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Until My Heart Breaks

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 21:45:56 GMT

Icicles and snowflakes sing my lullabies
as I stare into another day with darkly circled eyes
Remembering the way I once melted to see your face-
and suddenly, I find my dreams...in my memory's embrace.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:40:32 GMT

Today is
The shortest day of the year, they say.
I bet they've never been held captive by
Your eyes, spending one eternal minute
devastated by your snow-white smile.

To Those That Care - Update Since That Day

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 19:30:59 GMT

I've been doing alright.
I went to the police that day, after you all offered your opinions and sentiments toward my well-being. I'd forgotten that people that don't even know me could possibly care for me. But I'm so thankful that you did. They haven't caught the guy, and I guess I couldn't help them as much as they would have liked, but I've let go; at least, of the worst of my pain. I can't do anything to control it or make it "unhappen." I can only live the life I've got left and realize that it wasn't my fault. Right?
My gift was stolen. Which means that I still have that specialness of giving it away one day. And he didn't steal my first kiss. That's still all my own. I'm getting over it, especially now that I know there isn't any lasting damage. I went to get examined: no STDs, and as of two weeks ago, no unplanned baby either. I was terrified for a very long time. I'm sorry I didn't update you all....I had to go through those five stages of grief first. But you all helped me through the denial stage.

Thank you for being blessings to my life. Now, proceed to read a poem of mine, if you will. =]

Silver Masterpieces

Colder days and
Longer nights perfume
The air with tales of
Sprites, of winter fairies
Guiding snow to rooftops,
Fields, and hearts below.
The flakes of crystal
Flutter down upon each
January town
And in their wake, the
Fairies sigh and bid their works
Of art goodbye.

Shards Of Stars

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 20:22:54 GMT

When thoughts corrupt and words deceive,
When lies are told and husbands leave,
When boyfriends' fists meet girlfriends' faces,
When murderers leave naught but traces,
When silence means he gets away,
When sounds of gunshots start your day,
When children commit suicide,
When mom is drunk and you can't hide,
When your best friends are razor blades,
When you're raped and music fades,
When life is filled with all these pains,
When all else fails,

THEN LOVE REMAINS

Today

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 13:09:22 GMT

I'm thankful for the hardships that are blessings in disguise,
I'm thankful for the friends I have that open up my eyes,
I'm thankful for this day that represents our freedoms, first
But I'm thankful that, for all my pain, I've never seen the worst.

I'm thankful for the people that I've never met before
That care so much about me, and remind me I've got more
Love and good intentions than I'll ever really know
And for all the people that think I'm strong and often tell me so.

I'm thankful for my family, for my God, my life, my friends
Though this list is short, the real list I have never truly ends.

I'm so blessed. Thank you, Lord.

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 23:38:31 GMT

Does anybody get it? Does anybody care?
That poem meant something.

I. Was. Raped.

And I'm scared and I need some advice so until I can talk to my psych, somebody, please, just let me know you CARE!

I'm Confused And Hurt And Scared

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:38:11 GMT

You took me
from me

when you were done
there were tears on your face

you threw a twenty dollar
bill at me
and said

There's a cab outside for you.

I'm so sorry.

And while you walked away
and I recovered
the ability to speak

I couldn't say anything.

You took me
from me

and I wept.

Halloween Poem!!

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 19:16:14 GMT

October 31st

'Tis the night of jack o'lanterns
'Tis the night of eerie bats
'Tis the night of ghoulish goblins,
Fiendish mummies and jet-black cats.

'Tis the night of screeching witches
'Tis, tonight, All Hallow's Eve,
'Tis the night of Frankenstein
It's a night of make-believe.

'Tis the night of trick-or-treaters
'Tis the night of candy corn
'Tis the night when zombies chant
And the dead are all reborn

'Tis the night of caramel apples
'Tis the night of misty ghosts
'Tis the night of Dracula's return
And longer fangs he boasts.

'Tis the night of ancient Druids,
'Tis the night of Satan's spawn
'Tis the night when dead things rise
And play 'til break of dawn.

'Tis the night of superstition
'Tis, tonight, backwards thirteen
'Tis the night of hags and witches
With a ghastly hue of green

'Tis the night without a moon,
'Tis the night of darkest black
'Tis the night of haunted houses
Where ghoulish fiends attack

'Tis the night of crawling spiders,
'Tis the night when dead have power
'Tis the night when demons rise
For the freakish haunting hour...

'Tis the night of powdered doughnuts,
'Tis the night of severed hands -
'Tis the night of vampires
Returning to their homelands

'Tis the night of apple cider
'Tis the night of things unseen...
'Tis the night of fear and fright,
For it is

HALLOWEEN!

Do You Remember Now?

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:02:37 GMT

Thirteen years ago, your eyes in mine,
Neither of us imagined that you would be
on the other side of my radio, singing
the lyrics that I helped you write
to millions of people, the message so personal
without so much as ever feeling your breath
on their shoulder, your warmth on their skin,
your lips placed so sweetly on their cheek...

They don't know your middle name ((it's all over my 4th grade notebooks))
and they don't know your eyes aren't blue ((they make you wear contacts))
and they don't know that you were my first love ((and only, if you believe that..))

but most of all, they don't know that your words
aren't for them, for anyone else, because they
were meant to be a personal contract, between you
and the sheets

and me

Myself At Thirty-Eight

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 23:55:30 GMT

She sits silent, with a steaming-hot cafe-au-lait in her hands,
sipping away the five hours of sleep she lost last night
while dreaming of a never-met lover's kiss...
in a small cafe in Paris, she picks up her pen
and writes down all of her unsaid words, some in
Francais, some not...
Francis Cabrel serenades her with the beginnings
of autumn and the reminder that she has no other to share her
echarpes pour deux

She watches as an elderly gentilhomme guides his
petite sweetheart through the front door,
a bell chiming as if to reminisce their wedding day -
that is how in love they still appear...
and they walk with arms linked, taking
all the time in the world to find a suitable and
romantic seat, silent in voice but exuding
romance, sensuality, and love with every dance-like
step they take...and when they sit and stare into each others'
eyes and she hears his soft, delicate, age-shaken voice
whisper ever-so-lightly Je t'aime to his amoreux... ... ...

In the middle of the most romantic city on earth,
inside the small cafe she only dreamt of
owning when she was seventeen and a big-hearted dreamer,
listening to a song in the most beautiful language she can imagine,
she realizes that she has,
against her own will,
dwelled on a dream and forgotten to live.