Chapter: Traced on My Palm

Perhaps I'm scarred with all the twisted attempts towards your happiness I made when you shattered mine.
Perhaps I'm not aware that your actions, affected mine permanently time after time.
Perhaps I've grown cold, so cold that it feels warm.
Like I'm standing in a hurricane completely unaware of the storm.
Perhaps this is temporary, a phase I'll pass through soon,
But maybe it's necessary, since you barely remember the picnic on the moon.
You say so many things, the truth stings so why does this tickle?
Perhaps it makes me laugh that you really think my feelings are fickle.
What is it that you expect from me? To be a stone, a boulder you won't move?
To be still at your words and actions, to just stand by and approve?
This is news.
Perhaps we can't communicate,
Perhaps we don't understand.
Or is it I just miss the words you wrote once on the palm of my hand?

Chapter: Not A Single Clue

What kind of a bond is it if you can't be real without being put down,
Like I don't have a right to speak, to cry to make any sound.
I knew in the beginning, but you hushed my inhibitions,
Leading me to a world where your embrace is my addiction.
If I even state the word, raise the thought or imply the action,
The withdrawals start imediately and I'm led to my retraction.
Is this right?
Not feeling special, called needy, not an ounce of care at the sight of a tear.
I'm "emotionally attached", excuse me for being human.
My simple requests are burdens to you and you believe their completion
would suffice my happiness. That you do oh so much for me.
You've made progress, we've made progress,
but the nightmares come and go.
The trust is back, but the fear is instilled,
Hope for the best and ignore all the woe.
I can't even write poetry, it's like it's all dead.
Emotions stirring violently while I lay down on my bed,
but there they stay, plain, dry, quiet and grey,
Unarticulated thoughts tainted with dismay.
What is this?
I want to run, scream, shout and kill,
Implant misery to those who hurt me.
But what's the point.
It happened,
It'll always lie in the past,
holding my present captive and my future as a pathetic hostage.
What has become of me?

Chapter: Flashing Lights

Flashing lights blind me as I walk out this car. This red carpet leads me to the meeting places of the rest of these so-called stars. Click, click go the cameras, catching every moment I inhale and exhale, seems as if I'm being held against my own will. I love the life, but the baggage is kind of heavy. I'm trying to live right, but on my way, I feel as if some of my morals may have left me. Eyes all over prey on my every move, how can I live easy if they wait for me to mess up like some april fool. Keep calm and carry on, but my life is no longer mine. I wanted to come into this, taking every chance to speed up time. I unwillingly put myself out there, not knowing I'd be manipulated into some kind of puppet, money's coming in so they think my mindset is just f*ck it.

The game isn't as it's painted, I thought the love of the art would be enough, but the money makes it tainted. The void grows with the money, the vibes wrong, but the fans really love me. The more I live it, the more is gone from my cup. Just thinking of ways, to fill it back up..

Was bored.

Chapter: Hello

Hello, it's me,

Late night convo's, quiet moments savored for no reason,

Maybe that was then, but how 'bout now, what's this season?

Questions asked, questions left unanswered,

Conversations lasted till interrupted by the first bird.

I know things change, correction- they grow,

But something in me misses that time-where we was just getting to know-

Us.

Quiet moments savored? Quiet moments central,

Click-click the keyboard, wadup- nothing, bored.

If so, can we soar, leave this rest stop and explore,

Bloop bloop bloop.

I'm looking for you, little do I know you're probably looking for me too,

You're doing yours, and so I guess I'll do mine,

But I only look to you as the clock tick's time.

I gotta make the effort, so you'll see that I care,

There's so many things I can say, and are spoken with my stare.

Enough one worded answers,

They're killing me like cancer,

But what is said when the chance is bred?

What is fed, to a soul that's hungry to once again step in your head.

Knock, knock.

Whose there?

Hello, it's me..

Chapter: Flying

Feels like strangers, we're both here meeting for the first time,

What's your name again, give me yours, I'll give you mine,

You look familiar, like I know you from my past,

Like a zombie memory, coming to life with each comment that I pass,

How've you been?

How's your life treating you?

Oh, that time's kicking in?

Feel the need to start fresh, start new?

Well, lemme introduce myself,

Maybe we'll get along, for some reason,

I feel the beginning of a new bond,

The names Marlene, quiet, but with time my secret's will unravel,

Come walk with me, see how far on this road we'll travel.

Oh, you don't walk, oh I see you fly,

I'm impressed, you sound like my kind of guy,

I've tried it before, but I ended up crashing,

Yeah, a few cut's and bruises, stories to tell, whenever someone's asking.

I'm sorry, what was that? You want me to fly with you?

What makes you think your technique won't fail like others do?

Risk? Hm, sounds iffy, but I like you.

"Hold my hand, this is a flight for two."

I feel like I know you.

Chapter: Heat

Temperature is on high, and the season's just started,

My emotions are stable, I know where my heart is,

But the eyes, have a mind, of their own,

Get high off a visual vibe, just that alone.

Oh, the time is just right, got my attractions going at it,

The interest just might, get me answering to these addicts,

that won't quit, that won't sit and wait,

They caught on, they ate all that bait,

But nah, I think I'm gonna have to pass,

Season's hot, but I ain't into those that don't last,

Come for the summer, and stay for the fall,

He came, and has been here,

Him right there, I give him my all.

Chapter: Hulk Moment

Love me like there's no tomorrow,

what the future holds, is the opposite of our sorrow.

I'll be with you until the end of the world comes,

I'll be there, holding you and holding on.

Just don't ever betray me, don't ever lie,

Stop being curious, don't ask me why.

Just know, it'll be bad,

You won't like me when I'm mad.

*Not gonna lie, the reference to the Hulk made me laugh.

Chapter: Trip W. Mary Jane

How can one man hold so much power?

Not necessarily with the world, but with this young girl.

Insanity is growing, increasing with each hour,

And the coke looks sweeter with each second, it screams to me louder.

Maybe then this place will make sense,

Maybe then this asylum would seem less crazy, just a little, less.

If I take a trip down mary jane lane,

Maybe then I'll transition from crazy to sane.

What if I stay, because I'm enamored by the never-ending day,

What if I moved in, and I had everything according to me, my way.

Not the king of burgers, not loving like the Donald of Mc's,

Am I confusing you, listen to the clock, tick..tick..

Time is a trap, to keep you in routine,

Come away with me, and you'll see what I mean..

*Role-playing poem, I am not a druggie, just saying.

Chapter: Breathe

-the hell is going on?

I believe I have a reason, but my mentality is all wrong.

The rocks in my throat hinder me from seizing,

and the chance is going, going, gone.

It's taking up my life, listen to my breathing,

It's a long, interesting tale,

It's all I take in, all I inhale,

Listen to me, as I exhale...

You.

Chapter: Loop

Closing my eyes, will time freeze?

Contrare to fly by,

Will I have time to observe, pause and think,

And ask myself why?

I growl at the thought, and tear up the idea,

Like a savage human being, crazier than Madea.

But as I linger by my prey, I hear the mercy in their cry,

I shake my head, scratch my eyes,

I realize finally, I was blind the whole time,

My imagination tricked me, I was walking over the sublime,

And now I'm in this loop, circulating in a never-ending funnel,

To reach the end, the new light, the end of the tunnel.

Light.

I'm exposed to this source of power projecting something so bright,

And I'm enlightened, my mind is clearer, aware, and everything is ahead of me,

In my sight.

Chapter: Vent

I'm honest!

Shrug my opinion off, and continue on your walk,

if you find a cliff, do me a favor, and

Jump off it!

EXCUSE ME, if I make you unsettled, but I'm me,

You're you,

I'm me,

You're you,

We're human,

Beings, plural,

TWO.

...(whatever.)

Calm, calm, calm,

KICK.

Was that your face?

Ooold poem, obviously was never posted. Don't mind the random tourette-ish attitude, I was apparently bothered.

Ciao.

Chapter: Leave

I am being followed by this ache,

lulls me to sleep and is there as I wake,

kisses me goodnight, and greets me when day brakes.

If I could only see you, speak to you,

I'd tell you I'm not a toy, I don't want to be your host,

I feel you, but you come and go and are as tangible as a ghost,

And you make me tired, tired of living,

tired of tears, tired of decorating this life with lies

saying I'm happy, when in reality,

every smile is a cry.

A cry out to see who not only looks, but sees,

who sees my pain and grieves,

who cares to ask, but it isn't a need,

because they could tell simply by the way I breathe.

Leave me, please.

I never asked for you to come and for you to settle in me.

To clandestinely create a home in me,

To flourish with the tears you see.

You were never welcome,

so please, just leave.

Chapter: So What Happens Next?

So what happens when words are inadequate to express your true sentiments?

When its attempted, you're misunderstood to a level that its effects are a detriment.

The emotions that existed are replaced with a wall, and it's not of any use to even try to vent.

When questions are asked, they search through every possible way to circumvent,

every possible way to resent my intents, and I sink into myself, and am once again kept pent,

but this time to the greatest extent.

What happens then?

The part that was missing, begins to grow so distant, whose fault but mine,

for not leaving my inhibitions, for not foreseeing this transition, and now the light seems to grow dim, and...I miss him.

So what happens?

Are you running out of ink God, because I can't see what's coming, I'm going backwards, and my heart seems to be numbing, when all I want to be is vim, happy and humming.

This is what happens.

No longer trying, but succeeding, not by waiting or pleading, but simply by being,

me.

The person I truly am, free of the restraints, that keep me from who I am, from what I want to do and from what I desire to say. I refuse to succumb in this ocean of dismay.

So come again, at least meet me halfway, and I'll tell you what I think, feel, and wish but don't dare to say.

Chapter: Society

Pick me up, and throw me against a wall.
Under your reign, never shall I fall.
Your rules don't apply, watch me sprint in your halls,
Break everything in sight, and I'll still be the one in all.
Why should I conform, when society's a joke,
Cure breast cancer, while people die from second hand smoke,
And they cry fake tears, under an invisible mourning cloak,
Is this correct? Should I be taking notes?
Wanting to make a difference, but I can never be heard,
Has me thinking all my attempts are dumb and absurd,
Irrationally relevant, but idealistically blurred,
And you nod your head, and ignorantly concur.
Let creativity flourish, and suppress the restrictions,
These rules and regulations have caused so much affliction,
Let us be ourselves, that should be the correct jurisdiction,
Enough of this nonsense, let life come out of fiction.



This kid Jeff kept bugging me while I was writing this. He's cool though.

Chapter: She Wonders

I think she's fallen,
Regardless of what others may think or say,
When love is calling,
There's nothing that can stand in the way,
Maybe not love,
But it's definitely attraction,
"The stars from above, shifted us into to action."
As he glances and catches her eye,
Once again asking herself why,
Why does he care? How is he intrigued?
Why is it when I see him, I get weak in the knees?
His essence, his swagger and perhaps his flow,
His mind and his words make his personality glow
Subtly resisting urges to speak what she feels,
The relationship isn't a plan, it's destiny not a deal.
His presence makes her heart burst with emotion,
While his eyes and kiss are a recipe for a deadly potion,
Dead as in she'll pass from a life of inconsideration for herself,
to one where her happiness makes her rich,
her own personal wealth.
And so she rolls in her riches and lives for today,
Comforted by the thought that he's here to stay.

Chapter: Let's

Let's live without imagining demise,
Let's talk, let's unravel our minds.
Let's be together and forget about time,
Let's chat, let's unwind.

Let's kill the judgments that make us so blind.
Let's talk, let's stop being so kind.
Let's observe the sky as the planets realign,
Let's chat, let's unwind.

Let's live in the present, and leave the past behind,
Let's talk, let's release those thoughts confined.
Let's live in peace and let our lives intertwine,
Let's chat, let's unwind.

Let's be ignorant and live in a blissful state of mind,
Let's talk, let's visit cloud nine.
Let's move to the moon and come back some other time,
Let's chat, let's unwind.

Let's get along, and let our feelings combine,
Let's talk, let's not let the attraction decline.
Let's grow and go beyond ninety-nine,
Let's chat, 'cause I'd only want you to be mine.

Chapter: Snippet of My Poetry

Shh
She's the victim of a tortured soul,
Too afraid to express the feelings she can't control.
Her mind is torn between curiosity and confusion,
Not knowing if its reality, or if her depression is an illusion.
She doesn't understand why she cries and sheds these tears,
Maybe this is why she's hesitant to letting anyone near.
She's skeptic about love, and wonders about compassion,
Not sure if she can't handle the intensity of her reaction.
Her mind is a world, that has not yet been discovered,
But its locked up, with high security, where no one can get in,
Not even a lover.
The day she reveals the secrets of her thoughts,
Will perhaps be the day we no longer hear the ticking of her clock,
Or the beating of her heart.
But no one knows this because she keeps herself quiet,
And is subtly confined in a prison of her own silence.

By: Marlene Marmolejos