window of broken dreams.
She is an empty shell,
waiting to crack.
Memories of undeserved hatred,
wanted love,
now haunt her.
The life on the other side of the window
she's always wanted.
This side though, is a living nightmare.
She is a butterfly
trapped in it's cacoon.
She feels no pain now,
she feels nothing
but the coldness dwelling inside her...
WIll anyone ever care?
We are all puppets on a string.
Unable to move on our own.
They cut our strings,
Ruin our lives, drive us insane,
Tie them back together,
But we are never the same.
I don't want to be a puppet,
Controlled in everyway what I do.
Don't let evil catch my strings
For I am afraid of what I can do to you.
Let me move on my own.
Let me move my strings.
The damage you do is obviously shown.
Give me wings,
Let me fly.
Please,
Please don't make me cry.
I don't want to be a puppet.
I don't want to be a fool.
Let me walk on my own,
Not sit with you upon a stool.
Remove me from your hands.
I don't want to live to regret.
You sicken
Darkness crept up behind me.
Knowing not when or how.
As I sit beside the black tree,
It wants to catch me, catch me now.
The blooming flowers turn to gray
As the sun stops shining
And gives away.
The tree is grinning,
Its evil grin.
Which reminds me of my deadly sin.
The novel in my hands turned to stone,
As so do my hands
And my every bone.
My goodness has vanished
With the paper I have signed.
Now darkness got me banished,
Banished from my mind.
The world is grinning,
Its evil grin.
The door to heaven is shining,
Shining shut for those who sin.
I once said, "How hard could it be?"
Until I realized,
Heaven wasn't made
Striving for the unreachable need.
All breathing on our deadly greed.
Broken hearts turned inside out.
Makes you want to scream and shout.
Put the knife down,
Blood and all.
Don't get down now and begin to crawl.
Shed the tear you kept inside.
Go away now, go and hide.
Families hopes gone down the drain.
Oh how that makes you go insane.
The scars on your knees are there to stay
And your eyes are nothing, nothing but gray.
Let the tears go.
Come on now, let them flow.
I'll cup my hands and take your tears.
Tears that show you, show all your fears.
You never took a caring hand.
Now you are drifting away just like sand.
I trie
Words on paper.
Words within.
I am so much safer
With the fake grin.
No one has seen my tears.
No one has heard me cry.
Only when my vision clears,
Can I start to ask why.
Sit in the room
With my knees on my chest.
They just assume
I'm in peaceful rest.
Words on paper.
Words within.
I am so much safer
With the fake grin.
A best friend
Is to me a question.
For no one can mend
This girl who had so much affection.
Thinking I was special
Was such a false lie.
Thinking I was essential,
But that's until I die.
Words on paper.
Words within.
My chances of feeling safer
Are growing so very thin...
My wings are nailed onto a wall.
Up a wall, so very high.
Now I must crawl,
For I can't reach the sky.
Crimson blood
Runs down my back.
Crimson blood
Is what I lack.
Unable to fly,
So harshly chained.
My wanting to cry,
Is all that remained.
This room so obscure,
Holds all I ever wanted.
This room so obscure,
Is going to leave me haunted.
My white wings
Are now turning grey.
This angel no more sings,
There is nothing left to say.
...Who took my wings.
Moonlight's gleam is such a beauty.
Reflecting off your eyes at night.
The sun is done with it's everyday duty.
Stay to see a wonderful sight.
Walk the street.
Feel the cool, gentle breeze.
Hear the crunch beneath your feet.
Walk, feel, breathe with ease.
This is your time to be alone.
To feel calm, lovely, and gentle.
The air is filled with a peaceful tone
And for many, a time to feel sentimental.
Moonlight may not be warm,
But soothes troubles away
That occur during every inner storm.
Storms that leave you with nothing to say.
The night may chill you bones,
But it comforts mine.
This child no more groans.
This child feels
Dazzling dancers
Red ribbon afloat
Masking paint
On their faces
Intriguing smiles
They incorporate their bodies
In the air
Spinning spinning spinning
Creating dreamy scenes
The show filled
With that crimson color
Their hearts
Impassive
Dead
Yet they ignite the scene
With that spendid color
Lost forever from their hearts
Their eyes look
Remote
Lost
Speechless angels
They seem
They're flying doves
At sunset
Flying majestically
Before the day is done
Dazzling dancers
Who took the life from their eyes
Taking the crimson from their heart
And placing it upon the wall
Decorating the scene
Dazzling dancers
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Current Residence: my brain Favourite genre of music: rockabilly, psychobilly, SOME punk Shell of choice: umm the Little Mermaid ones ^_^ i'd look sooo cool! lol Wallpaper of choice: anything beautiful and awe inspiring Skin of choice: the smooth kind Favourite cartoon character: Cosmo and Avatar the last airbender
Favourite Visual Artist
kangarooSTU
Favourite Movies
hmm that's tough.. Bambi!, Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within, anything with Anthony Hopkins!!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Social Distortion among others
Favourite Writers
Ze great Edgar Allan Poe
Favourite Games
Hide and Go Seek! lol
Favourite Gaming Platform
The World
Other Interests
Breathing, eating, learning, MuSiC!!! and writing.
I decided it was time to update this "journal" since the last one talks about me graduating.
well NOW, i'm a 2nd year Zoology major, isn't that GREEEEAT?! hehe i'm not on here half as much as i would like to and everything i write is a spur of the moment thing, a release that ends up in the trash :).
one day, one day i'll be baaaaaaaack.
tis all
I GRADUATED! Wooo hoooo oh yeah *dances around*
I'm excited to go to Cal Poly since there are more guys than girls there! Oh yeah, now that's what I'm talking about! Hahahaha well maybe since it's summer I'll be writing more poetry! Let's just hope shall we. 'Till then "ta ta"
Yup my life is boring. What a surprise! it's niether sad nor happy. Just like this journal thing a ma bobs. OH one last thing, my soultwin is hererererere!lol