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Fireworksmy sky is never empty. the
stars keep me company at
night, and whisper to me
the presence of the moon,
my sky is never really
even the cold breeze in
the morning chase away
the clouds to let me meet
and the sun seems to renew itself
everyday,its rays enlighten a part of
my sky is hardly ever empty.
although some days, like
the wind captures all my senses
and reminds me that there are
dances of which i can never
and all i try to do is constantly
imprison my sky in
Civil War-What's wrong?
-I'm trying to save myself.
-I'm trying to save myself from you.
-What's going on?
-It's simple.. She laughs nervously. You're just too beautiful.
-And how is that a problem to you?
-The problem? The problem is that your eyes shine all the time yet never speak. I can never read you. I can never know how you feel. I can never translate your reaction. You're always indifferent. And it's frustrating, intriguing and breathtaking all at the same time.
The problem is that I can talk to you for hours without having to say anything, without having to impress you. I could tell you lame jokes that wouldn't make you laugh,
Please.. tame meI can see you looking deep down into my eyes, and I know you want to read me.
Sometimes I think you fear knowing me. You fear discovering me. But baby, you know Im transparent, you know Im predictable, I know you can see me.
But I scare you, dont I?
So you pretend Im something Im not. You pretend Im greater than I really am.
I can be selfish as much as I can be selfless baby. I can be demanding as much as I can be giving.
I know you like the challenging side of me, and you forget how simple it is to please me.
Baby, look at me. Im a shattered wreck wearing the happy mask all day long. And you
our skins don'tim waiting
do you know,
you, how to catch a dream? the
most beautiful dreams. the
biggest dreams? my sweet
reverie, you are housed in
just like a kept respiration, a
blurred look of life, a heavy tear.
and I start again.
like a soft touch of the soul, i still house you in me.
you wander, and after you im always running.
my forbidden dream i never want to lose.
and I wait behind
i am not a fragile personNothing changed outside, I think. The wind still blows against my tired legs, yet I don't feel the cold. Not anymore.
The bus passed. People piled themselves in it, all trying to find a place to carry them.
My hands. My hands hanged on freezing iron bars, while my feet stepped on others' .
Perhaps words don't have any importance. But they're important to me. Perhaps.
A word that is said to me resembles a look, a touch. And is not recyclable.
I lost my name today. I find myself with meaningless words.
Words of no meaning to anyone, but me.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More