I envy those with love and light enriching their lives.
The funeral of my youth started before it even began.
As I carry these weak bones that are my beaten skeleton.
Death continues to stand tall, confident that I'll go his way.
I'm obsessed with the morbid world that paints my life so bright.
These tears will never flow but my words shall flow effortlessly.
For they are the only written proof that I'm still alive and living.
The hardened skull of my expressions is an unbreakable facade.
These huge unmissable shooting targets that are my fragile emotions. Continue to be shot down by those who are careless with their words. I struggle to reload and shoot back at those who have wronged me. I will never have the bloody power to murder the already dead hearts.
I cannot wash away the filthy regrets I've made in this short life of mine. But I can clean the audible future that fulfils me every time I write a new poem. And to some, that might not seem like a lot to live for in times such as these. But in my world of words, this is when I am truly free and able to explore eternally.
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Just my current thoughts as of lately. Nothing too depressing. I'm thankful.
My work keeps me alive in ways that I'll never be able to explain.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PuisiThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
