Miraquill
I might be in love
It may be real
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I felt a body before
But never like this
Your words light a fire in me
A smile gives rise to a thousand storms
And somehow
I find joy
Is it you
Your terrible voice of thunder
Your blinding light in sadness
Your deep abyss with mystery
I don't know
But I'm willing to see
how far your love takes me
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There is a light at the end of my tunnel
A star I focus on throughout my journey
It gives me motivation to stay on this perfect road
But some days...days like these
The star no longer shines and I forget where I’m going
Though I walk forward
The same direction the light was a week ago
I forget for a moment that I have a light shining the way
I feel the frustration of this journey
I burst into tears lost in darkness
Wondering if I’m walking in circles
Then a glimpse of it catches me
And I remember my light is still there
Though the view is dark and the path is slippery
I know I am still on the right path on this journey
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The Perfect Poem
There is no perfect poem
Especially for a lover as great as you
It’s hard to describe you
Immaculate? Amazing?
Beautiful?
These words are too limited
And they couldn’t dare touch the surface of your greatness
I don’t know how to describe your perfection
Or how to tell you how much I care for you
But I want you to know
I love you
And although there is no perfect poem
I hope this is enough
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A Pessimistic Pleasure
A senseless idea to manifest greatness
To promote a thought into tangible matters
It is hard to allow peace in a chaotic world
And to stand for righteousness in sinful matters
There is no point in your determination
For manifestation is the destruction of dreams
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It is never too late to change
A simple complexity can be turned off
Never to be imagined again
But if you change
Do it right
Not for the boy who sits two rows over
Nor for that friend who is always put together
Neither for the parent who criticizes what you say
But for the person in the mirror
Who wakes themself up everyday
For the person who cries without knowing
For the person who dies but lives in the end
Do it for yourself
For you shall be the only one who has to live with yourself
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I no longer trust you
You lost that privilege
The ability to call me a killer
When the blood was always in your hand
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Once Upon A Time
There was a time your text made me smile and my heart pumped for you.
A time I thought the world revolves around you.
A time I believed every word that came out of your mouth, even if it wasn’t true.
A time I loved you from the depths of my soul and a time I wanted us forever.
That time was then and this is now.
Now is a time where I moved on.
A time where your name no longer gives me butterflies.
A time that you used to make me happy.
A time where I can love myself fully without hurting you.
A time where I no longer depended on your every word.
A time where I found peace with myself and who I want to be.
A time that is different.
A time that I claimed back.
A time where you now have to let go.
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Everything works for good
A simple lie can turn into a whole truth
And a simple heartbreak can lead to a mended mind
Tears turn into patience
Lonely nights turn into joyful mornings
And my broke heart makes you smile
While your painful past makes me love you forever
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The eclipsed stars hold me at night
A memory so faint it could become a dream
I thought you knew the way I felt
You were wrapped in my arms at night
Totally sleepless and unhappy
Hearing the soft cries and whispers
Haunts me to a neverending sorrow
Allowing me to feel a piece of you
But not enough to have you here
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You would be in tears
if i could give words to my feelings
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Sometimes I just want to give up. Do nothing and keep lying down, mourning a lot of things that aren't worth it.
Then suddenly someone from inside keeps asking me : are you willing to give up all this for something that isn't as important as what you have right now? Weren't you the one who had her priorities settled? Are you willing to give up a higher one because you lost a lower one?
And then someone else counters her saying : let her mourn for sometime. A loss isn't easy to take. She will take her time. Ask her all this after sometime.
To which the former one replies : I understand but this is way too much for our heart and brain to handle. She needs to stand back up else all of us will shatter.
Listening to them makes me feel good. I take sometime. Gather back up and try to walk again knowing if I fall they will get me back up. I love the fact I am many forms of me. I love the way I am and I love the way they are.
©irene
