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Arayza

PostPosted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:17 pm


http://allpoetry.com/poem/6277068


http://allpoetry.com/poem/6410603



Amputated moments.

a life dislocated.

in constant pivot,
all direction is lost.

When the worst is all you've got,
and your heart is empty spaces

the only thing left is to wander
and ask am i this way or

is there something missing?  
PostPosted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:18 pm


No Better

I'll whisper in my dreams for a better day.
in hopes they'll love me enough to stop hurting me.
But life isn't that way, and tomorrow is no better than today.

and when reality is worst then the lies that had broken me,
piece by piece I'll see in the reflection of my hands whats left of me:
an empty face and an swallowed heart with silly dreams.

It's these stubborn hopes that kept me from empty
but closer to all that hurts me.
Tomorrow is no better then today.
Its my hopes that trap me
like every other broken promise,
at first its so sweet, I cant resist
and its all I can do to believe in tenderness.

Life is not that way,
but the child in me, will always be the same
and more than my past, and more than my future
she is my now and she is more important than my pain
and more important than my time.

Tomorrow is no better than today.
That place, that child in everyone
is stronger than any reality or lie,
but oh so much softer too.

I''ll dream for better days of tomorrow
in hopes it will all stop hurting
but Life isn't that way,
Tomorrow is no better than today

Arayza


Arayza

PostPosted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:23 pm


Sand castle dreams


Fade into my sea
quivering like thunder
and dancing in thrashes
like the ghosts of winded sands dunes,
i'll cry like the strokes of lightning,
i'll paint a mirage on honest pages and
what you'll see is an enclosed vastness of oceanic chaos
and within the calm of my disaster
i am the lashing sand castle fighting the great Poseidon
I whip together my life in the middle of madness.
I'll struggle forever in hopes to create land for me to grow in
and the ground for my roots to be safe in.

My life is the sand castle in the ocean storm,
i am just trying to build my own island
and I can't understand why I cant be a mountain.  
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