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  Hold the time so it doesn't pass,  perhaps that way we can manage to understand who we are,  especially when we wake up under satin-made blankets,  and a ready-to-go me is no more available. It wouldn't matter how infatuated you are, in the end, they aren't coming back,  So is the end and birth of love, that mischievous thing  that sometimes we are slaves of, But don't you panic about it, even if you don't recognize it, Believe me when I say, it isn't worth it,  when it simply goes through life pecking at what it can and then we just away throw it.  See the sun over there, perhaps that's the only relief in life, What more is there to say when all around it is pervaded in lies, So don't try to convince otherwise, When you yourself have let me down, Countless times for the sake of your own crown.   Yes, we are slaves of love somehow, someway, Yet it can be smothered though not slayed, Since it seems endless And it energizes off even when it i...

  MORNING    The rain was tapping softly at the window of her room, as if it was gently waiting for her to wake up from her slumber. Slowly the piano music coming from her digital alarm clock started playing, softly and soothingly. It was as if the music was playing its tune to accompany the gentle rain outside. So peaceful. So ideal perhaps. She slowly started opening her eyes to the soft sounds around her and she noticed that feeling of waking up in peace, in such an ideally atmospheric moment. She stretched out while gazing at the window, at the world outside. The white curtains pulled to the sides would let her see the crystal of her window, with trickles of water running down, resembling little rivers of peace. The pine trees outside being showered and refreshed by the water, were slowly swaying rhythmically to the sides. They looked as if they were greeting her that morning. She smirked at this thought, at the marvelous simplicity and beauty of the rain, of thos...

  NO MORE I have forgotten so many things, Just a bunch of broken memories is all I have as I try hard to collect them, And they run through my fingers like water, as if escaping. Recue me, I implored, though the noose gets tighter and tighter without a hope. I look at my reflection in a broken mirror, And that reflection waves goodbye while my bloodshot eyes cry, Pushing me down into despair. From the past I try to collect my old self, this one being already broken by pain, And I stare at the stars though I cannot reach them, So I tighten the noose around, I failed to belong, and my home is long gone. Watch me as I slowly fall with broken wings, I cannot fly anymore, The castle crumbles down alongside with all I had, The steps adorned with flowers and glasses of wine are no more. Watch me as I cease, as I come to an existence halt and all around fades away.

  I – memory I saw myself wandering aimlessly through the streets of my mind, to the point where I got lost within myself. Being aware of such a situation is overwhelming and exhausting, just that I do not feel it in my body but rather in my soul which helplessly decays and squirms in pain. I still seem to be unable to fathom the existence of this cagey feeling of loss which envelops everything around, like an ivy trying to extend its reach to everything it can touch, perhaps with the aim of smothering anything around. I extend my arm as if trying to reach you, to sense you or even feel the touch of your silky skin, yet all I can find is emptiness, as if I have been taken away into the void. So, I return to my mind and once again I get lost. Perhaps that reality is much more merciful and forgiving than being broken into pieces just by not knowing where you are. I am barely able to remember the last time my eyes contemplated your extraordinary self with that rainy auburn hair ...

  HOPE AND I Swallow the memories I have as I gaze at the stars and hope, Destroy what is left behind and let me move on in this empty world, Let me be the shell of my old self as I trudge my way to solitude, And when my hour comes whisper in my ear the words I have never heard, Those words that no lips have uttered, except for the one who is not here anymore. Swallow me up from within til nothing is left, No trace, no light or shadow, just void and inexistence, For I tell you that being shackled up in this earthly bound prison is morbid, Is draining and uttermost painful. It is heavy in the heart and dark in the thoughts. Swallow me up and leave nothing, For indeed I have searched you yet so elusive you have been, And my heart is heavy, my body is heavy, and my eyes are dry, Can you not see? Eat my heart and leave nothing of it. I cannot dream anymore, for they have become ashes I cannot smile anymore for my mask is broken, I cannot be myself anym...