The Things you do for love

~The things you do for Love~

Ahh, the things you do for love...you jump up and down just to call her attentionyou call constantly just to hear her voiceyou log in, log out and then long in again
you look thought her pictures and the more you look
the more you convince yourself of her beauty
a beauty you never imagineda beauty that you admire, and desire

ahh the things you do for loveyou break hearts, you dissapoint peoplebecause your world is her, and nothing else mattersyou dream about her, eat, breath, live for herand even in your lonely nights and days you find pleasurethinking all those things you want to do to her.because you want to love her, as no one else has, as no one else can
her perfume is on your bed, and her scent makes you feel in heaven.what a pleasure, what an unbelivable moment.ahh, the things you do for love;you steal, you lie, you tell the truthyou reinvent yourself just to impress heryou become polite, you are her knightyou hug her to feel her closer andevery kiss is passionate.

you are lost in her eyes and yet you are not scared if you don't find your path again
Stay, you said, stay with me always, stay all night, all day.
Now, you take her places that are uknown to herto mesmerize her eyes, and her amusement and wonder makes you happy.
She loves you, she loves you so much, she can never imagine her life without youshe loves you so much than even if you don't say it she still will know you love her as well. she loves you deeply; so deep she wants to give herself to you and finally you take her.

yours is my love, my soul, my passion, my bodyand if I could give you my life, I would.
she is yours, and you are hers.the world can end now;
because you have each other.she cares, she loves,
she becomes a burdenyou cannot stand her pressence anymore.

ahh the things you do for love, those are crazy things.
things that are lost when feelings are not the same so you jump, you scream, you die and live again, you do everything you can just to make her love you.
but her heart is now closed, her love belongs to someone else a shadow that follows her every step.
would you keep your hopes up?would you give up? and move on?would you do all of those things you do for love?
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July 19-2010

Royal Academy

I am still struggling to close my suitcase because I have forgotten to pack my school supplies; it is so typical of me to leave it all to the last minute. My mother is downstairs, yelling at me to hurry up. She does this every time I am late for something. Finally it occurred to me to sit on top of the big brown suitcase to close it. “I’m done Mom!” I yell back so she can calm down a little.
She drives me to the airport as fast as she can. I can sense the tension in her shoulders, the way she is holding on to the car’s wheel looks as if she is about to break it. Her sight is on the road the entire time, and not once do I see her blink. “Are you okay mom?” I ask. “Yes, yes, I am fine. Did you pack everything?” she asks “Of course!” I reply. Soon, we are at the airport looking for the departure gate. I hold my ticket with my right hand, and a small suitcase with the left one. “Take care, kiddo,” Mother says. I am so into my thoughts that I don’t notice we have approached the departure gates, with the big blue number nine on it. “Good bye ma” I say, and hurry to the gates before I see her crying.

The flight is only 45 minutes. It takes me a while to figure out that most of the passengers are close to my age, and are alone. None of them us are traveling with an adult in charge. Some are listening to their iPods, others are throwing pieces of paper to their neighbors, a few are playing videogames, and the rest are just using their computers. “Where are you going?” I ask the girl next to me. She has big brown eyes and curly blond hair. When she opens her mouth to answer I can smell her peppermint breath. I don’t like her voice. It is too high pitched and it pierces my eardrums in a painful way. “I am going to Royal Academy, just like every single person on this flight.” She then turns her head to the window and doesn’t speak anymore.
I am happy when the plain arrives at the airport; several buses are waiting for the students, and soon I am outside the institution. This school looked normal on the outside. It is not quite as I imagined but then again I have read so many fictional books that my imagination has gone wild. I have to admit I am a little disappointed. I was expecting a castle, like those in England, or something similar to it. Some man wearing a black cloak comes out of the school and arranges us into groups. I am part of the first group to enter the building. Inside, the walls and the ceiling have a splendid neo gothic structure. Arches and round windows dominate the corridors, followed by double helix stairs made of stone. Nevertheless, it is not just the structure of the school that makes it so different from any other. Only those students with powers could attend, and being out of the ordinary was the key to become part of this prestigious institution. The man with the cloak then asks each student what powers they have. Those who are unsure give background information. I knew what I was, but I never thought I would meet others like me, or others different from me. The man with the black cloak then turns to ask me the question: “Please, say your name and your breed.” His eyes like two flames that illuminate the shadow of his face. “My name is Adam, my mother is human and my father was a vampire, I am a Damphire,” I reply. Some kids start laughing; I saw a few with rage in their eyes. Those whom were near me became scared. I even hear some gasps. “Well, we don’t get many of your kind so often, you will be placed in the vampires’ hall, welcome aboard!” the man shouts, moving away from me. Some kids walk to a corner in order to put some distance between us. Humans think that Royal Academy is a regular school because it looks normal on the outside, but in the inside it is full of mystic creatures.


I have two versions of this story, i don't know what I did with the other one, which was better. :(

My Awful Creature

{This poem also belongs to my 2009 collection, nevertheless I don't have the accurate date of its creation}


...And now the days passed by,
and we aren't able to have a decent conversation anymore
what happend? I don't know...I DO KnowI know
and I do not know at the same time....
my heart is bleeding...
its a pain I can't resist and its pleasure I cannot miss
Im bleeding inside out.

with a knife you take my life and smiling quietly you watched me bleed...
the only thing I can think about is that I miss you so much is ridiculous
and all my imperfections have been collected
and now you throw them in my face
your tounge you use as the sharpest dagger cutting through my veins
cutting through my life cutting though my love...
Yet, you always find the words to say
and made it all right.
but stupidly I fool myself wating for your disgrace
that every time is going farder from my hopes...
my revenge will not take place aas sooner I imagined
and its destroying me.
can you see now the awful creature I am?
wanting to destroy you as much you did once
can you forgive me from what I have become?
can I ever forget, and go back to my state of mind?
I don't want to be this creature
who is condemned to walk in the eternal darknest
and I don't know how I should control it...
dealing with it is such a pain that I cannot describe
I want to take it out of my heart my body my mind.

Your pain is also mine

April 5, 2009

You said you cannot survive, but here I am
dead already because of you.
I’m waiting in a hole full of darkness,
And I look up only to find you at the very edge,
Looking down, afraid of falling.

Would I see you falling?
Would you come here into this hole?
Would you go into a new one?
Falling even more deeply of what I fell?
Would you ever try to go back again?
Perhaps if we are in the same hole,
We can help each other to go back to the surface

Even if we don’t help each other…
Would there be another one to help us out of our angst?
So far, I look around and there is no one.
So far I am accompanied by loneliness’…

So what if you might fall?
You would be next to me
You will be there with me
Feel the same pain I am feeling
You will see how it is to be me

Would you ever reject your decision?
Would you ever reject not to get to know my heart?
Now, that you are falling… do you ask yourself these questions?
Because I gave you my heart, only to know that you would be returning it all broken.
Because I gave you my heart on the same way you gave yours to her…
but you count see it
Now, your heart is also broken and I cry for you

I cry on a situation when I shouldn’t have been crying…
And I act with compassion were I was supposed to show hate.
What kind of person am I?
Do am I stupid? or just too naive?
Because I don’t know what am doing anymore…

My Beautiful Killer

1:58 am
3/22/09

Anytime I see you, my heart stops...
and anytime I feel you, you are always warm and I am always cold
your touch is my favorite poison
the air you exale is what I breathe
you are the killer that was sent to me.

Here you come in front of me
take out your sharpest gun and grip it towards me
don't be scared... sweetheart that is why you are here.
you are my beautyful killer this pain is sweet...
I don't know if feel apathy or emphaty towards you...
I just know that my heart will stop beating with the deathly venom from your lips...

light from darkness, I can not tell them apart
what it is, now it was...
what would be, would never be.

now you close your eyes and whishper to my ear...
-" I am sorry for all this"-
It is fine, my beautyful killer...
don't feel sorry for the living dead,
because now no one can kill me
because now, I have to find other ways to live.