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I Didn't by zamora-the-writer, literature

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I Didn't

Why does nature call to me? Why do the clouds beckon? Why do the sounds of earth Appeal to me and no one else? Why do I want to leave, To leave and not look back?! I can see waves crashing, The sun shining outside my window, The lightning of the departing storm; All things are happy and gleeful, They are happy to be alive, And I am sad because I can't take part. I can hear the leaves falling, The wind whistling outside my window, The colors of autumn are calling; All things are quiet and calm, They are content in their lives, And I am crying because I can't take part. I can taste the snowflakes falling, The cold of the bliz

Betrayal by zamora-the-writer, literature

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Betrayal

Do you remember all the days We spent simply looking at the clouds I loved how you could take me away How you smothered all noises of the crowd. Do you remember all the nights We spent lying in each others arms I loved how perfect you were for me How you kept me so cozy and warm. Do you remember all the kisses That tasted so wonderful on my lips I loved how I couldn't breathe But still felt so safe in your grip. Do you remember all the pleasure That you gave to me all night long I loved how you made such love How you could be so gentle yet strong. Did none of that mean anything Was the pleasure not enough Was I lacking so mu

2 Love Poems - Ahuro + Mahalo by zamora-the-writer, literature

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2 Love Poems - Ahuro + Mahalo

You Written by Ahuro for Mahalo When I awake at dawn, I think of you. When I am alone, I am missing you. When life is getting hard, I call for you. When I go to sleep at night, I dream of you. When I wish upon a star, The wish is always for you. You are the one I love. You are the one I cherish. You are the one I can't live without. You are my everything. Opened Written by Mahalo for Ahuro I opened my eyes... ...And I saw you. I opened my ears... ...And I heard you. I opened my mind... ...And I thought of you. I opened my heart... ...And I fell in love with you.

Embers by zamora-the-writer, literature

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Embers

A search for acceptance gone awry Turns to a violent battle to which I am tied. From a darkened room escaped a horrid, shattered cry; The remnants of a flame that once had burned so high, A single, crystal teardrop from a lonely, broken eye, One that tells a story of one that wanted not to die and a blade of stinging ice; its master it defied. Precious blood leaked out and nobody knows why, The time was disappearing and she didn't even try, All of this caused by a single, cursed lie, From a wretched person whos lips can but deny; An egocentric monster to which evil is an ally, Took away the life of angel so very shy, But it's ove

Last Wish by zamora-the-writer, literature

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Last Wish

Blood, A trickle at first, Quickly changing into a stream Then to a river, I know I'm dying, But I don't want to. Living by the blade, Dying by the dagger, My life and death both in vain, I just-... I miss you, I wish you were here, So you could hold me, So I could be comforted, By your loving eyes, Staring deeply into mine, Telling me it's okay, That you will come find me someday, And that I need not worry. I just want to see you, So even though I have slain people, I won't feel I've also been slain, But this one wish, Will go unfulfilled, Because I made a mistake, The worst mistake possible, I misunderstood terribly

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A Memory Isn't Enough by zamora-the-writer, literature

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A Memory Isn't Enough

I was your hero, And you were mine, We were each other's, And everything was fine. You were the one there for me, The one who tought me to fly, To laugh, to cry, to love, But then you went and died. Sure I was sad, For only a decade or two, But I kept on living, If only for the memory of you. And though you were long gone, As far as I could see, In my memory, you resided, Living on in me. But a memory wouldn't help me, Through what I knew was next, I desperately tried to escape, But I was utterly perplexed. The blade tore through me, In a stinging shot of pain, And now I lie on the floor, Your hero has been slain. You

Deep Dark Secret by zamora-the-writer, literature

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Deep Dark Secret

I sit here now, On this cold, sad floor, A pool of blood at my feet, I have killed once more. It wasn't going to go this far, These powers are a curse, The more I tried to fix things, The more they got worse. I never meant to do this, To bring people to their doom, But I did and now I'm alone, In this familiar room. My blood-stained hands are shaking, A musty smell fills the air, My eyes are foggy with tears, The pain I cannot bear. A little girl named Kaya, Is lifeless on the floor, How could I have done that, To the sister I adore? I cleansed myself of all the blood, Tears still aflow, There I solemnly vowed, That no

Kill Me Now by zamora-the-writer, literature

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Kill Me Now

The knife is in your hand, You're going way to slow, Come on, just kill me, With a single fatal blow. I'm right here in your arms, Do this favor just for me, Drive that dagger through my chest, I need to die, you see. Just get it over with, Do it nice and fast, So my death can be Just another moment in my past. Do it, or I'll kill you, It's really nothing to me, So if you wish to keep your life, To kill me is the key. Finally you bring it down, I feel it pierce my heart, Now didn't that feel good? Killing is an art! You let me fall to the ground, All you feel is regret and rue, And as I die I murmur Two simple words; "T

Last Wish by zamora-the-writer, literature

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Last Wish

Embers by zamora-the-writer, literature

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Embers

2 Love Poems - Ahuro + Mahalo by zamora-the-writer, literature

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2 Love Poems - Ahuro + Mahalo

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Life is a Gift by Degration, literature

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Life is a Gift

Life is a gift, that one should cherish forever. Through the times of good and bad; one may have to weather. Days may come of good; of joyous, jovial times. Singing, dancing, surrounded with light, not a moment left behind. Days may come of sorrow, of heartache and forlorn. Tragic events occurring in flame, at times leaving us to mourn. And as we bow to the grave, we hold our heads in shame. Thinking of the life that was lost; and what it could've became. Through life we travel, Through the sands of time we sift. And as we pass through each moment, remember that the life god gave us is a gift.