well not too much to tell, i love reading and writing.
and i am more of a closet poet.............
my best friend pushed me to write and she is pretty scary if she puts her mind on something.
recently someone told me i need to elaborate more about me.
there is nothing special to elaborate that's all.
i have two brothers, a younger sister.
i started reading novels when... more »
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Lucifera Santez Poems
A Face To Remember
Smile with me, Don’t shed a tear, My pain is enough, Your agony,
Color of darkness, Hue of sorrow, Shade of pain, Embodied in that bloom,
Gleaming pond of maiden tears, Adorned by wildflowers on its banks, As butterflies rush on blooms, She watches them from shining pond,
Breath Of Life
Gone was his breathing, Gone were heart beats, The silent pulses, Screamed of his decease.
If my heart would have been page, It would burn to ashes right now, If my love would have been cage, You would have died from too much affection,
The raven locks, trailing on silk, Long lashes adorning his closed eyes, His beautiful full lips sigh, Part in love, part in sleep,
Bruised, battered, broken and scared, I lie on concrete,
The stark whiteness is all I see, Perhaps it’s just reflection, Of conflicting emotions in me, Every facet with a brilliant glow,
What Is Love?
What is love? Is it the increased heartbeats? Is it tilting of your world, Or perhaps an amorous kiss.
Your hair, Your eyes, Your lips, Your smiles,
Cloaked in the mists of emerald, A drop of rain on your lips, A gleam in your ageless whiskey eyes, You arch in me,
Bunch Of Roses
I walk along his grave, the same obsidian headstone gleaming in sun his name carved in archaic letters
Song Of Thornbird
She flies from her nest, In search of a thorn tree, She can’t rest Until she has found one finally.
Love You Wife
I am curled in a ball, Shivering with rage, And he crouches in front of me, His eyes saying all
A Face To Remember
Smile with me,
Don’t shed a tear,
My pain is enough,
I can’t bear.
It is I, who is going away,
Dying isn’t fascinating,
With you by my side,
I can say.
Please, please let me die alone,
So that I can at least
Shriek with pain and moan.
When you sit by my side,
I forget my pain,
I just hang in dark abyss
Of moss green eyes, your eyes.
To look at you is unbearable,
‘Cause it’s I who is deserting you.
I am not doing it by will
It’s my fate’s turn, they say
You go to church to avert it
And in there you cry and ...