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We pull apart
The petals
Of flowers,
And all
In the name
Of love.
But if it's true,
And our lover
Loves us not...
Do we become
The flower?
A little girl strides over,
Her face a river of tears
As she picks us up -
She begins to tear us apart,
Petals of an innocent white,
As she sobs in a saddened rage -
One by one, we're torn like skin,
Feeling the pain similar to that
Of the scars on her picking hands -
Carefully, we fall to the ground,
Splattered with our blood of life,
Put in the place of our murderer -
And as she finds her answer,
Realizing that he loves her not,
We are left to rot like a broken heart.
The petals
Of flowers,
And all
In the name
Of love.
But if it's true,
And our lover
Loves us not...
Do we become
The flower?
A little girl strides over,
Her face a river of tears
As she picks us up -
She begins to tear us apart,
Petals of an innocent white,
As she sobs in a saddened rage -
One by one, we're torn like skin,
Feeling the pain similar to that
Of the scars on her picking hands -
Carefully, we fall to the ground,
Splattered with our blood of life,
Put in the place of our murderer -
And as she finds her answer,
Realizing that he loves her not,
We are left to rot like a broken heart.
Literature
Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
Literature
Comme en terre
Magnifique
Merveilleux
Sublime
Superbe
Admirable
Des tombes
Où git
Le creux abyssal.
2/11/2013
A.Gernak
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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Inspired by forever-a-failure's poem "Crimson Kisses."
"We pick and kill flowers because we think they are beautiful"
I strongly suggest that you check out her poetry. It's wonderful.
"We pick and kill flowers because we think they are beautiful"
I strongly suggest that you check out her poetry. It's wonderful.
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