Submissions by HORTENSIA
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Words are like the thousand pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Each word,when combined in a particular way,can create pain. When this word and this phrase are combined,joy is created. Create,feel,destroy,learn. As all is the power of word.
I Am Afraid
I'm afraid to close my eyes,
because I fear they might never return.
I'm afraid to open my eyes,
because I fear to see what I fear.
I'm afraid to let out my cries,
because I fear that no one will hear.
I'm afraid to open up my closet,
because I fear what darkness there lies.
I'm afraid to let anyone in,
because I fear they might fear what they see.
I'm afraid to listen to the voice,
because I fear the voice might be right.
I'm afraid to wish on a star,
because I fear it will never come true.
I'm afraid to live to the full,
because I...
because I fear they might never return.
I'm afraid to open my eyes,
because I fear to see what I fear.
I'm afraid to let out my cries,
because I fear that no one will hear.
I'm afraid to open up my closet,
because I fear what darkness there lies.
I'm afraid to let anyone in,
because I fear they might fear what they see.
I'm afraid to listen to the voice,
because I fear the voice might be right.
I'm afraid to wish on a star,
because I fear it will never come true.
I'm afraid to live to the full,
because I...
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The Right In Its Wrong
I would love to say,
that I had a heart of stone.
Because maybe then,
I would not feel their scorn.
In a world where you feel,
like you dont belong,
a home,a sanctum,you long.
I did everything wrong,
is what I must admit.
Though my heart breaks to say,
that I feel no guilt.
I feel no right,
and I feel no wrong.
Please dont judge me,
cause you believe I'm wrong.
The right of this world,
is wrong in itself,
but the truth is a fire,
that the dying moth desires.
Once you understand,
where in life,you stand,
you...
that I had a heart of stone.
Because maybe then,
I would not feel their scorn.
In a world where you feel,
like you dont belong,
a home,a sanctum,you long.
I did everything wrong,
is what I must admit.
Though my heart breaks to say,
that I feel no guilt.
I feel no right,
and I feel no wrong.
Please dont judge me,
cause you believe I'm wrong.
The right of this world,
is wrong in itself,
but the truth is a fire,
that the dying moth desires.
Once you understand,
where in life,you stand,
you...
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Missing Heart(if found,please return)
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