Undying

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His fear is evident;

we’ve been waiting so long,

many times unable to hold on.

Our paths, crossed and crossed but never seemed to align,

no matter how much we searched,

we could never each other find.

Now we’re here face to face,

but no one knows what choice to make or if we should just let it all fade.

But the memories are buried deep inside,

begging that we don’t let them die.

We’ve survived too much to give up now,

but the question always remains and that is how?

How do we let go of all the scars traced across our hearts?

Those scars that at night tear us apart. He’s the one I’ve been searching for all this time,

not knowing he’s been here all along,

tied to the notion that we belong.

If only we could let go of all the hurt and all the pain,

maybe we could erase our mistakes

and finally mend all the heartbreaks.

But his fear is evident

and theres not much I can do,

except maybe say,

I’ve always loved you.

-M.A. Fernández

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The Prisoner

There’s yesterdays, and there’s todays.

Easy forevers and please just stay.

Hearts wanting to be complete,

Running away from the defeats.

Happiness wrapped around metal shards,

cupids shooting poisened darts.

There’s today; there’s always today.

While yesterdays pass by,

Somany questions remain that start with why?

There’s yesterdays and todays;

the yesterdays fade away,

but the todays always stay.

– M.A. Fernández

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Lone Wolf

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I am the wolf who runs alone, I am the wolf who for sacked his home. Lovers left and many wept. Promises are broken, others kept. A traitor who looked for happiness, a traitor tired of emptiness. Of alfas running my life and I am not one to hide. I am the wolf who for sacked his home; because I rather run alone.

-M.A. Fernández

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Fine Points

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Details…

Details that make no sense…

Details that are not for a friend….

Details that leave you confused…

Details that have no use…

Details that anchor to your heart…

Details that set you apart…

Details you can’t let go…

Details that are just for show.

-M.A. Fernández

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Contrition

Day 21

 

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What it means to love someone and have them slip through your fingers. To wonder where you went wrong and if there was any remedy. Regretting every bad decision, that led to the present situation. Unspoken words, unreasonable fights. Empty days, followed by empty nights. Misgiven chances, no strong support. Fast paced actions with no clear follow through. Unclear divulgation of emotions, sharing; unsharable torments. Thinking too much and forgetting to live the moment. Giving all and receiving so little in return. Conforming with bits and pieces, scraps left at an empty table. And you wonder where you went wrong; if it was all your fault, or if maybe it was just doomed from the start.

-M.A. Fernández

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Life’s Bridle

Day 19

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It’s become such a cliche, writing about love and pain. But an overwhelmed heart leads to a mind with no ideas. A mind with the same thoughts pounding day after day.Thoughts that take away serenity. The enemy has becomes so unclear, the heart is guided by fear. A heavy chest, so alone and it makes no sense how we all feel the same, but nothing ever changes. We talk about heartbreaks, betrayal, regret, again and again, we fall into the same situations caused by us or by others. We live in a cycle that nobody wants, but nobody tries to set apart. So we stay in our misery, waiting for some divine intervention that never seems to come. And are scars get bigger, while we keep pulling triggers.

-M.A. Fernández

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D.E.N.I.A.L

Day 18

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Denial; no matter how much I write, how much I express, I can’t seem to let go of the questions and regrets. The ones that haunt me and night and take away my desire to fight. Those that take my smile away and makes my creativeness fade. Questions and regrets that remove the ability to be a functional being. The ones that cloud my mind and make me blind.Denial; Death Equals Not Identifying A Loss.

-M.A. Fernández

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Unseen,Unheard

Day 17

In the mystery of time and lack of knowledge, lies the desire of the heart and mind. To fill blanks left without a scribble, trying to solve the most simple riddles. But time gives no clues and knowledge is never enough to the discern the secrets that lie deep within the heart. Past the scars and blockages, the rush of blood and broken arteries. What is knowledge in the face of uncertainty? For the unmarked stays unmarked, unless the willing set the truth apart. But there are always words untold and secrets to hold. Paradox’s that lock the mind, and hide the soul. No blueprints, no solutions to burned trails hidden on empty maps. The unknown isn’t always shown, things remain hidden under the sun, criminals remain on the run. Children stop having fun. Variables change, but people remain the same.

-M.A. Fernández

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We the Slaves

Day 16

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Do you own things? or Do they own you?

Do you have an addiction you just can’t break?

Do you stay up till you notice it’s too late?

What’s the first thing you do when you awake?

Can you let go of everything?

Do you own things? or Do things own you?

-M.A. Fernández

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Who Let The Monster Out?

Day 15

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At the end of the day, when the night beckons;

the monster comes out to play,

the present lets in the pain.

Thoughts get louder and reason gets softer,

nothing makes sense and all is insane.

All shades turn the same and strength seems to fade.

At the end of the day, there are no barricades.

-M.A. Fernández

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