Someone,

Trying to be something.

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Just wondering why it is so hard to live... Having everything we wished for, why are we still sad? Why do we feel so miserable at night? Why can't we escape our thoughts, our regrets and our what-if's and just rest, or live in peace?

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She woke up in the middle of the night feeling suffocated as if an invisible creature was standing on her neck. She was terrified. She didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t get why she was still alive. Rosie was a girl full of life, but all she can feel now is sucking life out of her. She used to love life and she always managed to find something to be grateful for. Yet, since that night, she hated every breath. She wished that she could vanish; however, she couldn’t find the courage to do so herself, again. She was terrified. What if she is reborn to a more violent and more merciless world than the one she is living in at the moment? What if she becomes forced to experience a more hurtful and a tougher destiny? What if it only becomes worse? Maybe these were what kept her alive anyway. Rosie, now, is a hopeless girl who couldn’t forgive herself for murdering the man who assaulted her on the 23rd of December... to be continued if appreciated.. D.C.

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Dear, you will be alright.

I dreamt that I was here,

Standing on one height.

Unusually having no fear,

I was admiring the sight.

A faint voice said: "Dear,

You can't give up the fight.

The aim became finally near.

You'll wake up in the light..."

This was all I could hear.

I woke up, but it's still night.

Grief the soul would tear,

While hugging me so tight.

"The voice was me, dear,

And all you heard was right.

The problem isn't in your ear.

The future will be so bright.

Wipe away every falling tear.

The pain will be a bit slight,

And everything will be clear,

And you will be alright."

D.C.

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They say the right person is hard to pick,

But when it is the one, you know well

That this is to whom you will always stick.

Even when sometimes it sounds like hell,

And even if this love made you too sick,

You know, on nobody else you’ll dwell.

Even if you felt your blood becoming thick,

Even if you’ve gone through things you can’t tell,

The sorrow may not be as expected that quick,

And all you want is letting it out as you yell.

And out of your soul love you wish you can kick,

The moment hot tears heavy on the ground fell.

Yet, at the end of the day, just like magic,

You realize you can’t help but loving the spell,

And even if the battle was immensely epic,

You realize the heart is still ringing love’s bell. D.C.

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Overthinking too late at night

Whether or not he loves me still.

Aware I didn’t do some things right,

And the goals he wanted to fulfill

I couldn’t hold at them any tight.

Like drops of rain on a windowsill

Tears drop on the face so bright,

While wondering if now I can kill

Every bit of sadness that might

Make his kind heart and soul ill,

To give to my world divine light,

And, as usual, with joy our lives fill.

That will make me admire the sight

Of love keeping on the old mill,

Instead of wind that can fly a kite

I’ll love it, although it makes us chill.

But, we aren’t afraid of any height.

It is nothing but a small dark hill

That makes us all the time fight.

But, afterwards both pay the bill.

Then, regretfully our fingers bite

Very hard as if with a sharp drill

Bit, yet, I so much love my knight,

And surely love me more he will. D.C.

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Lost in the wind, I suddenly bumped into a wall, Hoping I become wiser before I bump twice More, and then, I won’t be able to be whole Anymore, and at that moment I’ll have to race  Time, in order to achieve my intended goal. But now, I’m suffering while fighting for my case; To replace by the better in me the very foul, And to find myself again, and regain my grace. Yet now, I feel that everything terrifyingly small, And everything I see is like a dark vast space In which I’m calling, but no one hears my call. Instead, all I do is crying, consuming all force; However, I always manage to hide it from all, And make sure to conceal the exhausted gaze. While the ice ball is unceasingly continuing to roll, I hope eventually I would find what I chase. D.C.

[da-cherrys-world]

Sometimes impulsive way more than a wave

Instantly smashing everything beautiful

Other times giving up on everything you crave

And living feels no more meaningful

For leaving sorrow the way will pave

Since nothing seems anymore cheerful

Yet, what is missing is being that brave

To do what people consider too shameful

Choosing over the harsh life the grave

They don’t know, it’s the most peaceful

Place, and a better destination than this cave

The so-called life, the fate the most awful

The blood that you should caringly save

And force yourself to be the most hopeful

To this tough world you should be a slave

Furthermore, you are forced to be grateful

To the suffering it once forcibly gave

You can’t even tell that it is hurtful

Just wait for the day, you will be saved. D.C.

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All I need now is just walking down the street All aware of my soul that profoundly hurts, That is on fire, yet I'm not feeling the heat Feelings all cold while every cell melts Making me sensing no more the freeze in my feet Unaware of what my collapsing body wants And, having not a little bit of appetite to eat Not even aware of how much worse it gets If I don't gather strength that will this feeling beat And, merely wait for someone that on my head pets While the soul looks for place to rest, a seat To the body missing a mind all sorrow aside sets To heal open wounds and save the body's meat And, no more irritating cold wind inside lets But, I'm sure patience will make every chaos neat With time, faith on relief undoubtedly bets And, fate whispers that the soul peace will meet. D.C.