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i tend to fall in love with the ones that don't love me back....
its happened again.
-O.
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N CHERRY AVE.
"I've mistaken our memories as dreams or mere imagination
It's easy to do so when he doesn't know what he's done. I walk where we once stepped, passing the roads we once sped down, free. Does he roam these very streets as I do, with our whisper of history following around? Does he remember the way I do? Does it hurt you the way I hurt? Left in his old town, his traces lingering everywhere.
shadows of who we once were, hand in hand escaping our worlds. talking of endless things
And how the rain enjoys its stay here, as i stand beneath.
"It's as if I've �� always known you"
Searching for me through the teardrops, you wrapped me in you instantly
To be young and dance in our adoration
To have you next to me became my greatest addiction.
the years grow upon one another, as our branches separate ways
His Cherry eyes have begun to fade as his smile no longer burns in my mind
everyone stranger has begun to be glimpses of him
Time has never been kind to us, stealing all my last pieces of you
Running to every avenue in hopes of seeing you
Fearful that he's already forgotten about me
"Next time, you'll be the one to take me around"
His last promise to me
the sun starts to set beyond the gray clouds and I carry the last of us with me. each embrace wrapped in the moment you parted from me. the first time, when you stood beside me and said hello. and the last, when you refused to look at me.
I hope you find someone to love
As I remember you, passing N Cherry Ave."
- signed, your old lover
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M A R C H
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the earth slowly blooms a new spring , and I am still.
could I ever fall in love again? . . .
life is moving on and the wind from it is almost blowing against as I round my corner
locking away my past or trying to heal from it was last winter's war .
Ive chosen to live for today, hoping for a better tomorrow
as the rain starts to settle, I feel my heart skip over and over, confusion creeping over me
I ask again , could this be the one? . . .
how to admit the fear in your stomach from digging up old senses of love? deja vu whispers to me once more. what it was once like to first fall and feel like you're soaring.
would I be able to let myself bloom?
the sun starts to peak through the grey clouds, and feel its rays spread kisses over my skin
I've been thinking of someone new all day
if the waves were to crash against us, could we stand still? shore being the home of the world's dreams. how wonderful would it be if everyone was free, like we could be. . .
to be a human is to be hesitant
to be a woman is to build walls around your heart
to have pain is to never forget the hurt
but our dreams prevailed all
come and find me
I dream to see what happens next, as the trees rebirth our ground and the air becomes light
tonight, under the moon, dreams will be the safety. and maybe, someday, me and him can walk together
- Opal
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"The Scorpion's Love Story"
-O.
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"Freedom Fantasy"
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"Freedom Fantasy"
what if I went away?
and if I left all I knew at the doorstep of yesterday. And I took my first steps towards tomorrow?
the sun would rise a new day, the world will wake up and I would be part of it
Could I do such a grand action? Would I be loved or loathed for it?
Would God protect me? Or would I fend for myself?
I ask these questions watching as the world rose and started to pass me by
"no no I couldn't, it would not be possible..."
the single seed of an idea has been planted in my mind...
what if I could? and what if I did go away?
Just how far could I get?
before I heard my mother calling after me
before my heart changes and I turn back around
before I realize there is no escape or running away
before I accept that this is where I must stay, forever and beyond
and I will never be part of the world, but a bystander watching from the outskirts
and I am still pondering from my window sill, as the sun rises a new day and the world wakes up
what if I went away?
- O.
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"When?"
my heart rate ran slow
my eyelids were heavy
nauseous, on my own two feet
as I stood in a pool of my own demise
I picked up the shears, cutting away at locks that once hung past my shoulders
with each snip, I anticipate that rush of relief
that never came
I layed down, holding my knees to my chest
inhale... remember to do that
exhale... do it again. I remind myself, fearing i'm starting to forget
i can't seem to remember much
i took a deep breath
inhale
hold
i let it run down my throat, into my lungs
exhale
i choke, the burn from the smoke killing against my throat, waiting to feel lighter
i fell deeper, i felt weaker
i scratched, my nails dug in my skin
a little bit harder, a little bit faster
until i break my skin, hoping to relieve the brewing itch
and i showered. longer than i did the day before
i scrubbed my skin with deeply soaped sponges
i scrubbed until my skin was raw and red
i let the water burn my skin
and i scrubbed
and i felt dirty
and then i closed my eyes
not to rest, not to dream
to escape, is what i desired
what was found was not the escape i longed for
i fell into my own hell
my mind playing cruel tricks on me
taunting me, as i chased for a true escape, freeing myself from torment
i saw glimpses, of one's memories
not of my own, but of another
not someone i recognize, she was from the other
i watched as she smiled, while i cried
as she strutted while i ran
her eyes wide
my own rolling back into my head
and hatred brewed
pure envy
intense feelings for someone i did not know
how much i'd kill to be you
so when?
when will i be free?
free me of this hell, this torment
these thoughts hurt more than a hundred blades could
this day feels heavier than the last
this night succumbs me more and more
when?
my skin bled as my lungs burned, my eyes sore and my head hung low
a thousand pounds of weight stood tall on my shoulders
the weaker my heart grew
will there be a when?
the day i remember to breathe
when relief is brought to me as my eyes were wide
or do i wait? for the sweet song death has played blissfully in my ears?
a sorrowful tune, anticipating it's grand orchestra?
will that be when?
when i no longer tell myself to breathe?
when it's not needed
no scratching, bathing, or smoking could fix
when the shears cut just a little bit more than my dark dead locks
is that when?
death stands on the doorstep
silently and patiently
with an open hand, drapped in the fortnight's shadow
peacefully ready to fulfill the plan
to take me to the next land
so when?
do i sign on the dotted line
my life and soul away
my body withers and falls, finally
and I've reached the truest escape of all
when shall that be?
do i wait or take the leap to my own victory?
the girl laughed
i wailed
time makes its own run, while i think
do i stay? and wait for my turn? when my days become of what it was, as it was?
or do i make my final goodbye
of what's left
when?
when will i decide?
when do i go?
when will it all come back to me?
when can i become her?
when will my torment end?
when can i finally escape?
and so i ran
to the ends of the earth
over and over again
to find myself back to the start
when? when does it end?
- O.
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"Mi Vida, Mi Vida, Mi Vida"
Under his gaze, I unfold
My hidden treasures and secrets, my undenying addictive aura
wanted each taste of him too
Given the chance, there is much I could do
Law and Nature forbade any form of a rendezvous
Nonetheless, he desperately wants to paint me over with black and blue
Under my spell, I could have him
Kissing my cheeks softly was no longer enough
Our high walls grew so slim
Closer, and closer, he inched and crawled
His heart was now in my hostage and cuffs
I wanted his love all over me
I built our dreams, my fantasies overtaking my sanity
In roses we' d lay, hiding from the forbidden world, rolling in our euphoria and embrace
In a room full of venomous men, he stood tall, coming to to hold my hand
No mind was ever paid to me, yet his very eyes persisted to search for my essence
And my time became more impatient
"Mi vida, Mi Vida, Mi Vida" he wailed, tears overflowing
How tortured he felt, forced to go about the world without my love and lust
My old man, sweet and kind, only wish to bless me with tenderness..
how could he have known I had none of my own?
A man, he truly is
He walked with respect and manners, he saw me for who I was
The first to touch me delicately, and spoke the love language of my spirit
Standing so close, my stinger will strike him knowing he desperately wished so
He'd call me "pretty" finally, begging to toss it from his tongue
And we'd hide in the forsaken shadows, away
from the temple and the father's eyes, pouring into one another
Until tomorrow and ever, I sit quietly
Rocking my graced feet back and forth ever so
skillfully
Flowers embellishing my hair, my fruitful disguise
Wanting me became something he could not hide
Under me, I'd have all of him
And he'll take each part of me
He was too sweet for his own self.
How could he have known, I was destined to ruin him?
- O.
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"Rosaline's Son"
I can feel you next to me
Violating my soft soul and twisting your special aura with mine
I know you hear my thoughts and play dance in my mind
As I do you
And now my question is, were any of those words true?
I let myself wonder if he was meant to break me...
Time was never our easy companion, two years sent us oceans apart. He doesn't recognize me and I don't recognize him. I sat next to him, pondering in our forsaken silence.
What went wrong?
How can love quickly change to hatred? How can I convince myself so deeply to believe I hate this love of you?
How can I unlock your hidden thoughts? How can I make you look at me?
I think he wanted to hurt me.
His sweetness was bitter
Pouring his affections into others, feeling his coldness and cruelty. How can he hold her and forget when he held me? I know he's thinking of me in the end.
"Can't you see
Hear me when I say I still stand here before you and after, waiting and hoping, praying you'd walk back in, kissing the ground with each step
Instead you hold the suspense hostage, never meeting my eye and convincing us we are strangers. You could not lie to the moon, she knew all the secrets. And the very blazing star shined into each cracks, no darkness reached. You know we are not strangers, found in some point of distant history, our souls were ours. We met in the middle, at a single split in time, where my life aligned yours, too brief than these eyes blinked. A quick and simple love blossomed, wisking away while time began to move again, stepping farther from us. You felt it too. Do not pretend you don't feel me, do not pretend that deep in the mellows of your mind and soul
It is me you want
It is me you set your wishes to. Knowing those eyes is reciting a told Bible verse, I knew it more than the back of my hand.
No amount of your continous deception and cruelty can take away from God's written will that your heart belongs to me. Our lives, now and past, have crossed. "
Blinded by my emotions, I could not yet see my words did no misery to him. And what I thought I witnessed...
He took a small chance to me...
I took mine to him...
He cowardly fell back into his ways, leaving me empty handed at his window sil. Walking away, reminding me I am not his first choice.
I knew he wanted to hurt me.
And I let him.
He denies his impossible desire
Shutting out all the world's possibilities, my mind reads to me.
"Can't you take and receive
The passion I have drained my well for you
Lend me a samaritan's hand and give me one last pity dance
Humor my soul and pumping heart once more
Save your deceives for some filler distraction. This will be my final call. But know this, by God's will and the universe's story, our lives have crossed, this life and the next, a tale as old as time. Know that the knot will be tied tightly in this one and in the next, despite your efforts. You are not the love of my life. I am yours, it was written to me by the Suns. I let you go rosaline's son. This will be our final ending to a silent love's destruction. May I find warmth in someone else's hands for this frigid heart."
Pouring me out for him, he stood untouched and tall before my near breaking body. I stared back, grasping at any chances left of my spirit and strength. I could not show him that he's broken me.
And I left straight away, my lover left lonely in the past pages
- O.
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"Stay with Me"
I wish he was the same as he is in my dreams
The look in his eyes, there was absolutely no deny, you couldn't even lie to the skies
He'd look to me with curiosity, carefulness, and love
I meet him every night, feeling like seconds to me
Flying across my mind with him by my side
"Stay with me."
I beg to hand his words back to him
He loves to break my heart, over and over again
Love me as you did when we were kids, true and kind.
Awake, he loves to hurt me, not by his hands but by his cruel heart
Refusing to look me in my eyes
Turning a cold blue shoulder to me
Forgetting all the things we once were.
Stay with me, don't go...
Give me a twisted piece of your affection
The very least I ask is to never forget me
Don't loathe me, even if you don't love me.
I'll sleep forever if it is him waiting for me in my dreams
I'll reside by him if I have to
I'll walk away forever if it means I can walk with his memory untainted
I'll die happily if he lays me down gently, even if I was slain by him.
Don't forget me. Stay with Me.
Opal
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"absolute love language"
The act of love, the choice to love deeply, to lead with love, to give love, to receive it.
It is the look of two souls, drawing to one another
Friends and so, hand intertwining with the other
A lovely distant memory close to the heart
A smile from a stranger
It is the love bite left on a shoulder
The Sun's first kiss to the clouds of the morning skies
The Moon joining the stars in fortnight.
How can dear Love do this, shining her bright light?
To what do we do owe her prescence, the greatest gift from above?
He told me he's never met anyone like me, his words understood the language of my heart
First love of our youths, our smiles reflecting well
Absolute divine love from God and to him, and to his son, and to his children
Mother said to be careful with my love, but I am overtaken and infatuated with you.
So this is love?
Is it always true?
It is not painful, it is not mean, it gives and nurtures, it is truthful, it is the greatest challenge of a gift.
She yelled to me, her life has been blessed with me
How do I enunciate my glee?
My arms wrapped her straight up, this must be
Love.
It is the churchbells after sunday service
It is the first slice of a dessert
It is the final rest before tomorrow
It is the paint strumming across our canvases
It is the memories and dreams dancing in my mind
Mother singing me to my slumber.
Love Love Love, special to thee
Does she know just how special she can be?
- opal
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"Impala Dream Rd."
She was Midnight Blue, through and through
Soaring with her felt like a speed breeze from heaven's angel wings
There was nothing she couldn't do.
Took us to where our wildest dreams lied
She kept revving, she couldn't stop, not even if she tried.
We smiled at her, thanking her for our ride
A kiss, she returned, promising to always abide.
Singing together, we laughed, knowing she'd crash us blissfully into our adolescence
Endless late nights calling our names
She couldn't wait to take to the stage.
On Dream Rd. , here we all go!
Far far and far away, no one knows.
Young and Free
We can always be, with she
Express away to the High way, we felt taller than the sky
Never let this moment die
Laughing as she drove us to above and beyond
This memories will always live on.
My dearest sweet, drive me all the way home
I'll lock up on my way out, no harm done
Until tomorrow, this night has just begun.
Free, we shall always be
Young, we hope to stay
Take me to my desired path, we're ready to glide on by today.
-opal
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"Candy Love!"
He was so so sweet
He smelled like the fresh ocean sea and vanilla cream
Talking to him felt permitted and almost wrong, in every right way.
Close to him was always miles away
But he was mine, always mine, only mine
"Don't worry, baby" sang like it was speaking to something inside us.
Now he stands at the end, his back to me, his hands no longer holding mine
He said forever, he promised me, with his sugar candy lips.
Sweet and Sour sour sour
His heart had completely devoured
My love was thrown to him and he has it, now and ever
With him gone, it felt so right, that it was wrong.
He spins me around and around in my dreams
Eating candy treats and ice cream with me, reminding me he's mine
Together forever, he said, only in here I said.
Cherry eyes and his honey soul
I begged and begged for more
He smiles
I awoke, and I cried.
Our love is sweet and sour sour sour
It had died
He wasn't so sweet when he was here
But in my deep mind and heart, he was ever.
My candy love slips and spins, snatches and rewards.
I love it. And I love you.
Until death do us part? Never.
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"My Special Stranger"
standing before me is something I can not recognize
this being, this aura, this space, all unfamiliar
what i once knew so well became a distant memory
and who are you, standing before me?
staring straight through me
unspoken and empty, as if you have nothing to give.
feeling as if I am at fault, I retreated
running back to the hills
hiding in my small comfort place
where our dreams and souls soared
time standing still
as I smile at what once was true, for me and you.
in these beating moments I saw so much and so little
i've felt as if I've been spat on
stared at in deep disgust
more than that, I am the nuisance.
it tore shamelessly and brutally in half, my heart, all over again
breaking into a thousand and one pieces.
you've taken my love, you've taken my compassion, I have nothing left to give.
so who are you? not like I once knew, you are someone new
my sweet love has long since been dead
devastation washing over me
there is nothing left.
slamming away into my shadows
you went and so did I.
my once intertwining soul, and now my sweet stranger
who are you?
what has happened to you?
-Opal
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"More."
she had hoped for more.
it was late, the lights beamed from all around, and the noise boomed in her ears
everything she had wanted
she had heard the sounds of joy, saw the embraces all around her, heard the laughter
everything you could expect from a night like this
yet the laughter felt sinister, and she felt ashamed
and the embraces were some she could only wish for, those sounds of euphoria felt dreadful on her end
'burden' is the word that came to her mind
the lights hurt her eyes, the noise was too much, it was late and she was suffocating
and she ran, ran, ran to where ever she found safety and quiet
only there is when she drowned, drowned in the sea of sirens and her own hatred
she felt envious, she felt little
'pretty' is the word that came to her mind
not in the reflection of her own but from what her dull eyes could see
what floated over her was something she hadn't felt in what felt like dreams ago, something she thought was dead and buried
and she wished nothing more to escape
there was no where to go but to endure the pain until it was over
she prayed to the lord above that it would be over soon
let it be over soon.
and as it all unraveled, coming to what seemed of an end, she stood still
the noise fell quiet, her blood stopped rushing, she could feel her eyes wonder off and her heartbeat slowly pump
a few moments of quiet before the true ending
it came, rushing out, and she fell
fell deep back into what she thought was gone
she trembled as it ripped out of her, over and over again, sobbing into the thin air, wishing this sick feeling would leave her heart
but it didn't.
the tears became permanent to her skin, and she laid there through the night waiting for it to end
her eyes were blurred and her mind scrambled with slurred memories of what occurred
and for what she desired the night was going to take her, she had hoped for more
maybe some other time.
- opal
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"eyes, only yours, never mine"
if i could draw your eyes, i would draw them a thousand times
they're indescribable, infectious, i wish everyone could see what i see
only your eyes could be so true
if i could write pages about them, i'd write books, never ending ones
i have never once in my life seen ones like yours, delicate, soft, wide and bright
they never fail to make me falter
i wish i could see them again
i loved the way they looked when you were off gazing to the side
or the way they lit up when you spoke about your passions
i've never seen them sad, but i'm sure they'd still find a way to stay beautiful through the tears
and they were the best in the sun
even on gloomy days, they still found a way to be bright
they never failed to stay beautiful
if i could keep your eyes in my life, i would
i'd find a way through the blocks in between us
the way your eyes would look at mine made me nervous, but now i'd give anything to look in mine again
just once
and the way i want them to
only your eyes are my favorite
i know what you thought of mine, you've never said but i can see through yours
they did you no trouble
i pray they find mine again, even if its not the way i want them to
if i could find the words to describe your eyes, i'd never stop speaking of them
so special, God if you just knew
your eyes are like no other
may they stay beautiful
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