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RewindWhat is that nonsense?
Do you indulge in dreadful, dark feelings to know you are alive? Enjoy drifting and feeling meaningless and meagre? How easy it is to be small and helpless, hopeless, weak and timid and out of control. Reliance, dependence and desperation are delicious to you. It is out of your hands for the most part. If you cover your eyes it will go away and we can stop all this worry and nonsense.
One. Press the button. Two. Press another button. Three. Instructions end here. Stand on the edge and go no further. There is nothing beyond worth seeing.
PauseSearching for that tactile feeling in a world of distant separated conversation. Can’t find the words, the touch; the vibrations are not how I imagined them.
Lackadaisical, listless, lazy, meandering, less astray and lacking aspiration than to loop.
Ha ha ha. Losing. Life.
Misunderstood and without understanding of the consequences of inaction and inadequacy.
Fragile, frail, fractures are not a fear but an eventual certainty. What can you do about that?
That Rave feelingIn the dark.
In the cold still of the night:
The endless machinations
with seemingly no end in sight.
In the early morning hours when frost begins to bite...
There is a sound.
An ethereal, ephemeral sound,
Born in moments of pure energy and ecstasy,
Trained In the underground arts
and powered by sheer delight.
It is melodic
It will come within the moment
It will speak as if touching God
and understand your plight...
They call it music
(They call it hard trance)
I call it my love
(and it beckons me to dance)!
The musicThe music is you
The music is me
Don't think, don't predict
Let it flow through your veins
In rushes and cascades:
Pure vibrational energy -
A synergy of fury and passion.
Catch the beat
The music is who we are
And what we live for
Now drop the beat!
CornucopiaThere is nothing dark out here,
seemingly no place for it to hide
in this cornucopia of rolling hills and sunken valleys.
It was not the actions of a friend,
merely a reaction to this harsh and revealing landscape:
momentary longing for a hiding place -
something less than a total truth,
but more than a shaky lie based on a warped philosophy;
where were we really going?
What would we find when we got there?
The only certainty was
that all this nothingness gave one too much time to think.
Why not keep going? We'd just end up where we started anyway.
Time warpGaunt amorphous figures. Sway side to side up and down,
Their joints creaking and scraping in eerie unison
Bone against bone as skin stretches tight
beneath a barely extant second skin:
The sounds of the 80s
A rocky horror timewarp without the pleasantries of ghosts or transsexuals.
Asexual, metrosexual, androgynous.
Look the same, want the same, dance the same:
wheres your originality ?
It's time to go underground where the party's at.
AbominationA burning pillar strikes the moon,
the sun rays kill the cold.
The failure seldom leaves the room,
He is not as mature as he is old.
He is a burning pillar of rage;
a useless un-fecund sight.
Wisdom cannot not match his age
nor his failings be seen as slight.
He is the king of a falling world;
apathy his first knight.
For his sins, from Aegaleus, he is hurled
into unforgiving night!
Lie to youFailed synchronicity
I am below and she above.
False words are an atrocity
destroying worthless love.
I awake as she sleeps
mind awry with dismay.
He gives and she keeps
and burns our love away.
Veiled secrets thrive;
I sleep in my world of lies,
Truths cannot be alive
In a rage our love will die!
UnendingA lucent flower breaks the day -
wet with morning misery's tears.
All its brilliance on display
as a goddess to be revered.
It basks in the sun's hot fire,
swims in the warm sunshower,
struggles in the oppressive mire,
waiting dolefully for the evening hour.
The same flower slowly folds away
In the unsettled glory of dusk.
It will dress in the winter months
as an arctic seed of decay.
Kissing Is OverratedKisses are overrated
The way saliva would cling to my lips like they were laced with honey
Is nearly flu inducing
But I’ll do it for you if you’d like
Hugs are unbearable
The way arms reach around my figure and nearly make my soul sneak out through my teeth
Is almost vile
But I’ll do it for you if you’d like
Holding hands is insufferable
The way fingers would wrap around my own like the way a snake would constrict their pray
Is pretty unsettling
But I’ll do it for you if you’d like
Days growing longerHer eyes shine bright though shes miles away,
Every time I get to see her its a perfect day.
It's not really that easy it's sad but true,
But she's a thousand miles away and there's nothing I can do.
Every time I try to get a step closer,
I just loop back around like a roller coaster.
It's agony at night but surely worth the wait,
We get through with love and say fuck all the hate.
A life without you is no life I wish to see,
Cause it's really true, you do complete me.
Though life seems to stop us and put us down,
I'll never give up until I can spend my life with you around.
As we work towards each other the days will grow longer,
But no doubt our love will only grow stronger.
We can't give up until we are hand in hand,
and you wake up everyday knowing i'll always be your man.
If I FallIf I fall in love with you,
Like I know you want me to...
Will you treat me tenderly,
And give all your love to me?
I've waited a lifetime for you.
Could you be my dream come true?
Flesh and blood or fantasy...
Tell me what you are to me?
I've built up all these strong walls.
What happens if my fortress falls...
And I'm vulnerable to you?
Will you cherish my heart, too?
My eyes tend to deceive me.
My heart follows, willingly.
If I give heart, soul and mind...
Will you promise...to be kind?
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
I Miss YouI wish you were here.
Most days I wonder
If I will see your
Smile and dancing eyes..
You are different
Only seen by me
Underneath the surface..
You must miss me too.
Happy Half Year Anniversary!!!!!!!It's been half a year since the day
When skies of shadow faded away.
I thought I love, but I knew nothing
Until I met you and I stand here blushing.
True love exsisting in worlds apart.
Far by distance, but close at heart.
Flames of love and spirits of rapture.
Destined to live happily ever after.
Words can't describe how much you mean to me.
I love you so much that it simply goes on endlessly.
Not matter what they say, our love is true.
I feel warm at heart whenever I think of you.
Intertwined souls were always meant to be.
Whenever I'm with you, our hearts can run free.
Roses by any other name would be just as sweet.
Without you in my life, I just don't feel complete.
Common love, true love, and matrimonial flow.
I'll hold you close in my arms and I'll never let go.
Your beauty shines as bright as the love we share.
Flying higher and higher as rapture fills the air.
I'll do whatever it takes to make our dreams come true.
No matter how hard they try, they can't separate me and you.
Freya KnewMy heart is held by hands of love,
No goddess can be-spell better
No day can create more sunshine
Than that seen in lovers eyes
The day they met in starry skies,
Freya knew best the way we were
Forever star dusted and blessed by her.
If only you knew...If tonight I died and would never see
tomorrow’s light of day,
Just to hold you one last time would
Take the pain away.
If tonight I died and would never see
Tomorrow’s rising sun,
It would ease my heart to know that
You want to be the one
Who will be here, right by my side,
Until my time is through.
Just hold me tight within your arms
And let me show my love for you.
But, if you wake tomorrow and
Find my heart to be standing still,
Remember that even though my body died,
My love for you never will.
I Love YouI Love You
A smile that never touched the eyes,
Secrets hidden all by lies.
A wilting rose on window’s sill,
Hid the key to her withering heart.
Sadness and despair crept behind her,
Sapping strength from her by the hour.
Pondering her sanity,
She worries for her humanity.
Days turn to weeks,
Fortnights to years.
Dark things whispering in her mind,
Always bring her to tears.
Her voice, it fades,
Her parents are concerned.
If only they knew,
How much for an end she yearned.
Despite this she fights to smile,
Hiding her pain under every living mile.
It came when she couldn’t smile,
Couldn’t hide the pain.
That day she found the rose,
Along the window pane.
Pack in hand she left,
Tears running free.
“Away,” she whispered,
“To be a stronger me.”
She’d barely finished,
Feeling better but sick,
When she felt someone beside her,
Drop their binder with a click.
She looked up curious, thankful.
The figure sat back, quiet, confident.
Shying from the
Out of My MindLet me into your head,
And out of the cold.
Let me read your Italics
let me underline your bold
let me catch your rogue apostrophe's
and finish the thought you'd lost.
Let me brighten the dimmer corners,
And add back in the parts you tossed.
let me highlight your finest moments,
and praise you 'till the ink does fade,
Let me reread your Beginnings and endings,
and get to know the characters you've made.
Let me help you to tell this,
To bring this story to light,
Let me admire it from the inside,
With knowledge of the characters fight.
Let me polish these beautiful words,
Until the world sees how you shine...
Let me into your head, my friend,
So that I may get out of mine.
An eternityIt is the ugly stain on the wall
the scar which breaks her cheek
the murdered childrens call
evils tyranny of the weak.
It is the light burning the eyes,
the moons sad soft face,
the truth of a piteous demise,
bleeding arms restrained by lace.
It is a single strand of hair
floating gaily in the breeze
It is lusts infernal stare;
Love is a lovers disease.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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