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Scarlet“Did you hear about the new girl coming in?” Leonardo asked Artemi one morning in the office. He was wearing his gray striped sweater and his jeans that were just a little too tight, but Artemi didn’t mind.
“New girl?” Artemi asked, feeding papers through a shredder. Today was her “clean cubicle day”, mot more than likely, she’d give up in about fifteen minutes like always.
“Yeah,” Leonardo said, leaning up against her desk, “Her name is Scarlet. She’s supposed to be in here today.” He took a sip of coffee.
Scarlet… Artemi knew instantly by just her name that there was going to be trouble. “Where is she coming from?” Artemi asked.
“California, I think,” Leonardo replied, “Napa Valley.”
“Oh,” Artemi said, shredding more paper. Napa Valley… Scarlet… California… Yup. The stereotypes were already popping in her head. Right as Artemi began
Fight With MeI'll be damned if I don't fight for you
Stand by my side and I'll stand by yours too
With a sword in hand and a fire in my heart
I'll tear the demons until they're completely apart
Look into my eyes and see I am true
For you, my love, it's anything I'll do
Hold my hand tight and help me fight to the death
And when the battle is over, we can finally rest
HomeFeel the wind upon my face
The Texas air makes my heart race
The green of the trees and clean air
"I AM HOME!" I do declare.
Mother at the gate with a welcoming embrace
Losing my bearings in the time of haste
Been gone for so long, I miss the soil
I am welcomed back to my land like a royal
The sun is bright and high in the sky
My eyes redden as I begin to cry
Tears fall in such a happy way
Long awaited has been this day
Time is TickingMy life will not be my own in two week's time
I have pressed my thumb and my name has been signed
I have taken an oath in tears tonight
My only choice now is to do or die
Sign awayTo do or die is now my only choice
I have signed my name and lost my voice
One in a million now one of a million
If I fall to the ground my head will flatten
Sharing everyone elses face
Wearing the same clothes with great distaste
Standing at attention with my back up straight
Running for miles, from my mouth cadance will resignate
Traveling to far off places across the land
With a pistol on my hip and a rifle on my hip
Gone for years with no seeing those I love
I hope to God my father is smiling above
With this choice, I hope I have Krishna's grace
I hope I obtain the patience of Buddha and learn to embrace
I hope I have Karma on my weary side
Before my mind begins to completely slide
Losing sleep each and every night
Thinking about the internal conflict and fight
Am I doing what I feel is truly my path
Or will I suffer at the hands of my own government's wrath?
Drop Down, Give me TwentyDrop down, and give me twenty
Sit-ups, push-ups, many many
Running miles, shooting guns
Exercise until I have sore buns
Gas chamber bringing tears to my eyes
Waking up before the sunrise
Three minutes to shower, three more to eat
Learning combat so not to get beat
Book-work, book-work, study, study
Mind and body will become sturdy
Graduate with medals, badges, and more
This feeling of pride makes my spirit soar
ExposureThere are so many reasons to pick a four leafed clover.
There are so many reasons to cry and die and fight over.
There are so many reasons to let my pulse have a different composer.
There are so many reasons to smile and laugh and stay sober.
There are so many reasons why I can't love her.
The Empty ChairThe evening breeze and the extra cup,
A lonely shadow upon the ceiling
And all things “destined” on the up:
Absent from a funeral of feeling.
The cloak of a Sunday in the sun;
Each passing taxi reeks of a plan:
In lieu of nothing, the day is won
Affords to think a better man.
Killing moments, playing tag with the mind:
The first paramour of pagan day;
A second honeymoon of lost fears can find
A love for that familiar blue Bombay.
The erratic world can be rather still:
A man and his betrothed corner of air
A deadbeat verse on a diner bill
Wooing the crevices of the empty chair.
Soon to topple downwards
Into a mess never to be cleansed
By its unknowing argumentative owners
Who didn't even notice the fall of their creation
And who most likely wouldn't care if they did notice
For the focus has always been on the endless argument
Never on the silent growing of a disastrous and deadly storm
Who finally snapped and unleashed hell upon the people below
But not an outwards hell like the one formed from the argument
An inner hell like that of a personal fire that was never ceased of coal
And now the aftermath, a broken tower and an outward hell forever evolving
And at rubble dear but glance do deser
SleepIf I could sleep believe me I would, but it's not
as easy as it looks.
The constant fear of running the wrong way,
bad dream, bad story to say.
Don't fall too deep, because the darkness can keep -
keep the warmest part of your soul and
rip it to pieces then let it go.
Broken you will wander the world like I am,
imagination will be all you have.
The voices won't tell you the right way, you will hide,
but will be unable to run away.
Hear me, go to sleep, don't think too deep.
It will catch you and make you belong.
Close your eyes but not for too long.
Stay awake just enough to fulfill what you need,
hallways full of paths are nearby, doors with broken
keys. But once you find yourself, you will find the
shiny one you really need.
© Martina H.
La amistad y el amor no se compranMuchos padres que están acostumbrados, a vivir de lujos y quieren lo mismo para sus hijos, quieren que se relacionen con personas que tengan su mismo nivel económico, por que dice que ellos le pueden dar de todo, pero hay algo que no se compra y es el cariño.
El dinero solo compra cosas materiales, pero que es mejor ¿tener mucho dinero y estar solo, o tener lo necesario y estar acompañado?
No les pueden decir los padres a los hijos que su bien estar debe enfocarse solo en lujos.
Muchos que tiene dinero resultan ser muy groseros, y se burlan de la gente pobre o media, pero no se dan cuenta de que ellos también tiene sentimientos, pueden no tener lo mejor para vivir pero tiene lo necesario, y viene siendo mas honrados porque pueden no vivir con reyes pero ellos tiene mas que cariño tiene apoyo.
En la amistad uno no debe de comprarla con regalos, debe ganársela con respeto y amabilidad, si tiene amigos solo por que les dan cosas, que
me siento sola, abatida sin ganas de ver a nadie y me pongo a pensar....
¿Porque es asi?
Aveces pienso... que en en realidad no hay nadie que me comprenda realmente y tan vez es asi...
Aveces siento que nadie me escucha que soy invisible y eso aveces puede ser bueno pero la soledad aveces puede ser mejor que la compañia... asi no tenidria a nadie que me criticara los conosca o no, es mas doloroso no escucharlo...
No lo se, no se por que siento que todavia no he encontrado a esa persona que me comprenda que me entienda que pueda entenderme con solo mirarme, aveces las personas me preguntan que tengo sin saber ni siquiera mi exprecion, tal vez por que me ven callada o seria y en realidad no me entienden y por eso digo que no hay con quien pueda tener una coneccion, alguien que en verdad me entienda, que con tan solo mirarme a los ojos me diga lo que siento que sea esa persona que me entienda de verdad, es por eso que aveces me siento como un fantasma, ese es uno d
UntitledNo. I can't believe this. Why am I happy? I have good grades and friends and things I don't deserve. I'm suspicious. Life never lets me be happy like this! I don't know what'll happen, but I know this won't last.
What About LoveThere's something about love.
Some sick, masochistic need that everyone possesses.
That they would do anything to have it in their lives,
despite the fact that it has the capability
to tear you apart from the inside, out.
To love is to destroy.
Any baby you can tear me apart all you'd like,
because maybe it will break me,
but there's this feint possibility
that maybe it will save me first.
WhateverYou didn't listen when I told you no.
Now you're in trouble, I hope you know.
Don't get mad at me for your stupid mistake
Only one time, that's all it'll take
You're an idiot for not listening to me
You dug your own grave, I'll just let you be
Just don't drag us all down into the dirt
You didn't listen to me you inconsiderate jerk
A simple "ok" would have sufficed
But now it's your sanity you have sacrificed
Goodbye my dear, I wish you well
But you probably don't care, so just go to hell.
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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