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The Mirror

 

Every time i glance at you

I see myself every morning

on the surface, on the other side

once I see a brave one, other a shy

 

I saw my twin soul but I was wrong

I was me myself, I shown my different sides

I would fight with it because

of the things I don't agree

 

I'm sorry for how I behaved

but there are things I can't change

I wanna have a new chance

I wish I could mend my mistakes

 

I hope is not too late

to be sorry for what I did

there are too many things

I wanted I have done

 

Yesterday I didn't see myself

nothing's shown in the glass surface

as if I had no soul anymore

my heart didn't beat as it should, anymore

 

Today my anger drive me mad

and i throw my stoned feelings

against the mirror and it brokes

 

I saw the surface breaking

into tiny pieces resting on the floor

there were lying my past, my memories

 

Now I'm looking for a new mirror

A new life that I'll build myself

I can't fix the tiny glasses of my old life

 

I can't mix the pieces of future and past

I can't keep walking in the thin line

Watching the edge of this blade over me

 

Be careful, glass pieces can hurt

as the past can make us go mad

That's why I want my new mirror

I wanna be the best myself

 

I don't want to be mistaken anymore

I need to live my present now

Cause everyday is a new present, you know.

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I've been re-reading my old poems and now i'm shocked.. i think i can't write new ones as good as the old :( Well i hope it's only a bad creative period for me now.. :( i want to write nice new poems again.

 

Bea you need to send your peoms to the BBC...

 

They are always asking for things like these and have talent scouts (people that look for talent) of which you have...

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I'll look for english magazines to post some poems.... como luego dicen "nadie es profeta en su tierra"... but i want to try previously in Spain.

 

when i used to read Poe's and Stoker writings, i heard about a Stoker awards, it's about horror stories i think, and i wrote some plots of short novels to write, i'm thinking again about them, because a teacher told me to take part in a uni writing contest/ awards, and as the horror stories i wrote took place in my city... i'm thinking to use some parts of the horror ones for the uni awards... :thinking:

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cool sorry about the slow response I am just heating up some food on the cooker at the minute....

ok, don't worry, enjoy your meal. ;)

 

What make me not to send any of my works to somewhere is that i don't think i'm good enough, i mustn't worry about it, critics will do their jobs, compare me with some old writer for bad or good.... and well... i'm shy. And well now there are still people that likes the old styles, everything ruled, structured, and some of my writing are more open, not ruled.... i mean for poetry in spanish i don't mind too much about the rythm... :S

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Keep Awake

 

Don't get yourself into it

Don't take part of the flow

Don't play it in loops

Or you are gonna get mad

 

One flow calls the other

One voice against the other

and you are in the middle

just watching, only surviving

 

Make your movement

The one you think is best

or the flow will catch you

you'll have to crawl against

 

Don't stuck in the middle

'cause that's what they want to

They'll use you like a puppet

Break the threads whom with they use you

 

Be cold and thinker

Be brave to go against it

Don't fall in their loops

Wake up, shout what you think

 

Don't keep sitting in your cozzy place

Your voice must sound clear now

But you have only this chance

To decide what you want

 

There's no place to hide

Leave your fears and be confidence

Be brave to say what you believe in

Start your own wave

 

Don't let them use you

Don't worry if you feel lonely

But just follow the truth

with it you'll have everything

 

Keep yourself awake

Don't go round and round

in their big wheel

like a tiny mice

 

The truth will help you

to escape off their claws

don't believe the side voices

just believe your mind

 

Ariadna Squire

(12/03/2007)

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A candle in the night

 

Here I am tonight

Burnining a candle for you

The only thing I can do

 

You'll be always in my mind

You were the light who guide me

You were the reason why I wake up

 

I always give the best of me

to make you smile everyday

giving the best from me to you

 

For you i kept common sense

For you I didn't let drove myself mad

For you I'm still here today

 

I keep praying for you every night

for your soul to be in paradise

for you to no stop shining

 

I want you to be happy

that's why i give the best of me

that's the only thing i can do

 

Make you be proud of me

Don't forget wat you tought me

keep your spirit here

 

Here I am tonight

Burning a candle for you

In memory of your soul

 

'cause you were the light

when everything was blur and dark

you were the reason for me to stay here

to make you be happy and proud

 

when everything seemed to brake down

you always fixed it

you were the light who guided me everyday

that's why i'm here tonight, for you

 

Ariadna Squire

(14/03/2007)

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Untitled

 

Let me look to your eyes

Let me kiss your sweet lips one more time

Let me touch your skin, once again

 

Please, don't you vanish from my arms

Don't you go like a cloud of smoke

Like a shadow on a sunny midday wall

Don't you go from my memory

 

Tell me in words and facts what you feel

Don't keep being motionless and mute

Please sweetheart don't leave me

 

I woke up this morning and you wasn't beside me

Where have you gone, my hunnie?

Will you come back tonigh?

 

I looked for you at home

There weren't nothing that you owned

Was just my imagination?

 

Do I ever had your arms around my shoulders?

Do I ever listened your sweet voice, wishpering?

Or it was just my imagination?

 

There aren't any pic of us at home

Oh sweetheart, where have you gone?

I can't stop crying

for something that seems it never happened

 

(01/04/2007)

Ariadna Squire Damique

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Nice poems Bea!

 

Quite sad... This person meant a lot for you, really.

You make us feel it very well.

 

As you proposed me to post my poems in your thread (although it's your thread, thank you, though), I hope the other coldplayers won't mind that you share your own thread with me =)

 

So, my lasy one is called Let It Erase The Distance

 

Feeling alone

In my everlasting nights,

All the sounds are gone,

Only one word remains and flies.

 

"Just say it again,

Let it echoe and break the silence,

Give it a chance to swipe away the rain,

Let it erase the distance."

 

Play me the music of your heart

Play me its unsung melody

Take me away from the start,

Show me what I have to see.

 

Wherever I could stand,

I feel you, near me,

You take my hand,

And whisper softly:

 

"Just say it again,

Let it echoe and break the silence,

Give it a chance to swipe away the rain,

Let it erase the distance."

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nice one Mike.

 

You all are welcome here of course. ;)

 

Well there are different persons in each them, and some of them aren't for a person in particular, at least not in a love/unlove way.

 

For example the "A candle in the night" is for my mum. (she died 18 months ago), is the only poem i wrote to her ever, i would like to write more to her, better to have written them when she lived, but i never got the words.

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omg, that's really sad. :( your poem is touching.

It makes me sth.

I can't be indifferent when I read such poem.

It's really beautiful, really.

 

It reminds me things I've lived three years ago.

 

Well, I'm going to bed, so, let me wish you a very good night:)

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Our secret

 

listen the wind whispering

it's calling your name

see how the sun shines

it shines for you

 

see the clouds moving calmy

they move for you

listen the sea waves

they sound for you

 

keep laying on the grass

it feels so nice and calm

looking at your eyes

it makes me feel so good

 

see the leaves moved by the wind

how they play this music for us

just to remember this moment

 

i see your pure smile on you lips

your eyes keep their happy bright

feels your hands not cold anymore

llisten your sweet heart beating

 

that's the rythm my hunnie

the moment we shared today

this won't come back again

but it'll be in our minds

 

i wish you know how i feel

i'm not brave to say it in words

but we share a pure message

only spoke and read from our sights

 

that's how i feel my love

every time i think of you

i know it can't be true

but it makes me feel so good

 

thinking of you

makes me give the best of me

i don't mind if you'll ever know

what i feel for you

 

i just know that it makes me good

i won't suffer for your love anymore

i'll see the happy side of it

those words that i'm writting

 

those are the kids we'll never have

those are the sights we can't never share

but those are the reasons

of keep beating our hearts

 

this lines makes the rythm

the melody of our hearts

we share a lonely pure moment

that won't repeat again

 

we share a secret

we share a feeling

we share a smile

we share a tear

 

and it's blowing in the air

as the whisper of your voice

reading aloud this words

that's what make me be alive

 

and i will be here my darling

every time that you read it again

we will be together and alone

safe of the sights of strangers

 

we are one my love

every time you read it

i'm the blood that gets your heart

while you read those lines

 

i'm the dream, you dream

when you think of this moment

i'm the hand that cares you

when you need to feel better

 

i don't mind what's your past

i don't mind of your future

but we live this present

the gift of this pure and simply feeling

 

(06/04/2007)

Ariadna Squire Damique

 

 

Brand new poem. I know is long. :)

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Ballad of Time

 

There you are sitting

on your comfy old chair

looking through the window

to the wide long streets

 

Your face is not happy or sad

You're eyes don't shows a shine

Your smile looks broken

but you don't seem to be worried

 

You spend your days

looking the people walking

you play games with them

thinking how their lives are like

 

you don't mind of homeless

you don't mind of crying kids

you don't mind of oldies

you don't worry of any of them

 

you just look their walking

you just follow their rythm

'cause there's nothing you can do

to make them be a bit happier

 

one day you were that kid

yesterday you was that tramp

tomorrow you'll be that oldie

but now you look at their time

 

They all meet in a crossroad

but they don't know each other

they are only strangers

oh, someone just has fall in love

 

them are just strangers

that meet daily in the same corner

the ones that are shown in your eyes

they only share a thread for you now

 

there are yet some gentlemen

who help some ladies with their bags

there are some kids running

that stole a candy from time to time

 

years ago you were that kid

yesterday you was that gentleman

tomorrow you'll be that woman

but now you look at their time

 

they don't know each other

but they are like a family

they only live together in your eyes

each time you remember their promenades.

 

Ariadna squire Damique

(07/04/2007)

 

Again a long one.

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