Conflicts Of The Soul

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The pure hearted I was told I am
But look closely and you’ll see a scam

There is a white chalk line in my mind
Like the oceans that have’nt intertwined

Can a soul be split in two?
Or is it all me all along

The trail of steps I left, some were bright and some were dead
Can an angel have ripped wings and a red halo above their head?

I was created to love not to hurt
To clean their hearts from the dirt

But all I do is tame my ghoul and take the blame
It wasn’t me, or maybe it was. It’s all the same

Can a soul be split in two?
Or is it all me all along

Is it all me all along?

I am Not My Skeletons

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If I unfolded the dusty box
Will my face have a darker shade?
If I admitted for the sins committed
Can you still smile when you call my name?
I have changed, I have changed
I’ll beg and plead just look at me the same

Farewell My Land

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The sea broke its words at shore
For it couldn’t let go of the land
Your address Id run to,
But I can’t witness your smile
For then I’ll be the sea that holds the land
Forgive my cowardliness for I am at fault
But this heart can’t bare more cracks
I whisper a goodbye from far
As I travel the waters of this earth
With thoughts of my beloved land, my love

The Depth of Love

 

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Pen in hand, only darkness flow
Years and years were spent in snow
In one night, I said hello to a gorgeous man
Never thought you’d be part of my plan
You built an armor through crooked metal
Your heart id reach, but I must learn to wrestle
My heart was at ease when you were near
My laugh, a sound I’ve grown to hear
An ache, a longing, a wave of yearning
This pen in my hand, of love, it’s learning
Snow is melting for I have found the sun
Time to face you and your armor, I won’t run
I have yet reached the ground as the days flew
For I’m still falling into the depth of love with you
Our hearts are bare, our pulse quickens
On your heart, my strings tangles and thickens
If harm was an arrow and you were its aim
My heart id tear to shield you from the pain
After all these years, who would’ve known
I’d be loved by him and can call him my own

Remedy

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They spoke of the land beneath the sea
Of its beauty that equally measures of thee
My eyes search for the beautiful shades of brown
For the delicate smile of a king that is worthy of the crown
Hands that search for thy hands to grasp
For in them peace floats within and I finally at rest
The overflowed blood has dried and the wound seized to exist
For in your touch my dear, there is a remedy that I cannot resist

 

Hollow Lies

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Ropes made of vows were torn
New untold stories were born
Water full of filth were hard to swallow
Thorny road weren’t meant to follow
Shots of honesty were given
I am clean don’t throw me in prison
Vile whispers are roaming the kingdom
The Knights held the red flag with wisdom
A deceiving victim grips the knife of vengeance
A vision of the past shoved aside with no resemblance
The vessels don’t grieve for their ghosts
Took their pride and lies and sailed with their boats

The Consequences of Love

I waved to my fears a goodbye as I entered the sailing boat
Never thought it would sink and the water would dance in my throat

Sweet Serenity

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In feverish nights
In ticklish fights
Where the strength of a warrior is sniffed out
In a doubtful life
In a faithful knife
Where the sanity of a girl is dimmed down

An angelic voice it was at first
Mixed with a flavor of sweetness and humor
It gradually shuts the demon’s thirst
A drug or a cure, he could be for her tumor

The sweet voice planted its seed
In a mind that was taught to bleed
It bloomed into hope, joy and shelter
Things he gave her in the shape of a sweater

When the feverish nights arrive
When the ticklish fights thrive
When her life shivers in doubt
When the knife demands to shout
That’s when she picks up the sweater
Sending out a prayer and gratitude for her shelter

 

Unforgettable Lessons

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Sorrow the hungry beast
Roars and seeks to feast
My weary flesh reeks of fear
Demons that yell and cheer
A rusty leg that’s been swallowed
An escape I attempt but it followed
As it chewed on my brittle bones
It dismissed all my loud groans
It left once it was stuffed and pleased
Kept me alive but shredded and diseased
Thus I lay petrified along my torn pieces
In my mind I carve the lessons sorrow teaches

Falling For The Sun

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Greed grew within my rib cage
For I have fallen for the warmth of the sun
Time and distance left me with rage
For they took thee and I began to run
Shadows I followed that stole my age
Of other lands and seas I am envious from
Wishing to be part of the audience of thy stage
For within these bones and thorns are a loud drum

The Unspoken Words

If my heart had a tongue of its own
It would speak of the love that has grown
For it was fed by the hands of the pure

Of darkness & sorrow, those hands endure
Yet defeat never claimed your brave soul

Taught me that even fire can lighten a tarnished coal
A lesson of gold was given through tenderness 

That quelled the treacherous worms from existence 
If my heart had a tongue of its own

It would speak of the lover that became my home
This genial home, of you, I long to hold and rest

I dream to be a host, a nightmare it is if I remain a guest
If you sent yellow roses, in crimson color I’d paint

For I can’t just be a friend, a yellow rose that would faint
In this city, they seek the illusion of perfection

But we all have our black dots that ache for connection 
If my heart had a tongue of its own

It would speak of the fervor that pierced my bones 
For your honeyed words and benevolent actions

Were a flooded fuel that created a blazing passion 
Surrounding my heart, solid wooden trees stood as fences

But to ashes they turned and bowed leaving me defenseless 
As the luminous moon that hangs upon us turns black

The direction of the light you point, for it leaked through the crack 
If my heart had a tongue of its own

It would speak of your name carved on my stone
The stone that I cleaned then neglected

For the previous name of pain he reflected 
Your warm smile held this jagged edged blade

In a slow motion the tool embraces the stone and engraves 
A gloomy rusty stone polished by a series of tragedies 

It became a ruby with a stroke of felicity, the sweetest of remedies 
If my heart had a tongue of its own

It would declare its love to all the unknown
For my emotions twirls and hurls within the space of my heart 

Like a brush splattering its colors of love to create an art 
Within my stomach there aren’t any butterflies

But a fist sized heart that fell then shall rise 
These are the unspoken words that my heart would yell

But it has no tongue of its own, thus it pounds and swells

My Sweet Spring

Winter snuck up on me
In an avenue filled with Willow trees
Not a voice to be heard, thus I sing
For in my words, there is thee, my beautiful spring