This Old World
My poisoning light look into my eyes.
The suppressing ventricles yelling, "don't."
"Were not special" and all of your lies.
I can't breathe without you every minute you're gone.
But never to forget the tears bled,
Never my fault to miss you so good, desperate and alone.
The world can hear this old life,
Truly I just don't know.
By: Daniel Cruz
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I Need You Closer
"Loliness is as hard and absolute as the conditions of exile..." as is sustenance of love. Hopelesly supceptible, a soul configures a taste for a moment that ends only in dismay.So is dismay of love as the absolute circumstance of exile, as to human disquietude of emotion, always lacking, searching for a companion?
We are not created to be lonely creatures. Just as vainly a weed is but a flower among a plain earth, where humans so misunderstanding surmise it's property, it's purpose. Anything but an unloved flower a weed is but surreptitious as well as it serves a purpose to be. Perhaps, as human creatores we lack purpo
Inglorious Life
"A Pill To Silence My Palpating Heart."
Unknowing of her grace and simplicity she convicts only glory as well as pure emotional recreation. She said I was mysterious, un-doubtly I believed her. Regardless, I never wanted this to end, this illusion, this surrealism. This captivation in which she beheld me with her eyes; colored of love. I didn't pretend to be shocked, I didn't attempt to deny what I could already for-see. Nor was I nervous, I just could not produce an expression for the only feeling I could sense was the tense limbs, lungs, and organs of which I called a body. So many nights I thought of a reaction
Obscure
At the front steps of the entrance the rain dripped forming tides, being washed down from the tile. I walked careless of the sprinkling sky. I walked the grey town, passing smiling faces, none drew me in. I was chasing my dreams, sleeping where I could, in dirty basements and abandoned boxes. My dreams had come across my future. One day as I walked the fountain square, as I walked by the statues of fallen angels, covered from the dry cold. I came across a black bird tangled with red lacing, the shimmering blood-red strings consuming the poor creature seeming almost palpating and thickening with each tangle on th
The Talmidim's Tale
The new light of day began to creep its way through the crisp winter morning, through the dry, lifeless weeds that covered the excessive vastness. An unusual cold breeze left the weeds with light crystallized tips, giving off the coming of winter. the few surrounding trees were unwillingly bent by the continuous yearly weather. It was silent, every living creature was huddled in defense from the dead-full the cold. There were no birds chirping to the newly shinning sun, not even the habitual cry of a distant coyote. Only a cold breeze through the dry, stiff trees. Except today was a rare, today a distant
May
We must absorb what light brings to us, never be cold.
Appreciate, and find where the Sun sinks, unknowing of day.
Explore life to pass on the atom of heart, and teach to cope.
Life posses in the world that seems oh so slow, trembles hope
For we're free to create with art our mistakes, without fear of defects. So May,
We must absorb what light brings to us, never be cold.
So contain free-will as human, stay free and roaming wondrously as the fresh water chub.
Fugitive only of your soul, without drive of direction, and deaf to others say.
We must absorb what light brings to us, never be cold.
You came to be as a caryatid, forever
I Wonder Why,
Tears Taste Sour To The Taste
Emotions Are All Expressed The Same
Bad Memories Have The Same Effect On Time
Not A Thought But A Feeling Is Harsher Than My Brain
After A Decade I Feel Empty Once Again
Time After Time I Don't Reminisce To When My Life Began
I Wonder.
Why I Have Never Thanked You For All That You've Done
An Once Again,
There Are no Words To Thank When I Feel Like Im Guilty,
Once Again.
I Wish To Ask For Forgiveness Though I don't Know Of Wrong
And Once Again,
I Feel In Debt, Because I Owe You My Life, And There Is No Way To Repay My Debt.
I Wonder Why,
I Feel Your Memory And I Cant Help But To Cry.
Grey
"I wish never to live alone, never"
Not if water continued to give life
So she attended her flowers always
Petals as charity, her heart kept warm
Tender Spring gave bloom to her happiness
A beauty as yellow could never harm
She would love always, unattended in her grave
Fallen at peace, earth given to her spirit
At her eternal bed the universe falls grey
Left, life spent secluded, as water to a lily
"If I was wrong well I am sorry son"
not ever harm life given by earth and sun
By: Daniel Cruz
License:
Some rights reserved. This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0
This Old World
My poisoning light look into my eyes.
The suppressing ventricles yelling, "don't."
"Were not special" and all of your lies.
I can't breathe without you every minute you're gone.
But never to forget the tears bled,
Never my fault to miss you so good, desperate and alone.
The world can hear this old life,
Truly I just don't know.
By: Daniel Cruz
License:
Some rights reserved. This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons
I Need You Closer
"Loliness is as hard and absolute as the conditions of exile..." as is sustenance of love. Hopelesly supceptible, a soul configures a taste for a moment that ends only in dismay.So is dismay of love as the absolute circumstance of exile, as to human disquietude of emotion, always lacking, searching for a companion?
We are not created to be lonely creatures. Just as vainly a weed is but a flower among a plain earth, where humans so misunderstanding surmise it's property, it's purpose. Anything but an unloved flower a weed is but surreptitious as well as it serves a purpose to be. Perhaps, as human creatores we lack purpo
Inglorious Life
"A Pill To Silence My Palpating Heart."
Unknowing of her grace and simplicity she convicts only glory as well as pure emotional recreation. She said I was mysterious, un-doubtly I believed her. Regardless, I never wanted this to end, this illusion, this surrealism. This captivation in which she beheld me with her eyes; colored of love. I didn't pretend to be shocked, I didn't attempt to deny what I could already for-see. Nor was I nervous, I just could not produce an expression for the only feeling I could sense was the tense limbs, lungs, and organs of which I called a body. So many nights I thought of a reaction
Obscure
At the front steps of the entrance the rain dripped forming tides, being washed down from the tile. I walked careless of the sprinkling sky. I walked the grey town, passing smiling faces, none drew me in. I was chasing my dreams, sleeping where I could, in dirty basements and abandoned boxes. My dreams had come across my future. One day as I walked the fountain square, as I walked by the statues of fallen angels, covered from the dry cold. I came across a black bird tangled with red lacing, the shimmering blood-red strings consuming the poor creature seeming almost palpating and thickening with each tangle on th
The Talmidim's Tale
The new light of day began to creep its way through the crisp winter morning, through the dry, lifeless weeds that covered the excessive vastness. An unusual cold breeze left the weeds with light crystallized tips, giving off the coming of winter. the few surrounding trees were unwillingly bent by the continuous yearly weather. It was silent, every living creature was huddled in defense from the dead-full the cold. There were no birds chirping to the newly shinning sun, not even the habitual cry of a distant coyote. Only a cold breeze through the dry, stiff trees. Except today was a rare, today a distant
May
We must absorb what light brings to us, never be cold.
Appreciate, and find where the Sun sinks, unknowing of day.
Explore life to pass on the atom of heart, and teach to cope.
Life posses in the world that seems oh so slow, trembles hope
For we're free to create with art our mistakes, without fear of defects. So May,
We must absorb what light brings to us, never be cold.
So contain free-will as human, stay free and roaming wondrously as the fresh water chub.
Fugitive only of your soul, without drive of direction, and deaf to others say.
We must absorb what light brings to us, never be cold.
You came to be as a caryatid, forever
I Wonder Why,
Tears Taste Sour To The Taste
Emotions Are All Expressed The Same
Bad Memories Have The Same Effect On Time
Not A Thought But A Feeling Is Harsher Than My Brain
After A Decade I Feel Empty Once Again
Time After Time I Don't Reminisce To When My Life Began
I Wonder.
Why I Have Never Thanked You For All That You've Done
An Once Again,
There Are no Words To Thank When I Feel Like Im Guilty,
Once Again.
I Wish To Ask For Forgiveness Though I don't Know Of Wrong
And Once Again,
I Feel In Debt, Because I Owe You My Life, And There Is No Way To Repay My Debt.
I Wonder Why,
I Feel Your Memory And I Cant Help But To Cry.
Grey
"I wish never to live alone, never"
Not if water continued to give life
So she attended her flowers always
Petals as charity, her heart kept warm
Tender Spring gave bloom to her happiness
A beauty as yellow could never harm
She would love always, unattended in her grave
Fallen at peace, earth given to her spirit
At her eternal bed the universe falls grey
Left, life spent secluded, as water to a lily
"If I was wrong well I am sorry son"
not ever harm life given by earth and sun
By: Daniel Cruz
License:
Some rights reserved. This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0
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Reflections and the Rain
I am more captivated than I should be by the rhythm of liquid marbles spattering against my windshield. As soon as the rain falls, we're wide-eyed, awed, and marked by a twinge of fear as a newborn witnessing the whitewashed hospital room for the first time. The red lights echo and reflect across the sparkling asphalt, doing these manmade objects more justice than they may well deserve. They form endless streams, ribbons, pillars of red, green, and yellow reflection that fill one's eyes with a brilliance that cannot be matched by any purely manmade contrivance. One cannot avoid the lights' glare: it is stronger than our god-given curtains, ou