Mutiny in the Heart

anarchy in my heart
mutiny from this part
that died slow deaths
each new day
now it wants its due
this small part, it's true
that died slow deaths
for too long
so you better run
it is breaking out
and it will tear you down
in a battle cry
and perhaps to die
along side your heart

1/25/14

Walking Circles

endless is the circle I am walking
tired of repeating all this talking
like I can change how you are

no body knows the pains I'm feeling
tired of pretending I am healing
I don't want to be what you are

I want to be able to walk away from all of this
and stop the walk that makes my fists
reach skyward high
Circles I had been walking became how I exist
to throw up my arms and my fists
shouting skyward high
I hate this

endless was the days I was repeating
tired to the core where hope was fleeting
like I could change the way you were

no body knew the depth of my needing
tired of the ache and the words I was reading
like I could make you forget her

I want to be able to walk away from all of this
and stop the walk that makes my fists
reach skyward high
Circles I had been walking became how I exist
to throw up my arms and my fists
shouting skyward high
I hate this

I forgave you and I still loved you
I wanted only the best for you
but you hate you and you won't love you
and how can I show that to you?

endless is the way that loves is taking
tired in my bones and my soul aching
I cannot change the way I hurt

I want to be able to walk away from all of this
and stop the walk that makes my fists
reach skyward high
Circles I hated walking and how I did exist
throwing up my arms and my fists
shouting skyward high
I hated it
I hate this

by Elizabeth Azpurua

The Invisible Girl With a Mirror

Holding out this pane of glass 
To show everyone what they really are 
Do they look beyond, no, never once
Seeing themselves and every scar 
Counting flaws
Counting lines
Making signs 
Holding out this framed reflector 
To show everyone their true beauty 
They won't look beyond, no, not a glance
Seeing only errors, such a pity 
Counting flaws
Counting lines 
Making signs 
And screaming at the mirror 
And beating on the glass 
Never looking beyond it
And the girl behind the mirror 
Is just doing her task 
Trying to show the beauty
Although she wasn't asked
But no one likes their image 
So they wear their mask 
Turn and walk away
Hating that framed glass 
And the girl with the mirror 
Turns the frame around 
And doesn't see a thing 
And doesn't make a sound

Waiting for a Moon Fortification

"Waiting For The Day"

Gonna greet the day like an old friend
tell them all that I started again
here goes my wings unfurled
ready to take on the world
time may pass me by
each year wondering why
but I am ready for the day I can say
I'm glad it turned out this way

12/30/13

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"One Moment Sun, the Next a Moon"

I think sometimes how so much has changed and how our hearts have become estranged;
so much now seems to go unsaid, never written and never read.
I wonder why so fast, so soon?
Like one moment sun the next a moon,
til soon such light will all be gone,
and with it sight, no waking dawn.
So it goes with most things I see, where they all die to memory;
the startling truth of how much is not the same,
and confusion of where to place the blame

12/26/13

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"Fortification"
 
These unexpected rain showers
Come unwanted, eroding away the fortification of these bones
These wretched bones
Weighted stones
Whispers leave me without powers
You're undaunted, eroding away the fortification of my heart
Tear out my heart
Torn apart

12/12/13

By: Elizabeth Azpurua